"Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here, your one and only source into the most scandalous lives of Manhattan's elites. And what do we have here today? Spotted: Sean Seyfried in a NYC t-shirt. Is that how he's going to deceive himself as being an official New Yorker? Or is that how delusion works?"
Lol jk. Okay, half of it is factual (I really wish to say I'm a Manhattan elite but sadly that's the false part). And I'm sure (not too sure though, her hair's mail's so big because it's full of secrets) Gossip Girl wouldn't be bothered, or the least interested, in spotting #ootd(s). I mean, come on, me in casual chic formation again, including crazy-diamante-huge-ass necklace and #armparty? I bet Gossip Girl must be sick of spotting me, if she's real and inhabiting somewhere.
Okay, I'm sure you guys must be guessing, 'This is really casual, I mean 'em jeans gurl. Where 'em coloured printed pants be missin'?' Chill, let me explain the aforementioned 'casual chic' issue. Yes, this time round, it's beyond my casual chic days. Wayyyyyy more casual (chic) than those times with a kick ass (why am I constantly using this phrase?) printed trousers. My reason/excuse? I don't own a pair of ripped denims. I swear. Never in my life have I acquired a pair of ripped denims (take note of the bold and italics). In actual fact, my mum banned me from owning them. Since she's one of those Feng Shui (google this if you're unsure) superstitious person, she believed that ripped ones are a form of inviting bad luck. Or that's what I could remember. And of course, being a rebel forever (wait, it kinda rhymes), I've decided to go against her crazy beliefs (lol sounds major, but it isn't) and purchase one, in order to emulate the manrepelling look.
And as for this tee, it was the only time I believed that fate actually existed. When I clicked on the 'New In' hover button on Topshop, the first thing there lies upon thy eyes. The t-shirt. The sudden urge to possess it (completely) transpired. This, me, now. My thoughts were somewhat peculiar, yet succinct. I knew I needed it no matter what. But the moment I realized that they weren't coming in stores (Singapore) soon (the thought was at least three to four months back), I fell into despair. I have lost all hope (insert dramatic sound effects here). But apparently - and miraculously - this tee appeared right before my eyes, in Topshop somewhere in late January. My reactions? To summarize it in four words: OMG, grab, counter, pay.
Now I can believe in destiny. Yay me.
Okay, I'm sure you guys must be guessing, 'This is really casual, I mean 'em jeans gurl. Where 'em coloured printed pants be missin'?' Chill, let me explain the aforementioned 'casual chic' issue. Yes, this time round, it's beyond my casual chic days. Wayyyyyy more casual (chic) than those times with a kick ass (why am I constantly using this phrase?) printed trousers. My reason/excuse? I don't own a pair of ripped denims. I swear. Never in my life have I acquired a pair of ripped denims (take note of the bold and italics). In actual fact, my mum banned me from owning them. Since she's one of those Feng Shui (google this if you're unsure) superstitious person, she believed that ripped ones are a form of inviting bad luck. Or that's what I could remember. And of course, being a rebel forever (wait, it kinda rhymes), I've decided to go against her crazy beliefs (lol sounds major, but it isn't) and purchase one, in order to emulate the manrepelling look.
And as for this tee, it was the only time I believed that fate actually existed. When I clicked on the 'New In' hover button on Topshop, the first thing there lies upon thy eyes. The t-shirt. The sudden urge to possess it (completely) transpired. This, me, now. My thoughts were somewhat peculiar, yet succinct. I knew I needed it no matter what. But the moment I realized that they weren't coming in stores (Singapore) soon (the thought was at least three to four months back), I fell into despair. I have lost all hope (insert dramatic sound effects here). But apparently - and miraculously - this tee appeared right before my eyes, in Topshop somewhere in late January. My reactions? To summarize it in four words: OMG, grab, counter, pay.
Now I can believe in destiny. Yay me.
Overwhelming blings. Pardon me if you need a pair of sunnies. And oh, I've got a haircut, and my fringe is back (not really since I actually push them all up again ._.)!
Zara (Kick - and Huge - Ass) Necklace, Topshop NYC tee, Zara Distressed Jeans (apparently I got the wrong ones, so I went back to do an exchange. And I immediately went to the washroom to change into it. #fashionistapains) and Hashtag Armparty.
Images done by Jolene.