Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I always come back to these in my closet. They're so easy to put together.
Too bad my Darth Vader badge isn't visible.
See that I got chubbier?

Up for a swirly post? 
The first picture is the lower half of this t-shirt I got. 
Pretty mesh-y swirls galore. Cannot wait to wear it.
Have you guys more than noticed how cupcakes are synonymous now with fashion blogs? 
I thought they were the perfect thing to adorn my tee up there. Swirls and all.
Never mind the cheesecake.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Other than 'lahlah' being my nickname, I have another nickname.
It's a bit obscure. I'm not even 25 yet. Heck, that still doesn't count.
Before the term 'Grandma chic' had been re-instated as, well.. chic, I've always been more inclined towards that sort of chic-ness. The reason for which is 'Grandma' clothes or the whole look for me is clothing that translates ease, comfort. Nothing constricting, age appropriate for those frail nerves. And because I'm La-to-the-zy. There was something eerily assuring about that plain, old-y mold-y look. One could not possible fathom the tummy jiggling euphoria that passed over me when this reinstatement took place - that of grannychic. And if you'll let me digress a bit here, that is why I love fashion - it's such a beautiful evolution. I just sounded corny. Daaa 

And coming back to subject, the other nickname is well, G-R-A-N-D-M-A. Or A-P-I in my lingo. Though it's not really because of the way I tend to dress when I get on my G-Ma funk. Over the years of assessing and re-assessing why so many of my relatives and friends call me that, I still haven't figured this one. And upon interrogation, and I promise I did not point a gun to their face, they tell me it has to do with the way I move around or do certain things..or pick-up another bunch of certain things. Or a more forward reply - "You act old. " So two years back, one of my friends and the friend does call me by that same nickname suggested this blog of errm.. old ladies, a thousand other Grandmas doing their thang called created by Ari Seth Cohen. She thought it was on par with my almost infamous nickname that Iv'e lugged around with me for years now and is one of my favourite blogs up to date. Old-y mold-y is definitely not their cuppa' tea for them ladies that led me to re-assessing the whole term 'grannychic' that has garnered almost cult status among us fashion warlords. Then with my grand oratory skills (felt like I was giving a speech to prove my point - of why granny or grannychic runs a bit deeper at lahlahishere) on the subject given, henceforth we shall move on to this awesome fo' shizz epic short film that led me here when I was in the midst of doing my term paper, bloglovin'-in, shooting the shit with my sister's estranged boyfriend, gorging on my favourite sticky rice and now bugging out of my op. 

" I think it's fun to dress up. It's an exercise in creativity and it makes you feel better. Sometimes you're in a funk and you put something on and throw yourself around.. " DOES NOT that sound all too familiar??

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Happy Listening!

What I listen to on Sundays.
The first one was my ultimate summer song in 09' 
The second is a nice sing-along-to.
And I LOVE LOVE 2NE1!!! 
I couldn't stop listening to 'I Don't Care back' then.
CL's my favourite :P

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Get shirty.

This could be my favourite shirt yet. I got it just yesterday.
Made quite a dash to see what I can churn out of it pronto.
I improvised a bit by coiling one of my belts round and round my wrist as it were a snake.
Then got into character.. Head bowed down. The usual.

Then like a frickin' bolt out of the blue I realized this supposed churning had to eventually take place. You'd think it was something premeditated. I was just about to publish this but then went off veering around recent inspiration pictures from the bulk of my files and then BAM! I saw something all too familiar. Apparently this image had been lodged somewhere deep in the crevasses of my brain and all it required was for me to purchase a similar sheer shirt?? That is some eerie, trippy telepathy. I still don't buy that but what the heck. I probably should have edited the picture the other way round.
You see what I mean??                                             tommy ton for

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Over sized blouse nicked from Mum. 
Sheer. Layering. Clean. Minimal.
Let's continue to pray for the people of Japan.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Lovers in Japan

Probably the prettiest vintage dress I own. 
Pairing it with the only leather jacket I own. Which is more than 10 years old.
My prayers go out to the earthquake victims in Japan.
" Tonight maybe we're gonna run. Dreaming of the Osaka sun. "
I've always loved this Coldplay song.

Didn't see this expression coming eh? Haha

Thursday, March 10, 2011


I spent the latter half of the day laughing silly to lines such as these..
" Like the elevator business, being a writer has its ups and downs. At least I made my last name sound aristocratic. That should get me laid. " 
" I don't know what's going on, but in a typically feminine manner I'll allow confusion and being flustered to make me cry up a storm. " 
Although I'm tempted to jot down the more obscene lines, thou shall not. You might reckon they're jolly good lines. Nothing better than a hip re-interpretation of the classics eh? Injecting words such as BTW, iphone, WTF to your outdated classics is like snoop dizzling as Snoop Dogg would say. I always wish he'd be my uncle. And the irony is that I do have an uncle who resembles the West Coast rapper. TING! 
You might prolly find me listening to these if you were snooping outside my room right now.
Strokes fan anyone?

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

This came out almost too neat. Prim and grim. I've dissected them for you. 
And assembled in varying shades of grey.

I love how this cardigan transforms into a onesie when buttoned up and worn over something or vice versa.
Its easy and pretty addictive and this could be one of my last attempts at layering.
I just realized its getting warm real fast.

Monday, March 7, 2011

I have another set of  "oh here is me looking down at my shoes, or staring at my toes" pictures again.
Just to warn you.
M - O - N - O - T - O - N - Y. 
Anyways. Let us CTFO. That was solely addressed to me. 
I wanted to let you guys have a peek at these before I bundle and stuff em' away.
But before that, the first picture - of what seems like a cardboard cutout of a distorted being is the result of being bored. Bored to the extent that you think you're an 'artist' and that you can create something 'artistic' out of your regular boxy Neutrogena packaging. That is one of the irks about our generation. We throw the word 'artist' around. Like you've had one too many Kfc burgers and you're tired of processed food and you let out a groan.
I thought my little Santi Claus would give our new friend some company.
IT is wearing my Mac lipstick. And currently reading the book they're standing on.
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion. Young zombie love. The first of its kind.
Because R is a zombie who falls in love with the very much alive - Julie. Brain intact and all.
Tricky title. Tummy jiggles. Zombie apocalypse anyone?
This sweater reminded me of the Mulleavy sisters. Maybe its the meshy vibes I'm getting.
Was about to sneeze here. A big one. Dotted all over with these tiny glassy beads.
This one's got tiny holes here and there but I really don't mind. I love the chunky royal looking buttons.
Its always hard to squeeze in a decent outfit picture before heading out so these were some of the few woollens that got slaughtered out in the cold. I'll try and fit in another round before I stash em away fer good.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Another Sunday.
Denim on denim with a little orange parting them allies at the waist. Decided I need a little bling in my life.
Listened to Suede's Beautiful Ones over and over. How epic were the 90s??
Reading Twitterature. Nah. Me don't tweet. Twat or twut.
Actually, Twitter + Literature. Been studying Literature all my life. This was inevitable.