We’re in the midst of New York Fashion Week as you’re reading this, and it can’t be more exciting to hear about all the new collections strutted down the runways. There’s a part of me that wished with all its might that I were there, back in New York and a part of the crowd, immersing in all the energy that’s revolving around anyone with a name in the fashion industry. But there’s also a part of me that knows this would probably never happen – because I won’t ever be a fashion blogger.
And the main reason for this is that I cannot, for the life of me, wear anything that goes beyond my mid-thighs paired with a sleeved top on a daily basis. Living in Singapore means you get scorching hot sun with cloudless blue skies one minute and a crazy downpour the next – and all of that in a day. I don’t sit in an office all day and be protected from these weather extremes. Neither do I have a car, nor take cabs often when I need to get to places. Instead, I wander out for work and chores like grocery shopping and what nots – and yes, I take the public transport (which means I sometimes need to run for that bus or bake under the sun while I wait for the lights to change). For someone like me who is hands-on in everything that I do, functionality in the way I dress is more important than anything else.
I guess that could be why I’m resigned to fate. I’m so much more of a beauty person than a fashion person. While I probably wouldn’t recognise a new limited edition clutch from Valentino, I can tell you about SCENT OF A DREAM from the Charlotte Tilbury X Kate Moss collab. I just can’t help it! A beauty counter filled with rows and rows of eyeshadow pans can make my heart flutter more than a shelf full of Chanel Jumbos ever could. I suppose the vain queen in me will never be able to hold off looking into the mirror for long.