Showing posts with label Prada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prada. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Colonial Charm

If you've read my previous blogpost, you'll know that I was quite taken with the brand spanking new interior of Victoria concert hall, which got me musing about the predicament of living in a globalizing and shrinking world. As such, I have been on the hunt for locations in this concrete jungle that still retain a touch of their colonial charm.  The next place on my checklist was the Singapore Art Museum, another old haunt pulled out from the memories of my teenage years spent on school excursions and relishing in the fact that there was no work to be done that day. 

This location is arguably one of my favourites yet - lots of clean, white space with an added touch of benches and artwork for you to go about questioning your quarter-life existential crisis. The museum displays a significant collection of work by quite a number of Southeast-Asian contemporary and modern artists. The beautifully restored colonial-era mission school is also now house to a variety of cafes and restaurants as well as quaint little stores that sell local crafts and products. 

You've heard me complaining countless times on my blog about the sweltering heat in Singapore - I know not what possessed me to purchase this outerwear, and wear it on this shoot with my photographer Randy whose camera was SO SHARP you could zoom in to see the beads of perspiration on my upper lip. Not glamorous at all, I can tell you that. In retrospect, my first mistake was probably just trying it on - trying things on does no favors to your wallet, believe me. 

The clean lines of this architecture remind me oddly of ZARA tailoring, which is why I chose to wear the mid length tailored blazer and the white blouse I'm sporting - two of my newest wardrobe additions. That, and every time I step into either the Singapore Art Museum or a ZARA store, look around and take a deep breath, everything seems right in the world again. 







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Photography by the talented Randy Tan of LoveLens - also on Instagram and Facebook 


UNICORN LOVE, 
 - R 

Monday, 9 March 2015

Whitewashed

As a cityscape country, Singapore is quite well known for it's modern and abstract architecture, with a touch of avant garde. But as I (rather ashamedly) took on the role of a tourist in the country I've practically lived my whole life in, I realized there are little pockets of old colonial architecture that hasn't yet been obliterated by skyscrapers, apartment buildings and the like.  This place, Victoria Concert Hall, is one of them. Granted the building has just been restored, but the architecture is still in place. 

I haven't been to this place since my choir days in primary and secondary school, circa 2003 to 2010 when we used to practice for days and weekends on end in preparation for the annual Singapore Youth Festival competitions, or for performances we were going to. I distinctly remember the dressing rooms had mirrors with light bulbs in front of it - old Hollywood glamour esque - and nine-year-old me was probably more excited about those grimy backstage mirrors than the actual performance. 

There is something rather enthralling about high ceilings and clean walls that stimulates thought - though I think it is more of the space than anything else. So bear with me as I spew my two cents worth. Living in a sardine can, it's pretty hard to find such quiet and clean space in which you can just take some time for yourself to reflect and breathe. Every day is a race of finishing work, doing things, running errands - trying desperately to get somewhere or something done - that we are constantly living in the future instead of the present. I don't mean to say the future isn't important, but it's a right shame we too often neglect the present; we live in it. 

P.S: Spot my new baby, featured in more posts to come! 















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Bug Print Top ZARA | Textured Midi Skirt Topshop | Prada Mini Alma in Chrome

Photography by Edward - check him out!

UNICORN LOVE, 
- R  

Sunday, 30 March 2014

Comfort Zone

As airheaded as this may sound, I've decided that being surrounded by well dressed people is one of the best feelings in the world. This realization dawned upon me when I was queuing to visit the L'oreal pop up boutique at this year's Melbourne Fashion Festival. Call me what you want, but I looked around me, taking in all the eclectic fashion choices, and had this moment where I just thought to myself: holy shit, I love this. All of it.

Sadly, I didn't have leeway with moolah to buy tickets to the runways I wanted to go to - all of which cost upwards of a hundred dollars.  Of course there were more pocket friendly options for the lesser known shows, but then I thought: or I could use this money to buy a new dress...  So I just suspiciously lingered around the steps of Docklands Central Pier like a imposter, hoping to catch a glimpse of a famous fashion blogger in the flesh. This went on till hunger and cold won out and I headed back to satisfy the cravings of a rumbling tummy.

I've mostly done shoots in natural settings, so the harsher lines of plain concrete and worn down wood was a surprising challenge to work with. Add to that the fact that I was decked out in white, florals, pastel shades, chiffon, an underwhelming amount of black and a maxi skirt - I'd normally never fulfill these categories, all at once. While I really warmed to this, monochrome, pleather and creepers of impractical height will always hold a special place in my heart.








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Zara Blazer | Forever New Floral Maxi Skirt | White Sleeved Crop Top similar here | Bershka Chunky Heel
Floral Statement Necklace similar here and here | Watch by RobergĂ© Geneve, Auriga Collection | Prada Mini in Ottanio

Photo Credits to Lily : check her blog out here

UNICORN LOVE, 
- R