Print on print (on print and on more prints), the daily mantra into being a (successful) manrepeller. Oops, I just brought up the word 'manrepeller' again. But what can I do? Decking myself in prints gave me solace and excitement simultaneously (if that's even possible). The reason to why I'm crazy about decking prints is A) my manrepelling impersonation is currently at a plateau of 15%, B) I look so fetch! and C) I just love it! Silly it may seems, but tell me, don't you spot any uncanny resemblances to the official manrepeller? Yes, no? In retrospect, the time when I've decided to plough myself in four somewhat distinct prints (if Baroque, Stripes, Python and Dog print(?!) is distinct enough) was last Friday. Two years back, I could recall print decking as repugnance, while refusing to step out of my black and white more black dresscode. But Anna dello Russo gave me light and brought me out of my abyss of darkness (no pun intended; I still love black btw it's French chic), that made me possess a closet with the ever-spilling rainbow coloured opulence (fabrics).
Despite the prodigious discovery on print decking, some may look really unpleasant (I'm refraining from using the 2Rs: repulsive and revolting) with print decking. So let me (Guru Sean per se) guide you to achieve your very first Honors in the art of Print Decking.
Step 1: Refrain from causing a massive devastation with your colour option. Stick within a selected colour and you'll be fine 99% of the time (see above: blue was the selected colour). If you insist in flaunting your art of colour blocking, select a colour (in which your print consists with) and try not to deviate two colours (left or right) from the rainbow colour wheel. For example, for my Baroque Blazer, I would stick within the hue of either yellow, indigo or purple. And maybe orange.
Step 2: During the process of piling three prints and above, try to keep a print in the form of black or white. This would give the boisterous yet sophisticated feel to your #ootd.
Step 3: Keep your look as clean as possible. I have no idea what to fill Step 3 with (since accomplishing steps 1 and 2 are already satisfactory).
I'm not going to even go to 'Step 4: Exude confidence' because we all know that one's confidence will make their outfits look immaculate (even when you messed up). That line seems kinda familiar...
Step 1: Refrain from causing a massive devastation with your colour option. Stick within a selected colour and you'll be fine 99% of the time (see above: blue was the selected colour). If you insist in flaunting your art of colour blocking, select a colour (in which your print consists with) and try not to deviate two colours (left or right) from the rainbow colour wheel. For example, for my Baroque Blazer, I would stick within the hue of either yellow, indigo or purple. And maybe orange.
Step 2: During the process of piling three prints and above, try to keep a print in the form of black or white. This would give the boisterous yet sophisticated feel to your #ootd.
Step 3: Keep your look as clean as possible. I have no idea what to fill Step 3 with (since accomplishing steps 1 and 2 are already satisfactory).
I'm not going to even go to 'Step 4: Exude confidence' because we all know that one's confidence will make their outfits look immaculate (even when you messed up). That line seems kinda familiar...
Figure A shows me stepping out from my limo, in a conspicuous three contradistinct printed (think baroque, stripes and brocade) 'suit' that portrays a little formality (revisit my obsession for Suits) and masculinity perhaps? Maybe not quite. And with Figure B, let's just say that the photographer was so astonished by my ineffable style (pardon me while I boost a little ego; humor intended), that he had decided to snap a few more shots.
Above three figures: Baroque Blazer's stashed from a sale two seasons back in Zara, Striped Shirt's also from Zara, and Brocade Trousers was on the recent sale at (you know it, none other than) Zara. I'm not a Zara junkie. No I'm not. Still denying it.
Okay fine I am a Zara whore.
Above three figures: Baroque Blazer's stashed from a sale two seasons back in Zara, Striped Shirt's also from Zara, and Brocade Trousers was on the recent sale at (you know it, none other than) Zara. I'm not a Zara junkie. No I'm not. Still denying it.
Okay fine I am a Zara whore.
Bottom two figures: Orange Tartan Shirt from AMEN Label with sleeves folded unprofessionally, while being tucked into a Houndstooth Trousers that costs about twenty bucks from Taobao. And of course, with the obligatory massive #armparty that renders me to unable to reminisce their origin. But one that remained vividly in my mind (that's because I've only purchased it recently) was a triangular emblem that symbolizes fire sign horoscopes (waddup to all Sagittarius gurllll), from Topshop which I know isn't worth the price of 13 bucks. But how can I deal?
Imran as Photographer and Life Guru (I was coerced into typing this)