DREAMING

In the midst of procrastinating, towards the end of a month-long period of intensive revision, I stumbled across a screenshot of my calendar that I posted on Facebook in 2012. It was a schedule for Paris Fashion Week. Incidentally, I put together all the show dates and times while procrastinating at a law internship, so that I could get back home and watch the live streams late into the night. Between writing up case briefs, I would fantasize what it would be like to actually be part of the fashion industry - glamorously jetting to shows in amazing outfits, being photographed by streetsyle photographers, meeting Anna Wintour... Finding this little gem of an itinerary made me smile. I had forgotten that I used to be so passionate and enthusiastic about wanting to be a fashion journalist. To my 18 year old self, this was routine every fashion month period. I didn't know how I would ever get there, but I just knew that one day I would. I believed it with all my heart and the universe conspired for it to happen. Lots of blood, sweat and tears were shed along the way, but my dreams came true. So what happens next, now that your dreams have come true? Thankfully, life isn't a Disney movie. There isn't a happily ever after and rolling credits. You just keep dreaming. Today, I have bigger goals and aspirations. Again, I have no idea how I'm going to accomplish them, but I have a feeling inside that life will guide me down the right path. Never stop dreaming and believing, kids. Photography & illustration...

ENCHANTMENT

TSUMORI CHISATO prêt-à-porter automne-hiver 2016-2017 My second gracing of Paris Fashion Week last March was a completely different affair from the first. More shows, more presentations and more parties meant more scheduling conflicts, more yoyo-ing between the left and right banks of the Seine and more moments of panic. Never before had I given any thought to the importance of a comfortable pair of shoes till that moment when it started pouring, Uber stopped working and I was late for a re-see. Believe me, I ran. And I have the blisters to prove it. But at the end of the day, how could you not love the whole experience? It meant more pay-offs. I'm in the fashion capital of the world, chasing my dreams, rubbing shoulders with the best of the best. It could be a whole lot worse, right? Apparently I was wrong. It's totally understandable if you've been doing this for years and find this whole shebang exhausting, but multiple encounters with a certain fashion editor left me flabbergasted. She was actually disgusted by the fact that I was completely excited to be attending shows. Each time I ran into her, her nonchalance started to look more like apathy. And with each roll of her eyes, she made it seem like she did not want to be there. Until she confirmed my suspicions and actually said she'd rather be at home in bed. Every time I opened my mouth to lighten the situation, she cut me off with a snide remark. "Don't be so excited. It's just work." Cue eye-roll. Was I the naïve one? Was there something wrong with me for publicly displaying my enthusiasm?...

TRANSEASONAL EQUATIONS

Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough to keep me from wearing what I want. I jest; I ain't jumping into any body of water with this suede on, buddy. In fact, it's probably terrible time to add suede to this transeasonal equation of contrasting textures, considering how many times it has rained, hailed and snowed unannounced this week. But what can I do? The weather between seasons will always be hectic, but my heart wants what it wants. The point I want to get across is that I always wear what I want, no matter the circumstances or what people have to say about it - and I don't mean this in a Madonna-esque rebellious way. I simply wear what I like and don't try not to depend on the opinions of others. As often as I may serve out copious helpings of style advice online and offline, I always emphasise on one thing - if you like it, wear it. What does it matter what someone else may think about your clothes? Before you can look good, you have to feel good. What you put on should boost your spirits and confidence, not make you uncomfortable and awkward. It's not an easy feat, but everyone should embrace their own instincts at the end of the day and start to make their own judgement calls. Looking at magazines and blogs should equip you with techniques to build a wardrobe or outfit of your liking, not dictate exactly what to wear. Fashion is what they give you, but style is what you make of it. Contrary...

SALMON OVER GARDEN GREENS

Howdy, y'all. I hope everyone's snuggled up under the covers and enjoying this rainy holiday. I know I am; I'm all ready for my siesta. But first, let's get down to business. If you know me, you'll be well aware that I enjoy cooking. Cleaning the aftermath, not so much. Actually, scratch that first part. I enjoy eating. And we all know the easiest way to get that yummy in your tummy is to cook it yourself. Until McDelivery* makes its way to the UK, that is. In the over-sharing frenzy known as my snapchat story, every now and then you'll find me turning my kitchen upside down, but thankfully the results merit the mess. "That looks so delicioussssss!" - I won't lie, most of my food does. I wouldn't be eating it otherwise. "You're such a talented cook!" - Ok, hold up. As much as I would love the credit, let's be real. I'm no chef. Far from it. I have the utmost respect for anyone with the technical skill and ability to whip up a mouthwatering croquembouche, but people forget that it is really not difficult to whip up a meal that satisfies your taste buds. It's as easy as learning all the words to Beyoncé's new album**. In fact, it should be easy to cook. It's a basic skill for survival. Just to prove my point (because I love it when I'm right), here's a no-fuss recipe that took all of 5 minutes to prepare. You can lay back on the couch for the 10-15 minutes while it cooks in the oven. Salmon over Garden Greens 1 salmon fillet ½ packet kale 4 to 6 asparagus spears...
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