Sunday, April 19, 2009
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Mom: When are you gonna change your specs? The lenses looks badly scratched.
Boy: When I have the moolah to buy a Prada frame. There's one I saw which is kinda stylish.
Mom: *thinks seriously* mmm...why do you need all that? Are you not confident of the way you look? You look great, seriously. The juxtaposition of features I gave you makes a complete good look altogether.
Boy: *thinks to himself* Seriously?
Rei Kawakubo and Frida Giannini gives me inspiration in their designs, so I thought that's why I love their creation so much. Then again, that might just be the epidermal reason which everyone on the street and fans of urban chic see.
A revelation. I had re-think the alpha of this dunamis of fashion interest. It probably happened when I was still that geeky kid in primary school, fascinated by my aunt's Fendi monogram pencil skirt from more than a decade ago, then her first vernis porchette in cream white....I began to find out more, and the interest grew, till I had my first indulgence; a pair of burberry shades.
Then again, I couldn't deny that insecurity kicks in. After high school, I was still that geeky and fat guy who looked like I was 23 when I'm only 16. Trust moi for that, it sucks a whole loads. Confidence to me then was divided into two; physical confidence and personality confidence. I only had the latter. Well, and that still lasts till now. Physical confidence? It's like bipolar. It's there, then it's not.
I proceed on to work a lil harder, invested a lil more on labels and fash mags. When Stuart Vevers took over, I saw his first collection and instantaneously fell in love with one of the wallet. Well, I got it in the end then regretting a wee bit that I didn't get the graphite Marc Jacobs created.
Well yes, I'm insecure; not confident of the way I dress and the way I look. I do get fabulous comments at times, but I mean, pleasing it might sound, I do not entirely believe it. I still don't, and prolly will not for a while.
I just don't see that "juxtaposition of features given making a complete good look". To me, it's not great, not good, not downright bad, but bad enough to make me inconfident about it.
Lamenting doesn't help..but idk what else can be done about it. Mom took me shopping at Uniqlo. Prolly she's trying to help make me feel better =|
Boy: When I have the moolah to buy a Prada frame. There's one I saw which is kinda stylish.
Mom: *thinks seriously* mmm...why do you need all that? Are you not confident of the way you look? You look great, seriously. The juxtaposition of features I gave you makes a complete good look altogether.
Boy: *thinks to himself* Seriously?
Rei Kawakubo and Frida Giannini gives me inspiration in their designs, so I thought that's why I love their creation so much. Then again, that might just be the epidermal reason which everyone on the street and fans of urban chic see.
A revelation. I had re-think the alpha of this dunamis of fashion interest. It probably happened when I was still that geeky kid in primary school, fascinated by my aunt's Fendi monogram pencil skirt from more than a decade ago, then her first vernis porchette in cream white....I began to find out more, and the interest grew, till I had my first indulgence; a pair of burberry shades.
Then again, I couldn't deny that insecurity kicks in. After high school, I was still that geeky and fat guy who looked like I was 23 when I'm only 16. Trust moi for that, it sucks a whole loads. Confidence to me then was divided into two; physical confidence and personality confidence. I only had the latter. Well, and that still lasts till now. Physical confidence? It's like bipolar. It's there, then it's not.
I proceed on to work a lil harder, invested a lil more on labels and fash mags. When Stuart Vevers took over, I saw his first collection and instantaneously fell in love with one of the wallet. Well, I got it in the end then regretting a wee bit that I didn't get the graphite Marc Jacobs created.
Well yes, I'm insecure; not confident of the way I dress and the way I look. I do get fabulous comments at times, but I mean, pleasing it might sound, I do not entirely believe it. I still don't, and prolly will not for a while.
I just don't see that "juxtaposition of features given making a complete good look". To me, it's not great, not good, not downright bad, but bad enough to make me inconfident about it.
Lamenting doesn't help..but idk what else can be done about it. Mom took me shopping at Uniqlo. Prolly she's trying to help make me feel better =|
Are You Ga(me)?, 11:05 AM.
