Monday, November 1, 2010

October Obsession.

Ph: Marton Perlaki
The Room magazine

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Coats and many more coats!

Ph: Milan Vukmirovic

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High Cut Boots!

Kouklitas Dolls
If there is a collection dedicated to Halloween, this will be it.

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Victor Nylander

Fever Ray cover of Mercy Street

"Come home, come see our place.
 Our Labyrinth to keep hiding.
 We push the boundaries,
 so the rules are bent."

iamamiwhoami, n.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

No Rights Reserved.

I think if I'm angry then that means there's a source for it. Yet, I just can't seem to find it. It's like a small parasite etched within and eating me from inside. All I can do is just thrash around with pain, making a scene while the rest of my friends wonder what's going on with me.

I prefer to bottle up my emotions. It is safer that way. People used to coax me to let it out, claiming they can understand, they can handle it. They don't and they can't. In the end, they just conveniently brush me off. And I'm thrashing more violently than ever with all those emotions that has ran amok.

I hate to complain. Coming from a comfortable middle class family, people constantly expecting me to whine at every vexations. Truth is, I don't have that right. The image of individuals facing a more challenging situation always throw me back. It felt as if someone is shaming and lashing at my face, and soon I'm pushed in deeper into my shell. 

Sometimes, I felt as if I don't have the right to be myself. I'm just being consumed slowly by an unknown that has known me so well.

Ph: Julius Kensan

"There in the midst of it,
 so alive and alone.
 Words support like bone."

 Fever Ray, Mercy Street.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Bottled Garden.

It's hard to own a luscious and beautiful garden in a small country like Singapore. That's why I'm so excited when I found Paperus, a company in Singapore to come up with the 'plant in a bottle' concepts. To put it simply, It's a bottled garden.

The maintenance is very low and it makes perfect gift for any occasion too. Oh, did I mention that they accept special request and each handmade bottles are available for purchase too? Maybe I'll get myself 'a garden' for my new room. I was like a small kid in a candy store when I saw those last night.

"We speak in the store.
 I'm a sensitive bore.
 You seem markedly more.
 And I'm oozing surprise."

 Joanna Newsom, Peach Plum Pear.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Modern Ragpicker.

I hope putting this up won't make me look like a navel-gazer. Just thought of sharing some of my works with all of you guys. I did an editorial spread for school assignment a few days ago in this run down house somewhere I would not visit again.

You would not believe how smelly it is! Shits are literally everywhere. My friends are like "Human shit or dog shit?". Who cares? Shit is shit! I even stepped on it. Still, fortunately I'm able to get it all done within half an hour.

I won't explain what's the concept here. I hope the title and styling would tell the story itself. However, questions are always welcome.

Ph: Julius Kensan
Styling: Julius Kensan

"Out in the thunder,
 opens my eyes wide.
 There is something in my mind,
 keeps me up at night."

 Glasser, Apply. 

Gladly Beyond.

Its hard to experience cold weather in Singapore. These days, I've developed a habit of looking at the sky constantly, wishing for billowing clouds to gather and pour its essence down ruthlessly. Rain is not the one that I'm waiting for. Instead, I'm coveting after the clean fresh air after the heavy downpour.

When that happens, I'll be lusting over the lonely walk by the empty streets during the night. Listening to songs, pretending that I was being watched from behind. Carefully pacing my steps so that I won't be walking too fast while letting the cold breeze bites into my cheeks.

I'm not sure why am I constantly craving for this kind of moment. But I guess its a wholesome kind of loneliness that I'm drawn to. The positive kind. It feels like taking every parts of me back from family, friends, school, work and society. I feel fulfilled, like sweeping pieces of scattered, broken vase together into a pile. 

Then again, I think I know why I need it. I need to feel like I own myself at least once in awhile. Again and again.

Ph: Hedi Slimane

"Let me breath for you.
 Let me know you do.
 Let me take the pain for you.
 And let me see it through you eyes."

 Glasser, T.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

September Obsession.

 Deerhunter | Halcyon Digest

 Ph: Sekine Yoshiaki
Marshall Brockley

Source: Google Image
 The repetitive sound of industrial machines

Ph: Betty Tze for
 Siki Im S/S 2011 Menswear's headpiece

Johnny George
Daphne Groeneveld

 Ph: Leon Mark
Backless Top for men

Source: Google image
Cold freezing night

"When you were young,
 and your excitement grow.
 But as time goes by,
 does it outgrow?"

 Deerhunter, Desire Lines. 

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Venus As A Boy

As a Fashion student, it can be really depressing when all you see everyday is dozens of gorgeous models parading in the latest coveted runway pieces in magazine. It's easy to get self-conscious and insecure. Thank God for my loving families and friends, whom gave me the strength to love myself and accept me for who I am.

If not, i don't think I'll survive looking myself in the mirror everyday. (Still, I'm not that hideous, mind you)

BUT, If one day, I were to get scarred badly and given the choice for plastic surgery, I'd love to have a face like Brett Ofield! Look at those angelic eyes and plush lips! Even God, who created him on Saturday would have taken a day off on Sunday just to admire him.


If given a choice, who would you want to look like? 

"There's a was or
 something new.
 Throw my body to the stars.
 Where the angels look."

 iamamiwhoami, t.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

August Obsession.

Max Richter | Infra

Christian Ochsenfarht
Ph: Justin Wu

John Berger's works

Oil Paintings
Artist: Jean A. D. Ingres

Artist: Polly Morgan

Artist: Ryohei Hase


Long, quiet, winding road at night.

"I thought I felt a spark.
 Thought i saw a flame.
 When something changed in you.
 Who took the blame?"

 iamamiwhoami, o.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

What's The Diff?

Alright, so there is something that has been bugging my mind. I don't enjoy saying it but is it normal for close friends (like really, really close) to see each other, how do I put it, naked? There you go, I said it.

I've been watching Cougar Town recently and the main lady, Courteney Cox, along with her two best friends have no qualms about showing off their body to each other. I balk, not because they did it, but they made it so easy like a medical check-up or something.

Of course, it's not just the girls from the Cougar Town. I've seen other shows where even the guys and the girls were comfortable with each other in their birthday suits. Is it really that easy? Sometimes, I have hard time to even let my close friends see me in a sleeveless top. (Granted, that was a few years ago)

I'm curious. How did they start to be so comfortable with each other? Does it happened just like that or there was an agreement or something? 

If it were me with Daion and Steph (Two of my closest friends), we'd be like marking the special day down on the calendar in bold red. Next, we'll book a two night stay in a snazzy resort over the weekend. Check in, spend the day at the beach and have Prime Ribs for dinner. Then, we'll retreat to our suite, have plenty of booze before changing into 'towel'.

We'll be standing in a triangle formation, hands gripping the towel tightly and looking at each other trying to reason why are we doing this but are too giddy to do so thanks to the booze. 

In a clear, loud united voice:




BAM, Nightmare Baby~!

Of course it'll be Dark Mare instead, had we not booked a waxing appointment in the resort prior to the showdown. Bottom line, it's too scary even for the trio of close friends like us. But would you?

Source: Google Image

"Can you cut the mustard
 to clear the custard?
 Slippery dick?
 It's just a fish in the Atlantic."

 Peaches, Slippery Dick.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Where Language Doesn't Hurt.

Vogue China has been churning out more and more impressive editorials for the past few seasons. With the rise of China economy, I wouldn't be surprise if it overtakes other international Vogue in years to come. 

Of course, it didn't hurt to have more Asian models on the page of such pristine magazine. I can only hope that there will be more fresh face from Asia with the success of Vogue China.

Ph: Solve Sundsbo

"Oh God, I think I'm dying
 and our drinks were just poured.
 Look outside, someone's waiting
 with a yellow horse."

 Miike Snow, A Horse Is Not A Home.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

All Alright.

These days, it felt as if I'm not keeping up with time. It's like being in a subway, I'm as still as can be and yet I'm helpless with how fast it travels to my next destination. It frustrates me that when I looked out, all I see is blur passing image of concrete. I'm incapable of doing anything to slow it down, other than to arrive at the next stop.

I guess that's why I have strong urge to see myself in a third person's view. An eye, a camera that follows me whenever i go, to see every singles moves, every single display of emotions and the look of my eyes when I'm in static. Like a short trailer of a movie that was never made in the first place.

I just want to believe that everything was already pre-planned like a short well-directed film.

I walked home alone. I jumped into a pool. I laughed. I'm slept soundly. I yelled. I took a poetic steps towards the traffic lights. I gasped at the cold shower. I felled. I lied. I ate by the window sill. I clapped. I sang. 

So that by watching myself, I'll turn myself into an object. I'll be able to reinforce who I really am and to acknowledge all of what I've saw, which truly belong to me. And so, by watching myself, I knew why I did what I did. A sense of relief, that for temporarily, it's alright to rest at the bank of time and watch it flows pass me.

Ph: Hedi Slimane


Max Richter, Infra 4.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

41° 17′ 0″ S, 174° 27′ 0″ E

I wish I can fill up a bathtub with hot water on a lonely day. A day when my thoughts of you are too wild to be tame. Holding my breath and immersing myself totally in the water.

When I get up, I'll be across the ocean, the continent and in your bathroom. Defying logic and sense. Steadily, walking across the cold marble floor and pressing my ear against the door. Hearing you getting ready; the clicking of your watch and two quick spray of your favourite perfume while conversing on the phone, presumably with your employee, telling him/her you'll be right there as soon as possible.

Biting my lips while slowly turning the door knob, I try to peek across the room and fix my gaze on the view of your back as much as the gap allows me to. Mouthing, 'I miss you' when you walk out the door. Outside on the driveway, the engine starts to purr and the sound diminishing bit by bit as the seconds go by.

I walk out the bathroom, filling my lungs with the smell of your room. It smells of you. The chilly air bites into my unclothed body, raising an army of goose bumps. I clench my teeth, trying to keep myself from shivering. Your comb catches my attention, where a few strands of hair sticks out like insect feelers. Without any hesitation, I run it across my wet hair and at the same time spraying a generous amount of your perfume onto my neck.

I know your cat is lying underneath your bed. She is scratching on the carpet floor as I open up your closet, as if to gently protest against my action. I know what I'm looking for there, a white Diesel jacket with blue woolen hoodie. I try to remember the order. It was 7th from the left.

With leisure steps, I dance with it. Twirl around and round until I collapse onto your bed. The sleeves of your jacket entwine me like a boa constrictor, unwilling to let go.

I lose track of the time, spending the entire time staring into the ceiling and your cat, walking in and out of the room. In a twinkling of an eye, darkness creeps into the room, reminding me I have not much time left.

A sudden swirl of light across the window jolts me up. You are back. I hastily place your jacket back into the closet, making sure everything is the way it was before you left and step into the bathroom. 

I lie in the bathtub, as still as a corpse, listening to you dragging your feet across the floor and the meow of your cat when you call out to her. I wonder how long will I have to do this, sneaking around the nostalgia between you and me. Yet, I know one day we will meet and be thrown into an unbridled pit of passion frenzy again.

This thought woke me up. Sometimes it fills me with nothing but misery. However, for once, it was euphoric and I didn't bother about this anchor in my heart.

Rene Magritte, The Lovers

"Nine fifteen, then I'm done.
 Quiet front seat, then drive around.
 Through the water, through the snow."

 Fever Ray, Now's The Only Time I Know.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Relentlessly Craving

I didn't even know there is a luggage campaign for a label! Givenchy Fall luggage campaign sure stirs up the wanderlust in me.

Ph: Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott

When you're able to travel the globe looking like that, you know you've made it.

"We were looking for a room.
 We were looking for a hotel.
 We were in between.
 We were a few chosen."

 The Knife, Girls' Night Out.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

May Obsession

The city view at night

CocoRosie | Grey Oceans
Don't judge the album by its cover too.

Ph: Arthur Elgort
Ice cream
Ph: Bo Egestroem
Septum piercing

Johen and Jorg peroutka

Ph: Hedi Slimane
Thinking about my lost youth..

"Kiss the lips of bloody twins.
 Sung to by a slew of sirens.
 Tricky mermaids,
 evil pirates."

 CocoRosie, The Moon Asked The Crow.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Make Way Bitches, Miss Fox's Here To Stay.

Still remember Nicole Fox from America's Next Top Model Cycle 13? Well, just when you thought she would disappear completely in the Fashion world just like others previous cycles winners, Nicole proves us wrong.

Ph: Kathryna Hancock
Stylist: Thomas Anderson
Hair/Makeup: Junita Lyon @ Celestine Agency
Model: Nicole Fox @ Wilhelmina

I hope this sweetheart would go on to book impressive editorials and campaigns with big-names photographers. Maybe not with Uncle Terry, yea?

"One thing I know for certain.
 I'm pretty sure.
 It ain't over.
 I'm not done."

 Fever Ray, I'm Not Done.