WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS

 I want to start off by saying that I'm utterly baffled as to why turtlenecks are named as such. One would think they would give you the right kind of withdrawal symptoms - like superhuman abilities to withdraw one's head into a cosy den, in avoidance of an awkward situation. Like when you get caught checking yourself out in a cafe's window, only to realise that everyone on the inside can see you. Or when you unfollow someone on instagram and the next moment they're walking towards you on the street. It's tragic, really. This huge disappointment aside, turtlenecks are flawless. I'll take whatever that can pull a Houdini and make the lack of length in my neck vanish from sight. POOF. And I'll take it in every colour. I mean, who cares if its actual function is to keep your neck warm, right? I'll wear it in the heart of summer if it makes me look good. Also, they go with everything. Everything. Take a look at turtlenecks on the runway - they're transformed into various manifestations, like bodycon dresses, croptops with kimono-sleeves, oversized without sleeves... Layered with trousers and skirts and coats and slips and gowns, the possibilities are infinite. However, let's not forget the fact that I'm a dude, so this does limit my options to some basic-bitch layering, which I thought I'd share with you.     1. ON THE ROCKS   Ain't no shame in wearing a sweater neat. Sometimes we over-think what we're wearing and tend to go overboard. Before I leave my house I always try and remove a piece, mostly an accessory, but quite possibly an entire coat. It's A-okay to strip it back a...

AUTUMN WAS A LOVE STORY

 Meandering pathways slither in abundance through the gardens that surround Chiswick House, a marvel of 18th century architecture. With over 65 acres of sheer splendour to explore, it's not hard to believe that the entirety of your visit there will fly right by, without a second of boredom. I don't think I even managed to cover half the grounds (that means a second visit is very much needed). After a relatively lengthy tube and bus ride through the very packed heart of the city, stepping through the gates of Chiswick felt like entering an oasis, in every metaphorical sense. It was a completely different atmosphere to that of Central London - quiet, calm, classical.       I was listening to Adele on repeat that day, while treading over gravel driveways and admiring the sculptures (as you would have seen on snapchat), but the song that was playing in my head was Sarabande. It was a creepy coincidence because later I found out that Handel himself had put up at the house as a guest of the architect, Lord Burlington. Who knows, maybe I'm psychic?  The highlight of the day, however, definitely had to be me freaking out over gigantic canines. If you're afraid of dogs (like myself), I guarantee you will be providing free entertainment to your friends. It's great to see families out and about, going for walks with their pets, enjoying the freedom of nature and the warm-hued sights... but every single time a dog came running towards my general direction, terror flashed across my face and I had a mini panic attack. This overreaction looked especially comedic to everyone around me, considering these dogs actually couldn't give two hoots about...

INTIMATE

              Caught between shadows and an overcast sky, Putri lounges in a mishmash of blacks and lets her hair down. Moving like a leopard on the prowl, she gets intimate for the camera and gives us a whiff of her essence. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Putri rushes to give me a hug, as if we hadn't seen each other in years, when in fact we had just been out and about in East London several nights before. She somehow manages to always remain in a state of infectious euphoria - spending just five minutes by her side is guaranteed to lift your spirits. On the surface she may look like your typical twenty-something-year-old, fresh with a master's degree, exploring new job opportunities and satisfying her wanderlust - but she's definitely not your average twenty-first century kid. And I'm not talking about the fact that she just covered L'Officiel Indonesia's September issue. Juggling modeling and school/work is no biggie for her. Putri is old-fashioned in the ways that matter the most. We millennials have a bad reputation for feeling entitled and living in a self-centric universe. We expect everything to be handed to us on a silver platter. God forbid should a little bump come along the way... we take to social media faster than you can say selfie and whine about how hard life is #firstworldproblems. But here's the thing about stereotypes - they may be true to certain extents, but there is a high chance they don't apply at all to some. Putri is far removed from the stereotypical vicenarian. She's one of the most focused and goal-driven people I've ever met (second only to Margaret Zhang,...
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