Mesh-merized

I always thought mesh was synonymous to three things alone: goth, sweat and strippers – none of which, I particularly like.

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I always thought mesh was synonymous to three things alone: goth, sweat and strippers – none of which, I particularly like. In my head the images varied from nose-ring, eye-liner clad grim people to sports jerseys to fishnet stockings (the last one is probably a stretch but still a regular mesh association in my head.) So I tried to steer clear of mesh for the longest time.

For some reason (also known as a sale), I found myself buying not just one mesh item but two. Sales have the sole power to make me retract previously uttered sweeping statements and make me embrace ideas that I have sworn off. Like mesh.

I kinda like it. I don’t know if I just got lucky – my pieces aren’t as sporty (or slutty) as what mesh usually comes in so thank you, Oxygen, for allowing me to stray a little out of my comfort zone while ensuring I don’t get give off reminders of gyms nor strip clubs.

I’m seriously considering wearing this skirt to work too. It’s long enough to not scandalize my boss, right? See, pushing the boundaries of my previous mesh-lacking world.

Oh sales. The things you make me do. I’m pretty sure I won’t be buying toe socks anytime soon no matter how cheap they may be but should you feel my inclination to do so, I beg you to call me out on it. That doesn’t have a saving grace. No matter the styling, no matter the brand. Stripper, we can save. Tacky, we can’t. We just can’t.

Top and skirt, OXYGEN | Sandals, LORD & TAYLOR | Headband, FOREVER21

photos by Ralph Mendoza

Age Is In The Outfit

And we pile on the years as we pile on the clothes.

 

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At an event a couple weeks back I was mistaken for a 17 year old. I’m turning 24 in June, mind you, but I really do get that a lot – that I look young. It doesn’t really help that I dress young – that occasion happened to find me in a virginal yellow dress, twisted tendrils tucked into a half pony and a generous dab of baby pink lip gloss – so even more years were butchered off my “look.” But do I deliberately avoid more “grown up” options? Absolutely.

See, I skipped 2 years of school and ended up being 2 years younger than most of my batch mates. See, when you’re in your early teens, you don’t really care. But fast forward to college freshman year at 16 with your peers all legal at 18, you start to. So I felt the need to compensate by way of clothes. What I lacked in years I added in structured purses and pencil skirts.

Graduating at 19 was a different story. Finally entering the workforce at 20 was nerve-wracking. In a place where lack of tenure and experience translate to a lack of respect, lack of age seemed a red flag. So with my treasure trove of chiffon tops, collars, watches and structured bags, I paraded into the office every morning, each heel clacking manufactured maturity.

Now, with a career/life U-turn, I seem to avoid all those I used to hide behind. As I said in my last post, I seem to gravitate towards a more Junior fashion sense – tanks, cottons, character pieces, silvers versus gold, mess versus polish and laid-back versus glam.

Not that I have anything against polished fashionistas. Sometimes teens in decidedly grown up clothes (read: workwear), make me wonder if they too are trying to make a statement to their intended audience of how grown up they already are. But maybe not.

Sometimes I commit the same judgmental mistakes that made me take up (clothing) arms in the first place – referring to younger people as “kids” or feeling “old” at 23. It may be a generational thing. A lot of my (26 year old) friends drop how old they feel in regular conversation. Maybe it’s the pressure of having to perform at par or better than our higher-ups in the workplace. Maybe it’s a sense of entitlement and we falsely see our experience in light years instead of the actual count. (It can also be because everyone is getting married and feeling old is more a result of the notion of decreasing egg count or engagement ring inflation.) Again, who knows?

I’m sure when I’m 40 and look 27 (I hope my Asian skin takes more than a decade off my face), I would appreciate my looking young 100%. As of now though I think I’ll put more importance in feeling young and owning it.

With my clothes as my weapons to steer me in the right direction, I’m pretty sure I’ll get there in no time.

For now, character shirts please! Or, at the very least, those that allude to them. One can’t go wrong with Tweety though.

Top, FOREVER21 | Skirt, GAP | Flats, PRIMADONNA | Clutch, PAPERDOLLS from PD & CO. | Sunglasses, FLY SHADES

Reblogged from WeCreativeNatives.com. Check out more posts from me and more awesome people there! 

The Wizarding World

‘Coz all I hear are raindrops falling on the rooftop. 

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It’s rainy season again here in Manila and I’m not exactly sure what to feel about it just yet. I do know what I feel good about though: for the first time since I was about 6, I finally had the sense to buy myself a raincoat.

Raincoats have always made me feel like a kid – and not in a good way. Maybe it’s because previous ones always entailed Hello Kitty literally saying hello on the pockets. 18 years later I found myself impulse-buying a raincoat for the sole reason that it reminded me of Harry Potter (see: lightning bolt print).  Nothing’s changed, apparently. Maybe only a much-needed acceptance of my love for all things meant for the Junior market. I got it on sale too so that didn’t really help in terms of a clear reason not to buy it. Thinking logically in pros and cons doesn’t really do anything if the rebutting arguments are non-existent.

In any case, I feel prepared. Full disclosure: I don’t really bring umbrellas either. They make me feel rather old. And in a choice between feeling like Hermione Granger or Professor McGonagall, I’m pretty sure you and I will both choose Emma Watson.

Raincoat,  COTTON ON | Flats, PRIMADONNA

 

We Creative Natives: An Introduction

Because, eep, I finally have my own column!

Let’s talk about happiness, travel, dating and shoes.

I just wanted to drop in real quick to share something new in my life – a new website called wecreativenatives.com. It’s one of the projects I’ve been working on over at Pormada and I’m so honored and ecstatic to be able to write alongside some amazing people, namely, Sarah Meier, Kelly Misa, Brent Javier and Jon Heredia. Got my own column – tackling topics that entail deep-seated debates with myself, ideas I’m very passionate about but maybe am a little too shy to share here (I do like to keep it light generally), where my feet take me (so expect a lot of travel posts) and little observations about style and trends.

It’s already an amalgam of topics – from Sarah’s musings, Kelly’s how-tos, Brent’s fitness life and Jon’s reviews – so I do suggest you visit, bookmark and let us know what you think.

Meanwhile, do check out my latest post on Digital Dating – just my two cents. Feel free to rebut and enlighten. More often than not, I want nothing more than to understand. So join our conversation and hopefully you enjoy it enough to stay.

and as a little peek:

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Digital Dating: Gift to mankind or, IDK, us just being lazy?

View the full post here.

See you, fellow creative native?