Fashion Diary #17: Cherry Soda

I haven’t had a fashion diary entry in ages. I wasn’t really pleased with my latest shopping trip (two months ago) so didn’t feel like taking photos. But Justyn dragged me to a photoshoot, anyway. Well, you’ve seen the video. Now see the stills!

Name of outfit: Cherry Soda

Self-Rating:

[Photos by Justyn Olby]

I really like this outfit because it’s very comfortable and it’s bright and cheery, which makes me feel bright and cheery.

But Justyn hated it.

I showed up at the studio wearing this outfit and he was, like, “Go change into your first outfit.”

I said, “This is my first outfit.”

Then he did sort of a double take and went, “Na… no. Nooooo. You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not.”

“You look like a 15-year-old.”

“I don’t.”

“This is a 15-year-old outfit.”

“It’s not.”

“This won’t do. It’s… it’s… cute!”

“What’s wrong with cute?”

“Everything is wrong with cute!”

Tsk. Photographers.

And he was really traumatised every time I did kawaii Japanese poses (third picture). He threatened to delete them all and smack my bottom if I ever did it again.

But he’s a sweet fellow. I kept doing it and he didn’t delete them and he didn’t smack my bottom.

And then he complained that the thing I have wrapped around my leg looks like a bandage.

And the problem is?

Men. Tsk.

They just don’t understand fashion statement.

Fashion needs to incite reaction. Emotion. Whatever. Whether it’s a positive or negative reaction, it doesn’t matter. You can’t please everyone, so don’t bother trying.

Besides, if people can wear arm bands and bracelets, I don’t see why legs should be neglected.

So there.