World Without Strangers + PhFW Giveaway








Giordano did a little street style challenge with some of the local bloggers to style a Giordano look from our favorite pieces. As a scrawny, tiny girl I decided to play around with menswear and the notion of  borrowing from the boys – a notion a petite person is supposedly off-limits to. I literally borrowed this top from the men’s section of Giordano, got jeans two sizes too big and threw on an oversized varsity jacket to complete the whole boyfriend look. Injected demure details with this sparkly headband, a snakeskin clutch and studded blush pink pumps to keep from looking too undone.

Really glad I was given creative freedom in dressing like a boy. I guess the whole notion of blurring the lines between genders, shapes and sizes is something I find interesting – like categories are slowly being lifted and we end up being removed from boxes we were previously segregated into. I feel like Giordano’s tagline, “World Without Strangers,” is connected to this notion of removing delineations somehow – that the tagline promotes a world where no one is ostracized, left behind and deemed different. And that’s a world I want to live in. Being able to show this by way of one’s outfit is not just easy but something I feel blessed for being able to do. So keep borrowing from the boys, or the girls, or the petites and the bigs, the young and the old and other groupings you want to start breaking.

On a much lighter note, Giordano is joining Philippine Fashion Week and I’m giving away 10 free fashion week passes! I’m choosing 5 winners by Wednesday midnight to win 2 passes each! All you have to do is:

1. Follow @alyssalapid and @giordanoph on Twitter

2. Like AlyssaLapid and Giordano on Facebook

3. Tweet “Win tickets to @giordanoph Fashion Week at! #alyssalapidgiveaways #GiordanoPhFW”

Top, Jeans and Varsity jacket all from GIORDANO

Photos by Gerry Robinson

Make up by Diane Lorenzana


What Lies Beneath

Let’s talk underwear.

It may sound weird but I’m a big underwear fan. I like the occasional paisley but my go-to pieces are definitely comfortable silk or lace ones. Comfort and lace are not mutually exclusive, contrary to popular belief. (Comfort and thongs though definitely are.)

A kick-ass set of underwear boosts confidence. Watching sexy girls ramping in a kick-ass set of underwear (Alessandra Ambrosio? Miranda Kerr?), not as much. As my outfits are usually simple and/or sheer, having nice underwear makes me feel both 1) confident even if the outside look is pretty dull, and 2) confident even when the outside look gives a sneak peek of what’s inside. While I gravitate towards black, I do like the occasional pop of color like so I got myself a hot pink lace set from Wacoal and took on a personal underwear “styling challenge.”

I figured since it’s hot pink it would be a little more difficult for me to wear on a regular basis. You may say, “but underwear is supposed to be kept under and therefore unseen, how difficult is that?” And to that I reply, “One, sheer. Two, big armholes. And three, innerwear is the new outerwear.” (Cue Karen from Mean Girls’ “Duh.”) So I came up with three looks from day (to mid-day) to night and took my hot pink baby along with me. But instead of going along the lines of my rebuttal (see points one through three that would require high underwear visibility), I toned it down (maybe a little too much) and I got three outfits that were both simple and young and to prove to myself that how you look on the outside does not always translate to how you feel on the inside.


9:00 AM, errand running – A graphic I Love Coke tee paired with high waist jeans and sneakers may mean you want to dress (and look) comfortable, but knowing you got a hot pink lace concoction underneath makes you want to dab a bit of red lipstick, some fun sunglasses and pick up your mood from errand-stressed to independent cool. (Til you have to park, then the stress comes right back.)


2:00 PM, Creative brainstorming meeting – Nothing brings me back to high school more than this skirt that so closely resembles Cady Heron’s in Mean Girls. The sweater with the psycho eyes takes another few years off maybe taking me all the way back to grade school. But again, the hot pink secret underneath lets me forget all awkward puberty associations.


8:00 PM, Event – With my lace two piece, there’s no need to don a body-hugging thigh-high slit dress to prove how grown up I really am. (And proving it may be necessary after that 2:00 PM school girl reference). I could wear a prom-looking cocktail dress and still feel confident that the balloon silhouette isn’t inferior to its curve-showcashing opposite.

Of course there are many other ways to wear this Wacoal underwear set whether you choose to show it off or not. I chose to hide it and was still able to prove what I set out to prove and maybe even come up with a new hypothesis: what lies underneath may be even greater than what goes above it.

Underwear set, WACOAL 

Cherry Bomb








Here’s part two of my denim find showcase. I’ve been resisting the urge to keep wearing this top (as I just blogged about it last week) but I figured there’s no point counting down the days ’til it’s socially acceptable to repeat. Honestly, even with the blog I forget which outfits I already wore and since I gravitate towards the same things/looks, I end up wearing pieces more often than what Rachel Zoe would advice.

I easily tire of things too so using them while I still like them is to me called value for money. Cost per wear feels like financial prison when one keeps wearing something one has fallen out of love with for the sake of justifying a purchase. (Is it just me? Or does fashion really sound like a relationship? See love letter to shoes here).

It’s been raining a lot lately so I took sunlight as a big blinding (not to mention, yellow) go signal to bring out these new cherry platforms. Haven’t worn anything this high in a while and I felt a little wobbly in them. I still don’t get why people find platforms more comfortable than single soles when platforms trigger a keener (but tiring) sense of disaster avoidance (i.e., being acutely aware of pebbles, stones, road bumps – basically anything that isn’t flat) for fear of falling. Again, maybe it’s just me.

Anyway, if there’s anything I want this blog post to impart it’s this: who cares if you blog about the same piece twice (or more) in a row? I don’t. You love, you blog. It really is that simple.

At least I think. Anyone wanna validate it? (And by it I mean me.)

p.s. Tell me, which repeat denim look did you like better?


Denim Squared









I’ve been on the lookout for the perfect denim top (that isn’t a button down) and I finally found it at H&M, where I find almost everything else I need. Had the sudden urge to ransack my closet for these matching H&M jeggings. It turned out a little jumpsuit-looking but I don’t mind. Jumpsuits are a want that don’t translate well to my humble 5’2″ stature so the look minus the accompanying disproportionate crotch is always welcome.

Planned on doing a two-way styling post for this top but the number of photos was bound to get overwhelming so just consider this part one of two. The head to ankle H&M look reveals how much of a sucker for H&M I really am but aren’t we all? I’m more of a sucker for my shoes though that I wrote a love letter to here. Can’t wait to get more pieces to fall in love with and I promise I won’t write letters to all of them.

Next on the denim hunt: a knee-length or calf-length denim skirt. Know where I can find one?

Btw, there’s a FourEyes giveaway ongoing here.

And there’s also a survey dying to be answered here. 

Top, jeggings and headband, H&M | Heels, VALENTINO | Bag, ALEXANDER WANG

Yeah, You, Rockstud

A Love Letter To My Shoes


Hey Stud,

I’ve been noticing you for a while now. You seem like the shy type, not too aggressive but still ending up on the feet of many. Not that it was a turn-off. For the first time, I didn’t mind sharing something with others. And there are many, many others. I know. You practically dominate my Instagram feed. But like any 21st century stalker would, that’s just my way of keeping up to date with your polygamous ways. And to disprove any illusions of clingyness on my end, I repeat: I don’t mind.

I don’t know how you (and your box) fell into my lap – things happened so fast. One minute I was trying you on, the next I was handing my credit card with the words “that’s the last size 5” ringing in my ear, but that’s really beside the point.

I’ve been ogling you since purchase, wearing you solely in bed for fear of actually taking you out and getting you rained on. Why that’s a worry I’m not sure anymore, but just like love, I don’t have to be logical when it comes to you. The day I did wear you out, you were showered, not with love, but with rain. But in some The Notebook-like moment, I knew, we could get past any (literal) storm. (I would just have to really clean both you and my feet afterwards. It gets gross.)

You’re the protective type, too, and I love you for it. I’ve already envisioned, with the help of my NCIS obsession, so many ways you could save my life with your studs serving as my lethal weapon. I am given a constant reminder when I try to cross my legs and it hurts. But that’s okay. I know it’s for my safety anyway.

I’m not usually this crazy, nor this bold, even. PDA, especially online, is not really my thing. But I guess I now just realized why they coined the term falling head over heels. Obviously coined by a girl, obviously about literal heels. (It wasn’t though, on both counts –  I just checked – but I like making general sweeping statements.) Anyway, I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you, planning on subtly mentioning you in an outfit post, but you deserve more than that.

I would like to go back to a story about your namesake, the one and only Valentino Garavani. I read that in partner Giancarlo Giammetti’s new memoir, Private, (to be released Oct. 15th), he mentions in the opening line, “I’ve always felt that my life began when I met Valentino.”

And maybe, just maybe, that’s how we’ll be too?

Or is that another sweeping statement we obviously can’t uphold? *clingy tear*




p.s. We look good together, don’t you think? 

Higher Heights









Full disclosure: it’s taken me a while to figure out the (life) direction I wanted to take. And while I know it can easily change in a couple of years, or months even should the Universe decide to intervene, I feel pretty good – ready to embrace new opportunities and let go of those that drag me down. (I found that it’s never easy to say no and leave but coming to peace with it is a huge sigh of relief.)

I semi-intended on taking photos in some area with long winding roads just to portray my sense of direction better but I guess I went vertically instead with a rooftop shoot (hopefully the symbolical height translates in my life too.)

To celebrate (read: more like to find a reason to dress up), I wore this beautiful BCBG dress that I was so lucky to have found on sale. It completely robs me of any illusion of a figure whatsoever but that’s just the way I like it. Also debuted my new Valentino heels that I am absolutely head over heels (pun intended) in love with. I think it’s the perfect shoe and I’m seriously considering wearing it to my wedding. Debating whether a post dedicated to it is necessary but I just might ‘coz the love I have for it needs to be immortalized somewhere.

This outfit sashayed its way into Stylebible’s Virtual Style Awards where Stybebible awarded digital game changers. Congratulations to all the winners: Tricia Gosingtian (Best Wardrobe Blogger), Fold Canela (Fashion Film Maker), Divine Lee (Best Celebrity Site), Jenni Eperson (Online Reporter), Nikki Tiu (Beauty Blogger), Your Evil Twin (Photographer), Thursday Room (Online Portfolio), KC Concepcion (Twitter Microblogger) and Kim Jones (Instagram Microblogger). What I appreciate about awards like this is that it encourages (and maybe, even demands?) a higher standard of internet perusal. And, well, finding out that Kim Jones, Instagram Microblogger winner, and I share the same filter is weirdly reassuring.

Oh, before I forget, they also showed a few videos and I just wanted to share my favorites – they not only make light of fashion (which is a breather) but they’re also very entertaining.

P.S. Get ready for a heart attack (clue: second vid). I literally jumped in my seat. Enjoy!



Dress, BCBG Generation | Heels, VALENTINO | Contacts, FRESH LOOK JET BLACK







Here’s another chronologically unsound post from Michigan. I think this is the last of them though so we can finally make proper sense of time or, at least, geographic location. Here’s a quick post of an even quicker trip to Birch Run then Frankenmuth. For as long as I can remember, Birch Run has always been my happy place – one with a series of acres dedicated solely to outlet stores. I haven’t been though in around 5 years and it honestly isn’t as awesome as I remember. It’s highly likely that I fell out of love with most of the brands – although the roster now includes ones I support like AEO, Aeropostale, BCBG, Calvin Klein, Nine West and a whole lot more. Don’t get me wrong – I did shop (deals were more than I could’ve hoped for) but the idea of the place didn’t get me as excited as when I was, say, 9. And sometimes you just really want to hold on to the happy memories of your childhood and can’t help but get saddened by growing too old for it. 

Headed to Frankenmuth right after, housing the 365-day a year Christmas store and an area resembling Bavaria complete with their famous chicken, Bavaria castle-looking restaurants and servers in costumes. The chicken did not disappoint, although food rarely ever does. Spent a good chunk of the time dilly-dallying with the little munchkins I was with (my nieces) in what can be considered a non-bloggable outfit but a totally bloggable place. Oh the irony.


Singapore Photo Diary [Pt. 2]












Spent a day in Marina Bay Sands but ended up with more photos than the rest of the days combined so a solo diary is a must. A full day is just enough time to spend in that area – including the Gardens by the Bay that had way too many sub-gardens and way too little shade. A piece of advice: do not forget sunscreen. Parading around the area sparked a teeny desire to try my hand at landscaping my own garden. Coming home though killed that dream easily – tending to overbearing plants and the insects that come with is not for me. I’m glad I established that early on. But looking at beautifully tended ones – ones that require nothing but observance and admiration – is rather relaxing. With a can of Sprite, even better. Marina is basically like a bigger, stretched out Ion Mall, only it has Chanel and a few other brands that Ion should probably add to their roster. It was fun (window) shopping and shop-watching (watching other people spend). Somehow, seeing other people spend makes me feel like I too am maxing out my credit card. Weird, I know, but a gentle reminder not to splurge is always good.

Anyway, here are some photos for your viewing pleasure – from plants to Louis Vuitton, I’ve got you Marina-covered.

Four Eyes Giveaway ongoing here.

Survey ongoing here.