I'm gonna need more hangers.

so i was in a gray phase, but i think that’s just korea. i made a weekend trip to fukuoka (happy hangul day! and how nose tilting is that comment? bhaha i just like sounding fancy) and come back looking like a japanese middle school girl. i also don’t know what possessed me to make such poor shopping choices again: this cheap shirt, quality is questionable but the hearts oh the hearts; these navajo print thigh high socks which i’m strangely in love with; another pair of scalloped shorts. is it buyers remorse? perhaps. this happened last year too. there has to be a remedy for this itis; i’m just too big a sucker for japanese style period. there were so many precious style moments and creepers are everywhere and everywhere a taunting echo of my loved ones at home. to be fair though, i did spend a lot more on a few necessities and lots of great food, so i shouldn’t feel too bad. the polka dot backpack was entirely intentional. welcome to my life little buddy.

something i must tell you though: i saw the perfect leather jacket. but it was about 1/3 of my monthly salary and i just couldn’t do it. i am boning inside right now for the right time to pounce. january? i think so. oh i’m so sick in the head.

vogue paris [june/july2011]

i saw this in the midst of my clinical phase and it still seized me in so many ways. when i think about it, it makes a lot of sense; it appeals to my old aesthetics: layered bracelets, quasi-madonna swagger (cuz you can never be the real thing), oversized outerwear, cheeky polka dots. i’ve even wanted a marshalls cap like that before. and the leather jacketttttt! i like my LJs hardwared.