Showing posts with label Fashion & Beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion & Beauty. Show all posts

My Perfumes & the Travels They Evoke

My perfume collection and the travels that they bring to mind. An olfactory journey to Russia, Italy, Cuba, Vietnam, South Korea, France, and Malaysia. Starring Chanel Cuir de Russie, Tom Ford Neroli Portofino, Creed Virgin Island Water, Tom Ford Champaca Absolute, Dior Leather Oud, Chanel No 5 Eau Premiere, and Tom Ford Jasmin Rouge.

What a suggestive force smell is. It's this sense with all its Pavlovian powers that makes me want to instantly disrobe and lie face down in anticipation of a massage whenever I catch the spa-like whiff of lemongrass (which is why I should probably avoid Thai restaurants). It's why amortentia - the most powerful love potion in the wizarding world - smells to each person of their favourite things. Mine would be: the seats of a new car, fresh paint, and vanilla ice-cream OMG am I pregnant?! Scent leads us down forgotten paths of memories old and transports us to places we'd rather be. This same aspirational quality is why the head honchos of the fragrance industry are probably cackling all the way to the bank in a perfume cloud of Justin Bieber 'Someday' and 'Girlfriend'. Muahahahaha.
In the theme of this month's travel blogger linkup I thought I'd share with you my collection of fragrances and the journeys to faraway lands that they bring to my mind.
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April 04, 2016

My Perfumes & the Travels They Evoke

What a suggestive force smell is. It's this sense with all its Pavlovian powers that makes me want to instantly disrobe an...

Tropical Toxic


March 23, 2016

Tropical Toxic

Public Nudity

Taking my latest buy for a spin in Arnold Circus, Shoreditch

It’s sunny! It’s snowy! It’s freezing! It’s balmy! Either the weather is off her meds or London is blessing us with bouts of sunshine to apologise for the sudden balls-cold spell that hit us earlier this week It’s almost as though she realised that winter is nearly over and decided to go all-out before the curtain falls, but still - no snow (the weather will probably go all Arendelle on us this June, just you wait). How the devil are we supposed to dress for this bipolar climate, though? Do we store the furs and bring out the trench coats? Eschew black for sunnier shades? Luckily for me, I’ve already got my spring capsule wardrobe sorted and the answer is: nudes. Nudes are always the answer.
March 06, 2016

Public Nudity

Taking my latest buy for a spin in Arnold Circus, Shoreditch It’s sunny! It’s snowy! It’s freezing! It’s balmy! Either the weat...

What’s In My Makeup Bag - My 17 Luxury & Drugstore Beauty Essentials

What’s In My Makeup Bag -  My 16 Luxury & Drugstore Beauty Essentials
“There are no ugly women, only lazy ones”

‘Ain’t that the truth? You only have to look as far as my ‘morning face’ and compare it with my ‘public face’ to fully appreciate the transformative powers of cosmetics. My close friends jokingly call bare-faced me ‘Maria, Jasiminne’s humble and homely maid’ and love to ask ‘Maria’: “Mana boss kau yang cantik tu?” (Where’s that lovely boss of yours?) to which ‘Maria’ would reply: “Puan sedang sibuk, ma’am. Dia datang sebentar lagi, sila tunggu sekejap. Nak minum apa, ma’am?” (Madam Jasiminne is busy but she will be here presently. Would you like a drink while you wait?) Yeah, I have great friends. *furtive glance*
February 29, 2016

What’s In My Makeup Bag - My 17 Luxury & Drugstore Beauty Essentials

“There are no ugly women, only lazy ones” ‘Ain’t that the truth? You only have to look as far as my ‘morning face’ and compare ...

Instagram Wife

In the interest of feminism and gender equality, this Instagram Wife photographs her Instagram Husband in the scenic Grade II listed forest of Wanstead Park, London. All clothes by Regimental Vintage.

Shoot others as you would have them shoot you

Maybe my shooter of choice - Canon 6D, 85mm f1.8 (see the contents of my camera bag here) - elicits less knee-jerk reactions than Henry’s arsenal of AK-47, PPSH, and Mosin Nagan; but I’m a sharp shooter all the same. It’s a widely-accepted opinion that the formula for successful fashion blog/Instagram = photogenic girl + well managed eating disorder + credit card + photographer boyfriend. Hence the rise of the ‘Instagram Husband’ - that oft unmentioned accessory in the ‘Shop the post/Buy the look here’ section in, like, every fashion blog ever.  
So in the interest of gender equality - and I don’t mean jumping on the OMG FEMINIST bandwagon - I thought I’d share with you how mine and Henry’s relationship goes both ways. Yes, he does follow me around and takes marvellous photos of me for my blog but I also happily return the favour. Because like body pleasure, stoking the flames of vainglory is so much more fun when you have a partner. 
Here are some photos I took of my Instagram Husband bearing arms in Wanstead Park, because every healthy relationship should also have an Instagram Wife. 
PHOTOGRAPH & EDIT BY POSH, BROKE, & BORED
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February 25, 2016

Instagram Wife

Shoot others as you would have them shoot you Maybe my shooter of choice - Canon 6D, 85mm f1.8 (see the contents of my camera ba...

Fartypants


Eye see you over there baby, shaking that thang…

(See more Knitwittery here and here
Flatutent leather culottes! Questionable tan lines! Sequinned eyes on the world’s most impractical compact satchel! That’s what you get when you combine jet lag and Shoreditch douchebagg-ery because this sort of award-winning ensemble should be best left to the clamourers outside Somerset House this time of year, the pages of Grazia, and fashion blogs. There’s a disconcerting breeze around my shins - and not just because my leather culottes make the most embarrassingly realistic fart noises when I walk (it’s my trousers, guys, I SWEAR) - yet my top half is toastier than the Brick Lane bagel shop. My ankle boots cover my weird ankle tan lines from Malaysia but not the remnants of my gold flash tattoos (which now look like odd scabs on my shins, ugh). Also, my handbag is as adequately-sized as my self-awareness is ample (in other words, not at all).  
And this, kids, is why you don’t attempt any sort of sartorial statement right after landing in London at four in the morning after a 13 hour flight.   
At least this hot mess kinda sorta photographs well…? No? Yes?  
PHOTOGRAPHY BY HENRY RIDLEY-COOK. QUESTIONABLE SARTORIAL CHOICES ALL MINE.

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February 24, 2016

Fartypants

Eye see you over there baby, shaking that thang… (See more Knitwittery here and here )  Flatutent leather culottes! Questio...

Welcome, Monkey!


Gong Xi Fa Cai, Wan Shi Ru Yi! Wishing you all prosperity in the year of the Fire Monkey!

February 08, 2016

Welcome, Monkey!

Gong Xi Fa Cai, Wan Shi Ru Yi!  Wishing you all prosperity in the year of the Fire Monkey!

A triangle bra for even the most bosom-y of wenches


From my new saviour - B by Ted Baker

 The love that dares not speak its name. That’s my euphemism for ‘titties too big for this bullsh*t’ - the collective cry of bosom buddies with more than a handful to spare. Myself, being the ambivalent bearer of an ample chest (all the more astonishing given my South East Asian ethnicity which tends to come with automatic admission into the itty-bitty-titty committee) have accepted that my DDs are persona non grata at the triangle bra party. Those underwire-less, ethereal, wispy lace handkerchiefs held up with nary but a spaghetti-slim strap? No chance in hell. How about this eggshell-coloured feat of support engineering that bears a passing resemblance to a chastity device?
February 05, 2016

A triangle bra for even the most bosom-y of wenches

From my new saviour -  B by Ted Baker  The love that dares not speak its name . That’s my euphemism for ‘ titties too big for th...

Knitwit II

Feeling as smug as a bug in a rug thanks to my knitwittery, plus hair and beauty magic by Cadogan Cosmetics and Duck & Dry.


(...and it's not just because I might have crumbs in my bra)

PHOTOS BY HENRY RIDLEY-COOK, EDITED BY ME
Heavens to Murgatroyd, it finally happened - I've hit all the high notes on the beauty scale.   
February 03, 2016

Knitwit II

(...and it's not just because I might have crumbs in my bra) PHOTOS BY HENRY RIDLEY-COOK, EDITED BY ME Heavens to Murgatro...

Knitwit

January 22, 2016

Knitwit

The Wolf of Warsaw

The Wolf of Warsaw - a wolf fur winter warmer

January 11, 2016

The Wolf of Warsaw

Winter Skin: My 8 Epidermis Essentials

My 8 skincare and beauty essentials for Winter from E45, Banila Co. Tony Moly, Aritaum, and Cellnique.

 That's right, lucky number 8. To all my superstitious Chinese homies, can I get a '发发*'?
* - fatt, or 'prosperous', which sounds just like '八' (eight).
December 22, 2015

Winter Skin: My 8 Epidermis Essentials

 That's right, lucky number 8. To all my superstitious Chinese homies, can I get a ' 发发*' ? * 发 - fatt, or 'prosper...

Are You Fur Real?


Fur real. Real fur. Either way, it works - no synthetic fibres for me, darling.

December 16, 2015

Are You Fur Real?

Fur real. Real fur . Either way, it works - no synthetic fibres for me, darling.

176 AVENUE, Bangsar: My one-stop beauty destination


All a busy lady's beautifying needs - hair, nails, lashes, and waxes - conveniently located in one industrial-chic Bangsar salon.
November 23, 2015

176 AVENUE, Bangsar: My one-stop beauty destination

All a busy lady's beautifying needs - hair, nails, lashes, and waxes - conveniently located in one industrial-chic Bangsar salon....

Seoul Fresh, Seoul Clean: Korea Beauty and Skincare Haul


Any beauty blogger worth their sugar scrub knows that South Korea is the mecca for all things skincare.

November 19, 2015

Seoul Fresh, Seoul Clean: Korea Beauty and Skincare Haul

Any beauty blogger worth their sugar scrub knows that South Korea is the mecca for all things skincare.

Café Dior and the world's largest Dior flagship boutique in Gangnam, Seoul


I found heaven in Seoul: all five floors of it at Dior in Apgujeong, Gangnam.
November 12, 2015

Café Dior and the world's largest Dior flagship boutique in Gangnam, Seoul

I found heaven in Seoul: all five floors of it at Dior in Apgujeong, Gangnam.

What's In My Handbag: Prada Saffiano Cuir

What's In My Handbag: Prada Saffiano Cuir - Posh, Broke, & Bored

The perfect work-play tote for the entrepreneur who never 'switches off' and carries her office in her handbag.

October 17, 2015

What's In My Handbag: Prada Saffiano Cuir

The perfect work-play tote for the entrepreneur who never 'switches off' and carries her office in her handbag.

Russian Red


More than just a colour, in Russia the word for red - красный (krasni) - also means 'beautiful'.
August 26, 2015

Russian Red

More than just a colour, in Russia the word for red - красный (krasni)  - also means 'beautiful'.

Fresh to death: my shower confidential


If cleanliness is next to Godliness, then I'm the freaking Ayatollah of the temple that is my shower, preaching into the hose to my loyal audience of shampoo bottles all dutifully lined up as if rapt with attention. All hail the High Priestess of The Clean.
August 15, 2015

Fresh to death: my shower confidential

If cleanliness is next to Godliness, then I'm the freaking Ayatollah of the temple that is my shower, preaching into the hose to...

'What's In My Handbag' - The minimalist edit

What's In My Handbag - the minimalistic 'marble-inspired' clutch

I have a confession to make  I’ve been purging. 
June 25, 2015

'What's In My Handbag' - The minimalist edit

I have a confession to make  —  I’ve been purging.