Friday, July 18, 2014

Red and blue retro

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It wasn’t easy going to work last Tuesday wearing more than one retro-looking piece.


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I mean, I had just bought this really soft pair of leather brogues at the thrift store that I had to wear that day. What I liked about it is that it both has a modern and dated appeal.


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Wore them with rust-colored (what can be more retro?) jeans also bought last weekend.




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Didn’t wait to have them cropped. Just folded them, and voila!


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Problem was, I also wear both pairs (jeans and brogues) with a sheer shirt that also looked a bit retro. Didn’t know there was a town hall meeting in the morning, and I wasn’t prepared to appear thus in front of so many people. Hence the large-buttoned navy blue jacket.


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Normally, what I would consider what I wore above quite, well, normal. But it really wasn’t relative to the rest of my co-workers. So I was kinda squirmish.


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Deep inside, I’m really the shy type.


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Even if my personality may slice through conversations like a sail or a fin.


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After the town hall gathering, I almost ran back to my desk. (Yes, Ate Lalin likes to take pictures of me looking awkward. She even laughs by herself right after clicking.)


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Jacket, Muji
Sheer shirt, thrifted
Jeans, Bench
Brogues, no brand indicated, thrifted
Beanie, 5cm
Skinny belt, A.P.C.
Steel watch, Tissot


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Of course, I was in the workplace, and I was expected to concentrate on my work. Not on what I was wearing.


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I don’t exactly work in the creative or entertainment industry. The paper where I sub-edit is quite sober. (Mostly conservative, though sometimes called “leftwing” and “socialist”. By European standards, anyway.)


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On top of all that, the sheer shirt I was wearing came in a retro print as well - something paisley-ish.


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If I were at an outside event, I wouldn’t mind. But at the office, I had to cross my arms, or button my jacket. I couldn’t tie it around my waist (I still live in the tropics, after all) as I usually do.


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Thus, I looked the height of discretion.


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Came from the disco?


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Anyway, I still love what I wore. Just have to remember to temper it more next time.


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Not that I am insecure about anything.


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(Well, yes: I should be about my height and my bad skin and my old clothes … but I’m not complaining.)


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I’m happy as I could be (nope, no pun is coming). Though the original title of this post was “Awkward as I come”: that would have been way too punny. Yet not funny.


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