Showing posts with label photo diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo diary. Show all posts

Saturday, June 29, 2013

formal!

 Dresses of every color and fabric grazing the ground, man-to-man bow tie readjustments, last minute lippy touch-ups by teary-eyed mothers, clinking champagne glasses, plenty of giggles, a confused medley of perfumes and colognes intertwining in the air and a luxuriously limitless line of (parent) photographers armed with DSLRs, each keen to capture their children bearing smiles that outshine the whirlwind of lightning-like camera flashes. I can now proudly speak from past experience when I say that those clicking cameras and mile-wide smiles simply do not cease until the wee hours of the long and lovely evening that is prom - or, as our school calls it, Grade 10 Formal! Here is the product of what was an incredible night filled with good food, excellent company, crazy dancing, and of course, beautiful dresses: A relatively comprehensive photo-diary, which took me ages to narrow down from a crazy excess of photographs!

Getting ready for Formal was stressful but definitely enjoyable. I got my mani-pedi done the evening before to avoid last-minute rushing and freaking out - a lovely pale pink on my fingernails to match my dress and nude on my toes (I was contemplating not painting my toenails because no one would see them anyway!). I ended up rushing like mad the night before formal though; getting shoes, earrings, rings and bracelets 24 hours in advance is not advisable. I bought a lovely gold bracelet from Lovisa which I especially liked - it was a thin, elastic bracelet adorned with abstract floral and organic motifs such as delicate gold leaves and dusty pink petals. I was far too sleepy at 10pm on a Wednesday night to be fussed with finding the perfect pair of shoes that no one would even see under my long dress anyway, so I picked up a comfortable nude pair from Mango which I will definitely get future use out of. 
 
The morning before Formal was a blur of facemasks and makeup (I did my makeup myself and was very proud of how natural it looked!) before heading off to Visage Salon at Delfi Orchard to get my hair done. Because I have naturally thin, limp and very straight/boring hair, I knew I couldn't leave it down and expect even the tightest of curls to stay put for the whole night. Ask any stage-mom or hair stylist that has dealt with my hair: no matter how much hairspray is used, curls do NOT stay in my hair. Before deciding on the exact hairstyle I wanted for this special night, I formed the following set of criteria: I wanted something mature, fuss-free, at least half-down (to avoid the bald egg-head look in photos taken from the front), something a little bit curly/more voluptuous than normal, and well suited to my dress. After speaking to my hairstylist Dominic, we agreed on a side braid pumped up with plenty of volume. To achieve that, all my hair was curled into tight ringlets and covered in hairspray to create volume and those curls were then braided loosely into a plait that fell over my shoulder, with plenty of curly tufts here and there. It was perfect and completely fuss-free!

 And now, the most important constituent of any girl's prom night: her dress! I was super late on the dress-hunt; many girls began posting pictures of their dresses in our girls-only Facebook group (created to ensure no dress clashes!) months ago, and my dress only arrived in the mail less than two weeks before the big day. Nevertheless, it was perfect and I loved it. It was BCBG Maxazria's Avi Pleated Gown in Talc, and the moment I saw it I fell in love with it. It was everything I wanted my formal dress to be: geometric, flattering, comfortable, and just the right balance of "girly" and "statement." I knew from the start I didn't want a dress that was all one tone/texture/color - I wanted some form of diversity WITHIN my dress, but I wasn't quite sure how that diversity should be achieved for such an event (I was skeptical about overdosing on too many colors, too). This dress fulfilled that criterion perfectly through the marriage of different fabrics and textures in a geometric explosion that comprises the body of the dress. With interlocking lace (both with and without underlayers), pleats and fabric segments, distinguished in subtle variations of the same "talc" color, an understated pattern is created on the upper half of the dress to accentuate the torso, nip in the waistline and fall elegantly and loosely on your hips. It wasn't overly girly and it wasn't a neon geometric statement free of femininity either - the muted hue served to soften the definition that such an architectural dress boasted. I love the fact that it wasn't strapless as well; while I initially thought going strapless would add a sexy, feminine edge to my outfit, my dress allowed me to dance the night away without once readjusting/pulling anything up, so I'm glad I didn't let a strapless dress create constant problems on what was a very special night. 
 
And the last aspect of my outfit - my bag! This gorgeous blush-toned scalloped portfolio clutch courtesy of Dorothy Perkins was the perfect match; it accentuated the pink tones in my dress and added a more glamorous splash of gold to my otherwise matte outfit. The scallops served to soften the straight lines and edges of the details of my dress while retaining the geometric flavor of my outfit. It was a tad on the larger side, but that worked to my advantage by making more of a statement and fitting all my essentials for the evening!

It's tradition to have Pre-Drinks (known as Pres) at someone's house with a bunch of friends before the event itself, where parents are also invited to sip champagne and take as many pictures of their kids as they want. My best friend Camilla invited a handful of us over to her place for Pres where most of the picture-taking took place. It was so nice to gather with some of the most wonderful people before one of the biggest nights of high school - I couldn't be more grateful for these guys. Note the parent-paparazzi picture above!

All in all, Formal was an absolutely amazing evening. Held at the Fullerton Hotel's Grand Ballroom, a spectacular venue, the evening went very smoothly (much to my relief: being on the Formal Organizing Committee was a LOT of work). There were two big projector screens on both sides of the ballroom where Eventstagram ran a live feed of every Instagram photo posted with a certain #hashtag, allowing everyone to enjoy each others' pictures and letting each of us have our five seconds of fame up on the big screens! A couple of talented student musicians in our grade got up on stage and performed, awards were given out, tons of bad dancing happened and a lot of food was eaten. Formal was also the perfect way for me to say goodbye to a lot of people, because as some of you know, I'm heading off to boarding school in the UK after the summer and won't be returning to my previous school, which has been like a second home to me for 10 years. Thanks to everyone who made Formal 2013 such a great night, and to all my beloved friends, teachers and peers who have shaped my 10 years at this school and made it infinitely fulfilling and worthwhile.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

fall 2012 - england | photo diary.

Here it is; the comprehensive photographic recollection of my marvelous week in Kent + London! For those of you who don't keep up with me on Twitter, I spent a week in early November soaking up the nippy weather, sunny skies (YES you read that correctly - there was magnificent weather!) and beautiful fall scenery of England. Although the purpose of the trip wasn't exactly for leisure (I spent the first half of the trip studying and sitting various exams, eek!), I ended up doing a lot of shopping, sightseeing and touristy photo-taking in England's stunning capital city. Following my rambles (which should end soon) is a photo-diary which will hopefully take you on a visual journey through my various experiences over the past week, including one or two repetitive outfits (Singapore Airlines' weight allowance unfortunately didn't accommodate my entire wardrobe so apologies for the lack of diversity in the apparel department!), tourist-y shots, and countless snaps of the crispy fall leaves/bare trees - I seriously can't help myself when it comes to fall, I have such a weakness for the burnt hues of the perishing foliage, the fragile, naked branches and the fresh-red-cheeks weather that goes along with it. It's such a beautiful representation of nature's most intricate cycle; the dying, falling, absence and subsequent regrowth of leaves, and the leisurely decline in temperature followed by the eagerness of warm sun, gently nudging the snow out until next year. Judging by the snowstorms that have hit my cousins in Connecticut, my description was probably a little (or a lot) romanticized, but when you live in a tropical city without the luxuries of dynamic weather, all you've got is your imagination to fuel you (e.g. turning my air-con down to 10˚C on Christmas Eve in order to bundle up in several woolly articles of clothing and pretend I'm in Europe). Enjoy!

Friday, November 2, 2012

burma | photo diary by sid.

 If there's one thing I love alongside my obvious obsessions with fashion and writing, it's definitely traveling. Seeing new places and breathing new air energizes me in a way I can't even describe. During my fifteen short years of life, I've been lucky enough to experience both coasts of the United States, ski down snow-carpeted mountains in Japan, bike alongside the tree-lined Lake Geneva, lounge on the golden beaches of Thailand, hike through untouched valleys in the Himalayas, dance in some of the best studios in London and drive a campervan across New Zealand's South Island. My parents share the belief that money is best spent on experiences as opposed to material things, as experiences can never be taken away from you and foster memories that'll last you a lifetime. While "experiences over material things" might not be the greatest thing for a clothing-obsessed girl to deal with, it's actually something I completely agree with. All the times I have been abroad have marked some of the happiest periods of my existence, for there's really nothing more refreshing than to break away from the daily routine you're trapped in and trust that your subsequent ventures will challenge your mind, sharpen your perspective and open your heart.

All these brilliant photographs were taken by my talented friend Sid during his recent trip to Burma. I've never been to the less-developed parts of Asia such as Burma, Cambodia and Vietnam, but my lack of experience in those places only fuels my thirst to visit them; to witness a medley of new cultures, taste their weird and wonderful delicacies, meet the faces and the souls that shape the country and hear the authentic beat of a new nation. In fact, looking at these photographic masterpieces brings my mind to a good place; I feel myself piecing together fragments of inspiration and forming a moodboard in my mind!
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What do you think of these pictures? Have you ever been to Burma?

Friday, March 23, 2012

guest post: harajuku girls!


Back in December, I hosted an all-out glitter extravaganza for my fifteenth birthday, where a number of my girlfriends (including yours truly, Veena McCoole) attended. Ask anyone who loves me; I get very anal with party planning. I wanted one more costume party before my sweet SIXteenth. It was held in my house on the third floor; where I had set up makeshift-photo booths, a candy buffet, lanterns, candles and these weird star spangled tentacles that I had draped on the whirring, overhead fans.

The thing I was most worried about was what my friends were going to wear. It’s hard to explain Harajuku- this wonderful, unique style of Lolita Renaissance mixed with Goth punk, as well as drops of Bubblegum Powaah. Thankfully, my friends did not fail to satisfy my dress code. They arrived in the best Harajuku outfits they could achieve with limited knowledge. The variety in style was huge – reminiscent of St. Trinians and anime characters to candy dolls and bling-ed out divas.

One can imagine what it must have felt like, a total girl-bonanza of candles and candy couture packed onto one balcony.  The term I used to describe my birthday as a ‘glitter-fest’ came true in the end when on that night, a Lunar Eclipse appeared. We spotted it first from the balcony, and all this estrogen overtook us and we ran downstairs with a massive bucket of glitter, shrieking and laughing.

It was such a memorable and unique experience. I remember at that time thinking really hard to myself – you’re never going to have another memory like this, and I felt so at peace with myself, which is a very blessed thing to feel when you’re a teenager and you can’t get enough of those confusing, conflicting feelings. To all Seven Inch Stilettos readers in search of a little magic, I speak from experience when I say that there's no better way to do it than to throw a Harajuku party with the girls closest to your heart. ∆
-Written by Camilla Siazon ; Official Best Friend.

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