Lost in Translation vibes on a rainy day in Kyoto – loved this guy’s sense of style (and that Louis Vuitton Keepall too 😛 )
When I left for Japan this time around, I promised myself and my readers that I would make a bigger effort on this trip to capture the style that I encountered on the streets of Japan, the style that the country is known and celebrated for.
And I did.
Sorting through the (literal) thousand-plus photos that I returned home with, I unearthed over a hundred that I have come to class as style-stalking.
Why style stalking, you ask nervously, looking for an immediate exit.
The truth of the matter is that my Japanese is beyond poor, and limited greatly by my lack of confidence in my own ability to speak Japanese. As such, I am still not at a place where I am comfortable approaching people and asking if I can take their photo, like I do in Canberra.
So, I creepily captured photos of the amazing style that I saw, like a perverted salary man on the train; with my mobile phone, or while pretending to be photographing the scenery.
I am determined to turn my Style Stalking into Style Scouting by May this year, and I am working on my Japanese daily. In the interim, however, please enjoy these photos which represent the best of a badly-sourced lot. (more…)
I’m in a bit of a quandary with these jeans. They have been, for easily the past 18 months, my very favourite pair of jeans. Until recently, I’ve loved the way that they look, and I’ve always felt like they did great things for my figure and were pretty damn stylish.
However, I was wearing them on the night of my 28th birthday, and while intoxicated to the point of becoming paralytic, I threw up all over myself and my jeans.
Charming behaviour for a 28 year old, I know. Here’s a hot tip – when you’re a tee-totaller who only drinks beer; don’t suddenly decide to drink home-made cocktails on a near-empty stomach!
Anyway, the point of sharing this embarrassing little anecdote is that since I defiled my jeans so spectacularly, and regardless of the fact that there are no visible stains or marks; the jeans seem to have lost the magic that I once attributed to them. They seem duller, less fitted, daggy and tired.
Trying to force the magic back, I added them to today’s ensemble:
Navy silk necktie with orange and silver stripes – vintage Brooks Brothers, etsy Orange and white gingham Shirt – Polo Ralph Lauren Gold-tone tie bar – gift Black leather belt – re-purposed from wedding ensemble Riley 3D loose tapered jeans – G-Star Navy and white striped socks – River Island, ASOS Brown suede loafers – Raphael Steffens
I remain unconvinced. I think the magic is truly dead.
How about you, have you lost the magic with a garment, even though it isn’t physically ruined?
Let’s not pussy-foot around the issue here people, today’s outfit was a mistake. I had intended this week to be an All-Star week of my little book of planned daily outfits, as I have been rigorously planning what I wear weeks in advance in a new book for ten-whole weeks as of Sunday. However, yesterday evening passed me by in a haze of honey chicken, True Blood and FanFiction, and I awoke this morning in a rush, and all my careful planning went out the window.
What I managed to throw together was:
Navy and white gingham blazer – Larsen’s Store for Men, Etsy Blue Oxford-cloth button-down shirt – Polo Ralph Lauren, thrifted Navy silk necktie with pheasant motif – thrifted Gold-tone tie bar – gifted Navy and orange surchingle and leather belt – Trenery Navy jeans/slacks – Versace Jeans Couture, Material Pleasures Brown suede loafers – Raphael Steffens
I look like I should be leading heifers around at the Condoblin Show! It’s ridiculous. Or, given the tie, maybe I’m like, a poultry breeder, who breeds pheasants and is like, SUPER INTENSE about them, and I have a roosting pair that sleep on my headboard called Penelope and Poirot…
Bottom line people – if you have a system, stick to it, or you wind up looking Agrarian.