Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Black canvas

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I know I said in my previous post that there’s no point in wearing drab neutrals when the weather is gloomy. Of course, that was when I was feeling cheerful.


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Now I just feel like being quiet.


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My usual observant self, which would prefer to hold up a mirror to appear invisible.


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Let people pass, do their thing. Let things slide.


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Only in this lull is my attention most alert to what I don’t usually notice.


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Listening to my own reactions to the stimuli outside and inside.


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Chasing without moving. Hence the black, or blank canvas.


T-shirt, Uniqlo
Jeans, Jil Sander
Belt, Factorie
Boots, Dirk Bikkembergs
Dogwalker Dog Tag necklace, Bosquejo


Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Color clout

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First half of the year over. The first typhoon of the rainy season leaves no trace of summer days, not even the ashes of time burnt to the very ends.


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I would hope, writing this early in the morning, with the sun just out and the weather relatively cool, that it would finally be time for layers.


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Of course, I should know better. The tropical sun scorches year-round.


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Time for more colors, then? No sense in imbibing the gloom of the season by boring ourselves with just gray and other neutrals.


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When it gets colder/cooler, our body reacts by raising its own temperature.


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In love with my new set of colored socks! Was finally able to drop by the store to replenish my stock. Will now be able to replace my now loose articles with natty underclothing.


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I just hope people at the office learn to lessen the air conditioning. Or I’ll be forced to bring out thicker pullovers!


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Too much coffee can burn holes through my stomach. Drier and more acidic, I tend to be more irritable.


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July, oh July! We have never been good friends. With the floods that you bring and the old memories of academic toil and moist stupor. But time must turn, and I get old. I do not need to be told. What’s soiled can’t be sold!


Pullover, Folded & Hung
Seersucker shirt, trousers, and socks: Uniqlo
Braided leather belt, A.P.C.
Leather sneakers, Jil Sander
Panterella bracelet, Bosquejo

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Resting on your laurels

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I would rather rest my head on grass and watch the sky – not that I have any significant achievements to speak of.


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Even if I did, I would still walk and wander and find ways of getting lost.


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Bought this polo shirt weeks ago and only really noticed that its print echoed Fred Perry’s logo.


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Always good to see things for what they are, but more importantly for what they could be. In this case, I first thought these squiggles were thoughtless/purposeful graffiti.


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Even if my toe caps were buffed and thus burnished, I really have no interest in relishing winning.


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I find such pride suspect.


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Best to look forward to what life still has to offer.


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I’ll put my feet up when I kick the bucket.


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Now that I look at it again, don’t these bright scribblings remind you of saplings?


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Leaves that whisper the many names of the wind.


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Quizas.


Polo shirt, Fred Perry
Skinny chinos, Bench
Belt, Factorie
Brogues, Dr Martens
Erebor bracelet, Bosquejo


Thursday, June 25, 2015

Gold and brown

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Changes are a foot.


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In a way, the barley is nearly golden.


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To wait is to ache.


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Against the sun, only for these few moments to glance back.


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The fruit is showing signs of ripening.


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So many times, I was misled by false signals.


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Driven by the fear – always the fear! – of missing out.


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Numb to the accusations of being called a coward.


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No point in counting chaff.


Polo shirt, British India
Chinos, Bershka
Fabric belt, Bossini
Shoes, G.H. Bass
Veneno Yellow Tiger’s Eye Bracelets, Bosquejo


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Clarity

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After bombarding you with nearly thirty images on my last post, here is a shorter and simpler entry. With the same Supima tee, of course (I have two).


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No, the title doesn’t refer to my clearly porous and pockmarked skin.


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It may have more to do with the crowd of voices within clamoring to be heard.


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But instead of the cacophony resulting in a senseless din, they rise like winds clearing the clouds.


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The sea, the sea, the sea: in all the ocean’s calm is the violence of purpose.


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I count my days like a devotee fingers the beads of holy mysteries: though everything catches up, everybody ends and begins at the very start.


Tee and jeans, Uniqlo
Braided belt, Factorie
Detachable cap, Armani Exchange
Death's Door Skull Bead Bracelet, Bosquejo