Friday, August 22, 2014

Polka dots and bird feed


Life isn’t easy. I know I’m not the first one to say this. But can you say that to the man I always see near Greenbelt who brings bird feed (bread?) and whistles to the sparrows that gladly alight on his palms to peck off crumbs?


I was having a crappy day yesterday but then my short walk to the line of tricycles and a short chat with the boyfie before he set out for his office helped a bit.


Sometimes I think my problems are as numerous as the stars, which according to Lucy, are far outnumbered by the neurotic links in our brain. Touché!


I want to do more things than all the little distractions that eat up my time. But I must remember, each day, to reach my hand out: to listen to the stories of other people, to share, to commune with the stars.

Yayoi Kusama t-shirt print, Uniqlo x MoMA
Fisherman’s pants from Aldevinco, Davao
Beanie, 5cm
Bag, Fred Perry
Sandals, Birkenstock

Thursday, August 21, 2014

The closer I get to you


Well hello there, holiday! This is what I wore yesterday.


While the trash of the past still hasn’t been claimed by the garbage collectors, might as well use them as props for neat pictures.


But we’re all about the new, aren’t we?


I just hope I maintain and develop the disciple to keep my accessories business and this blog going.


As I look forward, then hopefully I earn the luxury of time to be able to look backward and rewrite and revise all my poetry notes and scribbles.


The only thing constant is change, and we must move on. Later I really have to visit my stylist to chop off my bangs, which now reach my eyes. At least I’ll be able to save on product and discard my beanie look.


It’ll be back soon, anyway, when my hair grows out again. Fashion just swings back like a pendulum. Though it may seem frivolous as tassels.


The good thing about work on holidays beside the extra pay? I can wear shorts and sandals to work! Hope you have a nice day.

Pullover, Folded & Hung
Polo shirt, Piazza Italia
Jeans, Bench
Belt from an Italian market
Shoes, Dr Martens
Beanie, 5cm

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Manila street style on La Folie Douce


If you’ve noticed, I’ve updated the "streetstyle" link on my sidebar with a new picture. I know I’ve been meaning to set out, like before, and approach strangers and ask them to pose for me. But these two (the one above of a worker busy with his phone and the one below of an unsuspecting bystander – or sitter), taken with my iPhone and edited on my laptop, seem more genuine to me.


Sure, believe it or not, I’ve actually made good friends out of random encounters (nothing racy or randy, mind you; just friendly). And I do intend to get to know more people that way, but I’ll also continue taking out my phone to take snaps of what for me are a more realistic version of the much glamorized term “street style”.
Hope you can drop by La Folie Douce today.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Sky to dust to sea


So this is what I wore last Friday, when I felt that the dust and the grime of the week was as thick as paste.


Thank heavens for cute Keith Haring prints (even if they were of babies or older figures in the motion of humping).


In any case, it is already Monday. And the only way to face the week is with a fresh face.


I can’t wait to wash away the toxic days when I hit the beach late this month.


Not that they weren’t already washed away by the rain this weekend.


Not to mention with kisses and tears.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Sailor stripes


So I was finally able to watch a movie out with the boyfie after a long while. I must say I was intrigued by the trailer for Lucy, and was expecting something in line with the protagonist’s other superhero movies. The boyfie too was expecting lots of action.


It was strange, then, to find comfort in the film’s message, which was very ambitious.


In X-men like fashion, it had something to say about evolution and mutations. But what I was surprised at was that it actually tackled – and I should say succeeded – in handling something that more somber and philosophical thinking movies set out as their main premise.


Simply put: Lucy showed in no way clearer that there was no actual Excalibur-like symbol that lay ahead life’s quest for meaning.