Well didn't meant for this to be so serious and critical, I guess the sudden guest appearance of a dark cloud outside my window is the one to blame.
So, what I wanna talk about, is actually my jolly visit to Hyde Park and the lovely little vintage boutique not far from there.
It's not spring yet, but girls are already having picnics in the park. A cozy knitted blanket and a basket of homemade cupcakes did the trick. I had so much fun taking these pictures, putting myself in the shoes of a paparazzi and lying down as an on-guard leopard. I guess the difference between a pro and a part-time paparazzi is that the former pretends to be shooting at a bush of flowers while actually ambushing a target, while the latter tries to shoot at a bush of flowers while accidentally records a scene.
Trees, trees, hundreds of them line up a wishful path... Will they green up by the belated soothing spring breeze?
Now, please allow me to finally talk about the vintage shop....
Haven't vintage shops gone creative these days? While having a massive collection of vintage clothes and costumes, the shop has got a corner for creative vintage clothes, where I found trench coat turned dress, dress turned bag, and rabbit turned hat. Well I confess, the last one I've just made it up. But wouldn't it be adorable if they do? ^^
Three not-so-good, no-one-will-really-miss shirts surely make a dress as interesting and inspirational as collars and sleeves could ever be. Is is pretty or is it a joke? The answer is indeed the definition of fashion. If you like it you like it, you hate it you hate it, you don't give a **** then you walk away and forget about it. The most important element is not the dress, not even how you look, but how you think and feel. It is you, you as a whole, and you alone.
I kinda grow to like the pink/ dark grey one, it gives off a sense of being hugged by a caring boyfriend from all the directions... Or we could also interpret the story as a naughty playful girl placing a practical joke on his bf's favorite shirts, making sure he gets the message: "You've got arms to hold me and hold me only. You'd better do so or else I'd be sad and lonely". Or the story could even go as creepy as a girl with a habit of tearing off his bf's shirts after break-ups, and collects them as reminders to herself, how a girl grows with little pieces of her past, or in this case, little pieces of exs' shirts... Haha, I could make a whole list of my wild imaginations provoked by this shirt, but I guess the most likely plain old boring truth might just be some vintage shop keeper having some experimental fun with a ten minute stitch job done. Nah, not so juicy and film-script-writing-worthy all of a sudden... ...
Then of course besides costumes and furnitures, what's a vintage shop without twinkle twinkle little jewelries? I wonder who they've been with, how many mileage they've traveled, what kind of moments they've witnessed, or what unsaid messages the givers tried to tell the receivers... ...
My favorite in the shop: a pink armless chair looking as delicious as a lovely puffy cupcake, and a "while little tea set" so mini that they could make a good set of eggcups for quails.
Since this entry has been so girly already, I might as well share some quotes from Marilyn Monroe that I've read about the other day:
"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."
Before, I thought she's only talking to girls, but now I've convinced myself that she's also talking about the sleeve-collar shirt :P
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
It is yet another statement from Monroe, which I think is true about every girl, or should I say, there's a little piece of her in every one of us? The difference is the percentage. How many percent of Monroe are you made of?
jacket & skirt: River Island
jumper: Calvin Klein
heels: Rocket Dog