I'm gonna need more hangers.

shirt [samcheongdong store] :: top [asos] :: skirt [jcrew] :: shoes [ferragamo]

1) Going out alone heightens ones experience on a strange and invigorating scale. I was either body-less or on an erasing catwalk. This was good and glamourous for me.

2) I belong in a city. I don’t just mean the fantastic shopping, which there was and I paddled around that pond a bit. It simply feeds me visually. The country or the suburbs can only ease my petal-ed soul so much.

3) Being in a foreign country, I often forget I’m American, more than I’d like to admit. I’ve still got small shoulders when trying to reach out to strangers, something I have little problems with back home.

4) Staying on budget is such a great feeling. I feel like spoiling myself the way one spoils a small white dog or a baby with adoring potential.

5) Magazines make me want to buy things. Ergo I should stop buying magazines. At least this time around. Applause please!

shirt, skirt [thrifted] :: bag [ferragamo]

last day in the states. i noticed that i gravitate towards more simple/casual silhouettes lately, probably because it’s easier to patternize with.

jacket [theory] :: shirt [cheap monday] :: pants [stitch] :: shoes [ferragamo]

drop crotch sweat shorts. i love these things. i think i’ve just been waiting for these to come into my life. its not like i’m against comfort, i’m just so damn picky about notoriously casual things.

wearing this blazer and ferragamos to shreds when i wanna feel polished. good brings, but i need more of these, i miss the easiness of outfit assembling that my wardrobe at home had. i’ll want a certain look, but i’ll be missing some key pieces. i miss so many of my clothes, i almost wanna pay for shipping more over. but then being here is a privilege and i feel i should try to build and immerse myself in korean style while i’m here. i don’t mean fall for foreign fashion syndrome like i did last year in japan though. you should see some of the crap here they pull here. i’m trying to be open minded, believe me, but honestly, somethings i’ll never understand.

tucked the collar into a mock neck shirt. no one cares. story of my life.

shirt [miliore] :: shorts [w dress room] :: shoes [ferragamo] :: sunglasses [ebay] :: belt [express]

sigh. its been a long time. i’m an asshole. but i really can’t be bothered at the mo, i’m in a new country, i have my own place, i have a new life and all these new things have filled a void that fashion occupied for so long. i’ve been scanning my google reader occasionally and finding new inspiration when i’m out and about, so it’s not like i’ve forgotten how to blog; i’ve just neglected it a bit. anyway, things have been really wonderful, i can’t explain how happy i am currently. surely you understand?

i’ve been shopping in korea like i shopped in europe, selectively and skeptically. these shorts in seoul though, were one of those, “omg i’d change for you” types of dreadful infatuations from the boys section. my guyfriend Sparrow can wear them too, sisterhood-of-the-travelling-pants style. it’s kind of disgustingly awesome. we’re trading off this weekend.

dress [loaf] :: shoes [ferragamo]

i used to love this dress more than i do now. it’s too big around my chest and my boob coverage is in serious jeopardy, i think i was lying to myself when i bought it. if i alter it to fit, there would be too many seams and it would ruin the look i fell in love with. i’m afraid it’ll have to go. and closet curating continues. i wonder, though, if i’ll eventually go too far.

also, how long has it been since i’ve shown my face? or smiled? one of my mother’s friends told me not to hold myself to a timeline, which i have been doing. i want fashion school by the time i’m 25, i’ll need money and what not, but there really shouldn’t be a hurry, though, to live life. i have to constantly remind myself that i only get to do it once. i guess i’m just in a hurry to live it already.

vintage coach, vintage ferragamo [ebay]

being in europe has stirred the bag girl in me and the visit to celine earlier today ignited something awful. i’ve been looking at vintage box bag/crossboy bags for hours now. its not use; nothing can replace that beautiful thing for now. i’m just a sucker for well made products.

developing a taste for bags is something that’s been ongoing for me chronologically, but the results are more like thoughtless trail and error. i like bags with distinctive forms and structure, thinking more constructively (hehe), and often the less frills, the better, though not necessarily minimalist. a classic bag, if you will, but that’s probably a transposition of my mother’s tastes.

i did realize that i am far more comfortable buying a used or vintage bag than i am about purchasing a brand new one. it is because buying a new one requires a certain kind of trust in one’s taste level for everyday attire, a factor which is often unpredictable for me and in terms of purses, often fairs better on impulses or gifts. my two most used bags (the panda and the red bag, which i’m sure everyone’s still in love with seeing as much as me XD) were two such acquisitions. it is probably because my friends knew me better than i did or fool’s luck that they became classic “me” pieces. buying a used bag then yields a certain kind of comfort in that i don’t have to worry about the classic factor: it’s a guarantee, as long as i choose the right brands with the right history.

even with this rationale, choosing my next bag is still a leap. choosing in general is quite a challenge. there are so many colors i like that i can’t find, shapes i’m still exploring and many in my memory bank that i can’t forget (a perfect hot pink canteen bag from furla, an impeccablely undecorated doctor bag from louis vuitton). all i can do is keep a list and learn new names. but while it’s very fun to open zippers and adjust straps, i’m still a shoe girl in the great debate. with shoes, i simply transfer my feet. with bags, i have to transfer the contents of my lifestyle.