an amalgam of tawny chartreuse, bordeaux red, faded kiwi green and a beguiling dark emerald tote with gold flecks on the lettering. colour and texture speaks most to me these days.

i'm outside my favourite store in Singapore - SUPERMAMA. everything about SUPERMAMA is so lovingly curated - from its subtle fresh grass scent, to the inconspicuous animal figurines leading the explorer up the stairs to a domain of light, plants and a quiet, joyful beauty, to white-painted doors repositioned as tables; everything within the store sits patiently in their individual corners, awaiting discovery.

i'm very glad SUPERMAMA came about, because prior to their arrival, Singapore was kinda lacking in such a space. there are some other stores i could think of that have similar philosophies, but none that specialises in the gamut of objects SUPERMAMA stocks - stationary made of aged brass, papery bags with the cutest mushroom prints, lamps of stitched golden leather and the most beautifully crafted homeware that makes me insane with the desire to have a space of my own some day just simply so that i can finally take some of these pieces home with me.

*

the floppy bucket hat is from A.P.C. a few seasons ago and i got it at a heavily slashed price. i could never afford it otherwise - or think it to be worth the original, bloated price. but ever since it arrived in the store, i'd eye it up every day and plonk it on, imagining the day i'd liberate it from the cold, insouciant stand it rested on.

it's the closest i could get to one of my favourite collections from Burberry Prorsum - the spring 2009 season.

Burberry Prorsum Spring/Summer 2009

everything is right up my alley. the fabrics that look so delicately diaphanous and crinkled - how utterly inviting for a lover to run his fingers along the garment's imperfect irregularities - which perhaps mirrors that of the individual clothed in it? perhaps only a lover could notice, for he has slowly been granted the desired proximity.

clothing is a form of armour to me. perhaps the reason why i adore hats so much is the slight sense of completion they grant to me. i like the idea of having my eyes partially obscured. for others, like Ms.Wintour, the device they turn to would be sunglasses - "At this point they've become...really, armor." 

it took me a very long time to come from having my shirts all fully buttoned up right up the uppermost button to relaxing and actually leaving one undone - occasionally. i didn't feel complete, nearly vulnerable when a sliver of flesh could peek through. most of the time, being buttoned all the way up is part of a look but it also says stiff, stifling, behind imprisoning glass doors. 

so.. i don't really know where i'm going with this, but what i'm quite clear on is that i'd like to move in the direction of thisisnaive's Tommy. her grasp on the small and beautiful things in life - be it food, architecture, fabrics, furniture, lighting - tells you that beauty doesn't have to be glaringly obvious in order for it to exist. i feel the same, only as time shifts, i find the same philosophy slowly growing on me with regards to my manner and take on dressing. this is something i think that has always eluded fashion - it resides in the nuances and idiosyncrasies of an individual's style.