I've fallen in love with the streets of Sai Ying Pun a dozen times. Its the epitome of old HK existing in harmony with the new, with hip new restaurants popping up in the neighbourhood its quickly becoming one of the most charming places to hang... and lucky for me my office is right in the midst of it all. Couldn't resist a quick snap during my lunch break, this rusty gate was unwittingly the inspiration for todays outfit.
"The subversive sensuality and overwhelming sophistication of Charlotte Rampling, in pictures taken by Helmut Newton in the 70’s, is where Fiona Cibani looked to represent her mood for the Ports 1961 Fall Winter 2014 Womenswear collection; mysterious, sensitive and romantic."
Military coats, flared overalls and pencil longuettes have me fantasising of cold air and the glamour of winter. Ports FW14 playfully switches from smooth silhouettes to richly-textured and sculptural pieces. Its classic, refined feminism with statement accents like their spiky gold chocker that makes the neckline dangerously divine.
A muted palette that is far from boring, the collection has a classic air to it which is no surprise once you know Charlotte Rampling is the muse of this season. Every woman encouraged to follow in her direction; to step boldly and express their inner sensuality with unwavering strength and purposeful attitude.
The thought of having a woman I just met ripping hair out of my lady parts never really appealed to me so, until recently I always resorted to carefully navigating downstairs with a razor. As you may know, sharp objects and tender bits don't tend to mix well, with the added annoyance of hair growing back with a tougher and thicker kind of vengeance. All my friends reel back in horror every time I mention my apparently archaic way of hair care, but after my first ever wax I can understand why!
Before heading to STRIP I had a million questions in my head, I wish I had googled the process a bit more, what if it was so unbearably painful I wanted to stop mid way? Would it be weird if I left my socks on ..and god forbid..what if my leg accidentally jerked and kicked the woman in the face?
My initial fears were stripped away (pun intended) after a brief chat with the STRIP specialist whom assured me the waxing horror stories I had heard were grossly out of proportion. It helps that STRIP doesn't resemble a torture chamber in any shape or form and I didn't hear any cries for help as we walked towards the private room.
I opted for a hard wax, which means a warm liquid is applied to the desired area and left to harden before it is ceremoniously ripped from you. To my delight, it really wasn't as painful as expected, of course it stung a little while after but the process only managed to illicit a yelp or two. Best of all the wax managed to pick up the most stubborn of hairs and I didn't experience any irritability afterwards, the session uses one chocolate wax to tackle tough hairs and one strawberry wax to pick up the fine hairs.
The whole experience exceeded my expectations entirely, I've happily said goodbye to my razor. More importantly, the staff were very accommodating and the facilities are hygienic - my deluded waxing fears have been put to bed! Try STRIP out for yourself.
My love for everything Erbert Chong is no secret; both the man himself and his creations awaken a snappy kind of modernity. I was thrilled to be a part of his “Black Metropolis” AW14 campaign, donning a luxuriously long white wig and big inked lips.
Every piece is heavily reminiscent of exuberant 20’s glamour with sultry undertones to bring it into the modern age. Always fearless and always bold, Erbert takes note from Art Deco architecture like the Chrysler Building to create strong geometrics cuts and mesmerising necklines. The twenty-first-century can always use more old world glamour!
How long has it been? 3 months since my last update?...Yikes! In my defence I hand my hands tied with graduation, starting a full time job and little getaways ..but we all know its actually because I got a little bit lazy. But now I'm back blogging train (choo choo!).
I recently got to spend 10 amazing days beach side with my best friends, not even the thunderstorms stopped us from hours of ridiculous fun. Who ever has a bad beach holiday? No one! The only stressful experience was actually getting to the island, flying on a tiny propeller plane is not my cup of tea, and with the added bonus of my best friends shifty eyes every time the plane made a strange sound did not make the experience any more pleasant. Definitely missing the buckets of Singha beer and yummy bowls of sinagang now...when will teleportation be ready again?
Bonus photo of me getting pounded by waves to say sorry! I'm on my blogging game now!
I want this more than I want to be locked in a room with a dozen puppies!