I’m back home in Singapore after a 2 month absence! I have nothing to offer you except the seminal excuse of university constantly getting in the way of my social life. I should probably have published the second half of my Gold Coast entry now but after having experienced several emotional roller coasters of my own, the last thing I want to write about is more coasters so imma declare a fashion interlude right now. I have the advantage of being in the same country as my pro photographer bff, Dejiki, which makes it a lot easier to show you some of the key pieces in my wardrobe.
Skater dresses must have exploded into the Singapore fashion sphere in the middle of last year and the trend hasn’t dwindled one bit. No one complains because these dresses are cut to flatter any body shape and provides a temporary reprieve from the hip deadlock of the pencil or the fat-divulging bodycon. Still, not all skater dresses are made equal: many of them are manufactured using fabric that belies their true nature. A skater dress has to be well-constructed for it to work as it should; the perfect skater should be made of a material stiff enough to hold the pleats in its skirt without the help of any netting. Just as no one should have to eat a fallen souffle, no girl should have to wear a flouncy skirt being passed off as a skater dress either.
Asos has been a real genius for using cotton piqué (fabric pic here), a woven cotton fabric with the right stiffness and weight, for the skater dress I have on. My other best friend, Aaron, thinks it’s an insult to call it a skater “because it’s obviously too haute to be called a skater dress” but it is what it is lol. To him, a skater dress may be a fashion fad that’s been dragged out long enough but I think if you find one that’s beautifully-made, you would’ve scored yourself a trend-defying classic.
Also introducing the latest bag in the family: my mom’s navy blue Chanel Timeless CC flap bag she received as an apology/mother’s day gift from my father after they had a 15 minute fight in the heart of Orchard over CUTLERY (wtf). I don’t know how she does it but I’m pretty sure part of the secret is to find a man who cannot bear to be treated with angry silence. But my mother has a way with words too: the night I arrived back in Singapore, she handed me a Louis Vuitton wallet she just bought but strangely didn’t want anymore.
“Why don’t you want this?? You haven’t used it at all!”
“It’s got too little credit card slots for me and you have none.”
My mother knows the best way to verbally drive a stake through my heart LOL. Anyway, I didn’t accept the Louis Vuitton wallet in the end, which may seem like a dumb move but if it’s concerning small leather goods, my loyalty will forever lie with Mama Miuccia.