Fashion Diary #22: Black Summer

This photoshoot was done about two months ago. I kinda forgot that I had these photos lying around.

I really liked this yellow top when I first bought it.

But a few weeks after I bought it, I saw another woman wearing it. We were in the same restaurant, like, a few tables separated from each other. I don’t think she saw me because she wasn’t facing me.

After that incident, I didn’t like to wear it anymore.

I don’t know what it is with women and being seen in identical clothes with strangers.

It feels embarrassing, but I can’t explain why. It’s not rational, is it?

Maybe one of you can shed some light.

I still wear the top once in a while when I have absolutely nothing better to wear. Every time I wear it, i have this irrational fear that I will bump into that same woman wearing the same top again!

How crazy.

Hope you like the photos, anyway!

Photos by Justyn Olby

Fashion Diary #19: T Junction

[Photos by Justyn Olby]

By popular reader and photographer demand, I put together a “little skirt with normal shoes” outfit.

Even then, my dear photographer wasn’t entirely thrilled.

“Is this your idea of sexy-elegant?”

“You said you wanted little skirt and heels, so here’s little skirt and heels.”

“It’s too cute,” he complained.

Well, what’s new. He says that about everything I wear.

I can’t help it if I have cute tastes and elegance doesn’t exist in my DNA.

You people complain somemore, I’m going to have to start wearing dowdy auntie clothes and attempt to look 45 years old.

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


[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.