Just saw Julianne Moore's spread in Marie Claire's March issue which raised two questions in my mind. First, how good does she look at the age of 55? And secondly, how gorgeous is that dress?! It didn't exactly pop out much on the runway at Gucci's Spring Summer 2016 but right now, it would be a dress I'd love to slip on! (That is, if i can even pull it off as beautifully as she did) The way the sequins shimmer on the piece through its perfect placement makes it look almost jelly-cartoon-like, reminding me of a modern day Cinderella's frock. I don't like snakes very much, but I wouldn't mind having that snake motif creeping on my back any day. Also, can I please look this good at 55.
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Finally, cutout dresses with embedded accessories of polished agate stones from Franciso Costa's native Brazil made its debut. One, two, eight gorgeous agate stones on a dress which gave each dress its own individual character through its fiery, volcanic patterns. What also caught my eye were the dresses with photo prints of animals -which looked very much like the real thing. My personal favourite is the printed skunk dress with the positioned cutouts concealed with dark agate stones. Now that is what I call, being subtly in touch with nature.
For the full runway show, click here.
Monday, August 3, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
After my 3-year stint in Melbourne, it's great to be back home in Malaysia. Nevertheless, Melbourne kissed my heart. The first few months back in Malaysia was difficult, just like everyone else who has had the privilege of living in the "world's most livable city", I couldn't help but compare the order, the etiquette, the culture, the food.
I got so used to everything being so convenient and orderly around there, I started dreading days here where I was stuck at home with no easy links to public transport, left with incomparable meals emulating Melbourne brunches, and a sudden loss of security. I soon realized that I was suffering from Post Melbourne Syndrome. Dramatic? Yes. But anyone who has lived there would tell you, the struggle is real.
After a while however, I got over it. When opportunity presented itself for me to head back to Melbourne for a University Award Ceremony, I was on the fence. A week and a half later, I flew 6,364 km to my happy place.
One week. Mid-May. That, was the closure I needed.
Before flying back from Melbourne for good in December, (and being in a complete rut), my boyfriend said he'd "Make it as if Melbourne never existed." Well, the city still remains a part of me and forever will be. But I've put it behind, ready for new adventures in my home country.