[outfit post] Siren (80s, Baby)

Top: CTFC Studio (mother’s closet)
Jeans: Topshop
Shoes: Via Venetto
Earrings: Shoppee
Color (eyeshadow, blush, lipstick): Ellana Mineral Cosmetics
Highlight: NARS Orgasm Liquid Illuminator

I started raiding my mother’s closet for clothes at the age of eleven (right before puberty set in) and basically never stopped. Over the years, I’ve squirreled away several of her pieces for my own wardrobe–we live together; she can always take them back anyway if she remembers I have them–but it’s only this year that I’ve been brave enough to dip into the more obviously dated pieces, like this tie-front cropped button-down from some place called CTFC Studio (anyone ever heard of it?) that I ripped the shoulder pads out of (even if those do come back, my shoulders are broad enough without them, thanks).

When I was younger, I gravitated to Mum’s old Benetton stuff: innocuous, preppy items that aged a lot better than my early 2000s uniform of too-tight statement tee and flared jeans. I used to laugh at pieces like this shirt I’m wearing now, wrinkling my nose at the bold patterns and outsized lettering, calling it hopelessly out-of-style. “You’ll see,” Mama would say, then, “These’ll come back again.”

I guess she was right.

Photos by Maidz Caliwara
Shot with Huawei P20 Lite + KujiCam App (Filter: VI10)

[outfit post] Out of The Woods

Jacket: H&M Divided
Top: Shilin Night Market
Jeans: Jag

Photography by Kristin Cornejo (@teawithkristin)
Shot at Camp John Hay, Baguio

[outfit post] Blue Moons (and other meaningless New Year magics)

If you’re reading this, congratulations. We made it through 2016.

I don’t usually buy into pop-culture hype (okay, that’s a lie; I do), but the whole “2016 was a rough year” business is a bandwagon I can get on. True, a lot of cool stuff–EP, first paying spoken word gig, tons of travel–happened, but it was also a year life taught me a lot. And I’m sure you know what life’s preferred teaching method is.

(It’s pain, guys. Pain.)

Taken at the Stories Told EP launch. Poor kid has no idea what she’s in for.

So yes, 2016 is over, and I am (definitely) older and (hopefully) wiser for it. Maybe the biggest lesson I learned from the year-that-was was not to pin all my hopes on a change in calendar. There is no magic in January starts, in midnight beginnings.

There is only the next 365 days, and what I decide to do with them. Come at me, Life. I’m ready for another year of you.

Dress: Cole Vintage
Denim Jacket : Uniqlo Men’s
Slippers: Havaianas, Maringà