Style Hawkers

looming over us all

2011-08-29T07:15:00.000-07:00

So, summer is almost over.
As a rule, I kind of hate summer as a season. Tanning? What is this tanning you speak of? I just freckle.
Throughout my life, summer's one redeeming feature has been summer holidays.

^
I wrote that the day before the summer holidays ended and never finished the post because I was busy preparing for school- by which I mean lazing around the house the whole day conveniently forgetting to pack a pencil case, sort out my uniform or consider the ramifications of going to school with green hair (I was made to dye it back anyway; if you follow my tumblr you knew that. But you probably don't follow my tumblr.).

Just to elaborate on one point, the inability to tan thing is completely true, not an exaggeration at all. I was in this netball tournament and I was like, okay, I'll get tanned shoulders and arms from being in the sun all the time! Awesome! Alas, my shoulders are still (hideously, according to my mother, who frequently laments the fact that I don't have pristine, porcelain skin anymore) mottled and freckled from those two days playing netball.
It's a tan of sorts, I guess.

Anyway, this post has nothing to do with fashion!
I just felt like I was abandoning the blog and should probably post. Currently, I'm exhausted. I swear my body was not made to wake up at 6am every day (though it's more like 7 when I finally drag myself out of my room).

photo to illustrate my dark circles and general air of tiredness

what do work permits have to do with dyeing my hair?

2011-08-15T21:51:00.000-07:00

this accurately shows the colour of my hair

It sucks, right? It's morphed into a vaguely greenish brown reminiscent of dying moss and my parents won't let me dye it until they have their work permit sorted out (where is the logic there?) which is in September. I have to go to school with this hair. I feel like those last three sentences should have a whitegirlproblems tag.

this photo looks completely different to all the others, I know. It's all awesome and blue.

I'm not actually sad in these photos, that's just my face. My mum frequently grabs my cheeks and says, "Hannah, you have a crying face! Your lips turn down!". I also should explain that my (insert the name of that bit between the lip and the nose) is too short for my face, or something - as determined by my dentist- and so my natural, completely relaxed facial expression is kind of pouty. But that's irrelevant, right, because you guys want to know all about my achingly trendy shirt as skirt thing!

I have no idea how all those other people did it, I just kind of slipped into the shirt and knotted it around my waist; it looks completely different to all the other pictures of shirt-as-skirt outfits I've seen but that's okay because my top is awesome. I got it for something like 50 kuai at a tiny little shop and it's incredibly warm and soft (I know it's summer but it was raining the day I took these photos) so in winter I don't even need to wear a coat with it (provided it isn't snowing, raining, sleeting, hailing or incredibly windy). I honestly don't know why it took me so long to include it in an outfit post.

gifts from Taiwan

I wore those two hairbands at once because...well, they didn't cover enough of my head alone. That's really all I have to say about that.

Outfit details:
- top from tiny shop with no name
- pink Tommy Hilfiger shirt
- scarf was a present from a stall in Wangjing Hualien
- hair bands were presents from Taiwan
- shoes from TK Maxx

also, I found two awesome DIYs to attempt sometime in the future- cosmic shoes and pikachu nails

Hannah

I dance, again

2011-08-09T09:28:00.000-07:00

I don't like this outfit that much, to be honest. It seemed like a good idea but isn't it a bit boring? Or is it interesting? Or is it only interesting because of the colour of the dress? I just don't know. Too many questions for my exhausted mind. Seriously, ALGEBRAIC FRACTIONS ARE KILLING ME. I keep working each one out on paper, very methodically- I even check the answers!- yet as soon as I click "Mark it", mymaths.co.uk is like, "Screw you, Hannah, it's all wrong. ALL WRONG."

And then I die inside and write bad, super angsty poetry about parental pressure and schools.

off to go lease a new car. not me, my parents.

remember last time I danced? of course you don't.

add caption. I have nothing to write.

this looks posed, but it wasn't. I swear.

headscarf dislodged slightly

my brother! also known as, the one responsible for the two pictures of me dancing that are now loose on the internet

uh. shoes? I feel the need to caption everything if I caption one otherwise it looks weird.

-hot pink New Look dress (I know. They've changed since whenever this dress was bought.)
-random floral unknown brand shirt, knotted
-sheer black bow print tights from River Island
-shoes from shoes0.taobao.com (linked so you can go peruse the awesomeness)
-ribbons, purple one is a strip from a cloak that my brother wore for Roman day at school, the orange one is from a school trip- they tied it on our wrists.
-Scarf from mother's scarf box.

Hannah

they didn't photoshop me (this time)

2011-08-05T01:13:00.000-07:00

I think. I mean, it was never confirmed, but I know what my own legs look like and they do not look like that.

Roberto Cavalli top, hole-y scarf from market in Shanghai, black skirt from ballet classes when I was 11, socks borrowed from my brother, shoes from shoes0, Monsoon bag, random ribbons tied onto shoes.

Straight after this, another woman came up and asked to take my photo for a magazine but because I'm a complete idiot I forgot to ask for the name of it. Therefore, as I'm evidently a sane and rational person, I set aside some money to buy a few Chinese magazines next week so I can pore over every page obsessively looking for a streetstyle feature. Seriously though, it still blows my mind that anyone would think I was cool enough to warrant a picture. I mean, look at me. I look like a goth garden gnome.

Hannah

this is vaguely related to the other post

2011-08-02T22:28:00.000-07:00

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/on-the-un-democracy-of-fashion-blogging/

is really good.
It's basically what I was trying to say about fashion blogging, only much, much more eloquently.

strawberry dreams and custard creams

2011-08-01T08:06:00.000-07:00

(titles usually have little, if any, relation to posts. this title is just something I pulled out of the air. Or the biscuit tin. HAHA. bad joke.)
This is an inspiration post mainly comprised of photos from The Ardorous (I think they're all Petra Collins' work but I'm hesitant to make any assumptions because I tend to credit things wrongly) that I happened upon when looking for room decoration inspiration. Oh, that will make no sense without any context- I recently moved to another room in my family's house; it's smaller but with awesome high ceilings and a much more cozy feel. It's also kind of bland right now. That will soon be remedied, as long as I don't succumb to another bout of laziness and indifference which I am very prone to do. Take my old room- two years ago I asked my mother if I could paint the walls. They still haven't been painted.

Anyway, the photos! You know how you get certain feelings from photos? These make me think of the very end of summer, old friends and being in a new city for the first time- a weird, nostalgic kind of sadness. Things lost, I guess, time slipping through your fingers and that first feeling of wonder that can never be replicated.
I feel super pretentious right now but that's okay. To continue with the theme of talking annoyingly about photos when you really just want to stare at them for a while, I'm captioning all of them. ALL OF THEM.

this reminds me of going to stay with a relative and looking out the window for the first time at the city, the windowsill cluttered with things that aren't yours. I always feel kind of out of place, like my presence is jarring.

end of summertime

old friends

new cities

memories of when it was sunny and everyone was lazing about

Now I'm going to have a look at teenagebedroom, because it is a really cool tumblr so anyone who hasn't checked it out definitely should!

Hannah

an imaginative title escapes me

2011-07-31T08:52:00.000-07:00

Okay, I wrote a huge essay-long post on fashion bloggers and popularity and things but I realised I kept contradicting myself and when I went back and re-read it I felt like during the time I was writing it I had completely changed my mind.

Am I making sense? I feel like I'm not even writing in English. Nothing makes sense when I re-read it anymore.

Okay, this is just a quick summary of the thoughts that led me to write that really long post that I've since deleted.

Thoughts about sites like Lookbook, Chictopia, etc

Why is it that you only ever see conventionally attractive people on, say, the most hyped page of Lookbook.nu? Does not fitting society's standards of beauty mean you can't have great personal style?
Which then made me think, do people judge personal style photos based on physical attractiveness?
Is that fair?

Thoughts about general things

Have popular fashion bloggers ceased to be relatable because of their access to expensive clothes? (This is not an attack or anything- I mean, if my favourite designer sent me some clothes, there is no way in hell I would refuse them).

And there were more but I'm really tired and I just want to stare at cdg dresses and lolita shoes for a little while, then maybe take a bubble bath.

Hannah

P.S I just looked at the homepage of Chictopia and Lookbook.nu to see if they had disproved my statements (I always make grand, sweeping statements then go and find that they've been disproved) and nope, it's all -seriously, ALL- thin, conventionally attractive, (mostly) white people. I'm not trying to say that their outfits have no merit but seriously, does nobody see the pattern?

ways to dress interestingly

2011-07-31T08:23:00.000-07:00

I'm stuck in a clothing rut.
For the past few days, I've been wearing stretchy exercise trousers and (admittedly pretty cool) Uniqlo t-shirts.
IT HAS TO STOP. I hereby order myself to take an outfit photo every day for a week and then put them all on the blog in one monster post. Feel free to scream at me if I don't.
Also, I'll post proper pictures of my new dresses (photos of which can be seen on my tumblr) and musings on fashion bloggers. And maybe my article about rape that was rejected by my school magazine, as was my article about abortion.
I've got a good feeling about this, guys.

Hannah

and maybe it was the nicotine racing through my bloodstream but I felt light

2011-07-25T02:21:00.000-07:00

I went grocery shopping with my mum and brother today, and made the mistake of letting him use my camera because he was bored.
What follows is a series of highly disturbing 'paparazzi' pictures.

I was momentarily heartbroken when I couldn't find any bacon.

The woman in the blue skirt is my mother, guys.

I realise how odd this looks.

I guess on some level it kind of works as an outfit post? But not really.
-Top from Uniqlo collaborating with Theatre Products
-Skirt from American Apparel
-Tights from River Island
-Shoes from this place

On another note, due to a recent influx of money, I bought two awesome dresses which will soon be photographed. Also, I'm supposed to post something to the Fashion Click every two months so let's just pretend this is an outfit post and keep quiet.

Hannah

new leaves and things

2011-07-24T03:03:00.000-07:00

This blog is turning over a new leaf! Yes, I haven't informed Naomi of this but it was a spur of the moment decision and I have decided that from now on, I'll update at least once a week. Because it got kind of sad watching Style Hawkers gather dust while my tumblr was updated every day.

Okay, the second I wrote that it started raining; I'm thinking that's a good sign. I don't actually have any outfit posts or words of wisdom to impart, so I'll just end the post with a vaguely narcissistic webcam picture of myself in McDonalds. I think I mentioned that I dyed my hair.

diced mangoes, come to me. i love you even though you make my mouth swell up

2011-06-30T05:00:00.000-07:00

For a while, I've been obsessively listening to spoken word poetry and this is one of my favourites; it's really beautiful.
And well, this wouldn't be a real post unless it contained some narcissism on my part so here goes:
I wrote a spoken word poem. And then I filmed myself 'performing' (believe me, quotation marks are needed) it. In my bedroom.
I would post it, for your undoubtedly eager eyes, but both Blogger and Tumblr hate me and won't let me post videos. I once waited two hours for a video to upload to Tumblr, then as soon as it reached 100%, the page reset itself.

Shake the dust,

Hannah

because he's jeff, and there's no known cure

2011-06-30T04:36:00.000-07:00

Sitting on my sofa watching Coupling and slacking off, as usual. I like multitasking, especially when doing homework. That way, I don't fall asleep.
Anyway!
I've realised that, failed blogger that I am, I hadn't posted some outfit photos I took a while back with one of my new collars. Lately, these blog posts have been terrible and today will be no exception because I'M TIRED. I fell asleep on the sofa despite the promise of a giant bag of freshly cut mangoes. That's how tired I am.

Some soup I made. It tasted better than it looked, though evidently that wasn't hard.

mirror shot!

And with that, I'll say goodbye.

Enjoy my dancing!

Hannah

I know that this is supposed to be a fashion blog

2011-06-22T05:12:00.000-07:00

But I have a life beyond fashion too!

And it is awesome, as evidenced by these photos.

A few posts ago, I talked about the World Scholar's Cup and on Friday, my team went to the Global round!

Since my school is pretty small, we only entered two teams into the tournament. The other team didn't place in anything but my team (in a miracle of biblical proportions) managed to.

Team results:

-7th place Scholar's Bowl

-13th place overall Junior team

My individual results:

-10th place debate

-9th place Scholar's Challenge

-7th place overall Junior individual

Out of 300+ people, I think that's pretty good!

And now my head hurts, so no more writing. Just enjoy the stunning photographic skills of Oscar, Erin and I.

This is Oscar. He was in the other team. He fell asleep during one of the speeches and no amount of slapping would wake him.

The room where the Junior division did Persuasive Writing!

Our hostel room.

Mawar Hostels

'The Expression of a Water Drop'

mwah.

CATS.

MORE CATS.

Bye now.

I'm such a failed blogger.

Hannah

we ended up watching Kung Fu Panda 2 and eating way too much sushi

2011-06-15T07:31:00.000-07:00

So, the promised dress shopping post.

We didn't buy any dresses. Erin did buy two tops, but I didn't get pictures and by then I was in a food-induced dreamlike state so they wouldn't have been good pictures anyway. Instead, I'd like to introduce my Scholar's Cup teammates/fellow sufferers and provide all of this blog's dedicated readers with an insight into the day of a typical teenage girl.Well. Forget that last part.

Eat me. EAT ME.

These photos came out in a really weird order, and I don't possess the technical skill to rearrange them so I'll just talk about them as they come. This is an egg. A really tiny egg. It's raw. I thought it was adorable, Erin thought it was creepy. And yes, we smashed it onto the plate and mixed it with soy sauce and wasabi to create a disgusting puddle of murky liquid. We're teenagers! Rebels.

This sculpture was actually quite terrifying up close. Yang and Erin! Yang is a maths and science genius.

This is Erin, I've known her since Year 7, and no, I had no idea of her deep and abiding love for Johnny Depp. She stayed like this for quite a while, just savouring the feel of his cardboard arms cutting into her.

Nurenjie was surprisingly good, it had lots of shops and some really interesting clothes but I'm super picky when shopping and that, combined with the fact that I'm perenially broke, makes me very hard to shop with.

I need to pack for Scholar's Cup; we leave tomorrow!

Hannah

I LOVE SUNSHINE!

2011-06-12T03:37:00.001-07:00

Hi guys! This is basically just a filler post with a bad webcam photo to let you all know that I still exist and am in fact going to put up a real outfit post soon...involving pink wigs and whatnot.

This is a special message to Hannah and all those other inexplicable good weather/beach haters:

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE ~ i have no idea who did this song originally. AH JIMMIE DAVIS, 1940.
GOOD DAY SUNSHINE ~ beatles
SUNNY AFTERNOON - the kinks
HERE COMES THE SUN - beatles
AINT NO SUNSHINE - bill withers
HOLIDAYS IN THE SUN - sex pistols
ILL FOLLOW THE SUN - beatles
HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN - the animals
SUN KING - beatles
SUNSHINE OF YOUR LOVE - cream
TURN UP THE SUN - oasis
WATERLOO SUNSET - the kinks
WHO LOVES THE SUN - the velvet underground
YOU ARE THE SUNSHINE OF MY LIFE - stevie wonder

okay. PHEW. ive exhausted my meager 'sun' song knowledge. comment if i've missed any out! The beatles are sunny fellas.

Naomi

Hi!!!

2011-06-12T01:17:00.000-07:00

Yes, the rumors are true, I am in Taiwan and blogger is unblocked. But I'm on the iPad so no pictures! Also we have one less follower, someone deleted us, gonna go cry now. Hey Hannah if you look on the email there is a failed post I tried to email post entitled I love sunshine so go post it!
Anyway yeah. My tumblr doesnt exist anymore, don't click on the link.
Pictures coming soon! Hopefully!
Naomi

doodle

2011-06-11T06:08:00.000-07:00

I'm thinking of using this as the header for the blog?

Hannah

P.S Going dress shopping tomorrow for the Scholar's Ball, expect pictures
P.P.S Naomi's in Taiwan and I therefore expect her to post! Gnomes if you're reading this, check your Renren and also I will kill you if you don't post.

things I've been doing while not posting- aka, a study in narcissism

2011-06-08T05:40:00.000-07:00

I cut my hair!

I made a poster!

Slut power! (I don't normally use this many exclamation marks)

I wore a really old wig!

I picked cherries! And pretended they were my eyes!

I studied! And studied! And debated!

I read!

I received zines and flyers from GrrrlVIRUS!

My last post was really badly written. My excuse is that I got three hours of sleep last night (cramps. such is life.) and was then subjected to a day of 'revision' and exams. So please know that my quality of writing is not that bad, or at least not as bad as it seems.
Also, go to my tumblr. I update it way more often because it's unblocked in China. You know this blog has received a grand total of SIX views since the start of 2011. No, really. SIX.

Hannah

I finally used my mini hat in an outfit.

2011-06-08T05:21:00.000-07:00

Granted, it's not on my head. I kind of like it like this though.
These photos are actually from like, a week ago and I started this post then promptly forgot all about it (Blame the hassle of the proxy).
Before this outfit, I'd felt stuck in a rut of boring clothes and uninspiring-ness and it was slowly killing me so on the day I took these photos, I took drastic measures. I started off with my mother's polka dot skirt then just put other things on top till it looked vaguely odd. Oh, and then I had the idea to clip my favourite bow and my mini hat onto it. Intellectually stimulating, as always.

And I have cherry trees in my garden! I spent like, two hours up on a ladder picking them and screaming intermittently because of bugs. I scream really easily (this one time, I was standing in the music room with one of my friends and this girl opened the door. I screamed.).

Wudaokou rose pattern dress, skirt I borrowed from Naomi on the HK trip and forgot to give back, my mother's La Chappelle polka dot skirt, Artbox bow, market stall mini hat, Danish clogs, H&M sunglasses

NOTE: These glasses have since broken. Never take anything nice to a netball tournament, guys. You'll just walk back to the tent after a game to find some sexist prick wearing your giant floppy hat and spilling coke on it, and a rugby player wearing your glasses.

Hannah

I hate sunshine.

2011-05-28T03:58:00.000-07:00

A photo taken by someone else for once!

H&M lace shirt, Giordano yellowish greenish tank top, Taobao collar, H&M skirt, leggings, Steve Madden shoes

collar on collar. *rebel*

To be honest, this collar was a bit of a nuisance. Every time a gust of wind blew past (which was often-this is Beijing we're talking about) it flew straight up into my face, making it look like I had.. I don't know, yellow triangles growing from my cheeks.
But that won't stop me from wearing it, of course. When has practicality ever really been considered in my outfits? And that's mainly why I hate sunshine; it turns my outfits into pretty, flexible...sweatboxes that I claw at incessantly throughout the day. It's not a pretty sight. Plus, I get incredibly stressed out if the temperature gets past a certain point. Think me, twitching and moaning periodically, punctuated with the occasional shriek.

Shhh. I'm so lame.

As I said in a previous post, the V sign has become my default photo pose and it scares me because I started doing it to make fun of people who used the V sign as their default photo pose! *world crumbles to dust*

And in case you're wondering about the weird angle of the above photo, I'm not that short. I was kneeling down trying to take a photo of Daniel when he grabbed the camera from my (very, very small) hands and told me to pose. Also, the sun was in my eyes, which is why I look like I'm in pain.

I have another outfit post coming up, I'm writing this a few days after these photos were taken.

Hannah

flashbacks to kaohsiung

2011-05-22T09:36:00.000-07:00

Most of you probably know that this is a mahjong piece. I got it for 10 kuai at FengGuo Box (which, incidentally is a very cool shop. Go there!) and at first I wasn't sure why I bought it. There were other rings to choose from, there was even a Mario-style mushroom necklace. Something about the mahjong rings just made me want to buy them. I picked one at random and went to pay, and as I slipped it on my finger I felt slightly homesick.
In essence, I bought it because I like rings, I own barely any jewellery and my grandma plays mahjong with her neighbourhood friends in Taiwan and I occasionally miss Taiwan.
Yay. Now you know my fascinating justifications for buying things.

sorry for being a terrible blog neglecter

2011-05-15T09:00:00.000-07:00

I got caught up in the shiny new world of tumblr and voguemate and forgot all about this poor little blog.
To ease your evidently unbearable pain, I'm doing one of those 'people who have really great style that I stalk so I'm going to post about them' posts combined with all my favourite places to shop/window shop.

Gu Ra (the two halves link to two different places)

Go to her shop. Revel in the glory of the bows. And the dismembered Barbie heads.

Hannah

posters and flyers and stickers on lockers

2011-04-28T08:51:00.000-07:00

This isn't my favourite outfit ever but it was really just an excuse to take more photos of my shoes because I love them dearly, even though they're PVC and I have no idea how to rub off the scuff marks. Every person recommends acetone but.. wouldn't that damage the PVC plastic-ness?

The thing with these shoes is, now that I have them I want more. I want giant platform heels, lolita shoes, rocking horse shoes, those Pierre Hardy for GAP ones, creepers, custom made leopard print horsehair shoes, bubble flip flops, TUK heels and... I have a feeling I sound like a typical ungrateful teenager person.

It's just that, compared to these shoes, the rest of my (admittedly meagre) shoe collection fades into the background. It feels inadequate and unformed. And Scorpio, for the second time, why didn't you carry women's creepers?! Desperately trying to get a men's size seven to fit me broke my heart.

I took this photo a few days ago, and the change in weather is astounding. I go from sweating in the sun to shivering in the rain in a day. And Beijing never rains! Isn't it supposed to be a desert?

And just while we're on that topic, I love rain. I love it so much. It's refreshing and beautiful and even though it's probably extraordinarily polluted I still go outside every time it rains and run around like a little kid seeing their first snow. That was the main reason I liked living in Singapore (apart from my apartment's proximity to a Japanese supermarket and a Japanese bookstore (KINOKUNIYA I MISS YOU), the amazing food and the abundance of ice cream shops.). Oh. Parentheses inside parentheses.

I have to concentrate very hard on walking down the stairs.

Ribbons!

the socks I'm wearing here are my favourite socks. I have them in like, five different colour combinations and I wore them to PE class a few times before stopping for fear of our terrifying PE teacher screaming at me for not wearing white socks. My school has this weird obsession with wearing the right colour socks.

genuine hello kitty stuff is insanely expensive but I love it anyway

It's almost midnight and I have sports day *woe betide me* tomorrow so..

Goodnight,

Hannah

In fifteen days, my feet will dance too.

2011-04-20T01:50:00.000-07:00

In response to Hannah's post about getting those giant chunky shoes from taobao, I'm telling you all that I too have ordered gigantic chunky shoes from taobao! Observe:

That's right, I, Naomi Stylehawker, have succumbed to the creeper. Checkered, no less.
Fifteen days, mark my words.

planes , trains , automobiles

2011-04-19T02:53:00.000-07:00

Handbag from Paris with lurrrveee.

the latest Vogue, and also a cool magnifying class I found in an antique shop. It was underneath this wooden fish that you could open up, and when I tried to open it up, the shop lady snatched it from me and said I wasn't allowed to look inside...I later discovered this was because it was, in fact...a porn fish. Now you know they exist, if you didn't already.

Trying to hold out the giant pearl earring for all to see.

Giant baubles earring! The other one broke down and died.

me looking not unusually apprehensive.

Close up of chain necklace.

Close up of embroidered shoes.

Hello! This is my second post in less than a week, that's gotta be a world record for me.
Outfit:
-Plaid strapless dress (which I've worn before), thrifted
-blue button shirt (the picture of me in the corner, it's all shadowy anyway), zoo market
-black racerback tank, yashow
-embroidered handbag, a present from a french person, paris
-giant red head adornment, random malaysian stall
-embroidered shoes, random chinese embroidery shop
-earring from H&M
-gold chain necklace from Robinsons

The pink and white costume jewelry was from one of my mom's friends who always gives me really awesome stuff like pins and jewelry and books on genetic engineering and...stuff.
I paid out of my own small pocket for the Vogue! I actually got it on the way out of the Beijing airport for a ridiculous amount of money, but it was worth it. Rihanna = style goddess.

Some epic DVDs, like the original True Grit (John Wayne! Woo!) and the Graduate in HD. I almost bought Blu-Ray special edition Back To The Future and also the entire collection of Alfred Hitchcock Presents...you know, the TV things he did? But alas, I had like, one kuai to spare.
I'm gonna go and look on taobao and steal the shoes Hannah wants!

Naomi

if i die and go to hell real soon, it will appear to me as this room

2011-04-18T09:04:00.000-07:00

My shoes arrived! Remember?
I should review them. That's what bloggers do. Right.
Literally the day after they dispatched them, they arrived and they were well packaged, with that awful squeaky polystyrene sheet material surrounding them. Oh, I'm boring myself. If anyone wants to know more about all that, just email the blog, though I doubt anyone will seeing as...well, why would they? I don't even care, let alone our (apart from Jana! You're awesome! Isn't it sad that I can actually name all our readers?) non-existent readership.
Picture time.

I was wearing this, and my pajamas. Be thankful I didn't take a quick mirror shot of my outfit.

I've since attached two ribbons (orange and purple- the purple one is, um, homemade. As in I cut a strip of purple fabric from some random sheath of the stuff in my closet) to the laces at the top and I may do more but I don't want to try anything permanent in case I wreck them. And since they're stuck together with glue and my wild and fevered hopes, I'm going to treat them with caution.

Adios! (HA.)

Hannah

P.S I like Say Anything. I hope the rest of their discography is funny and catchy and compulsively listenable (I have a feeling listenable isn't a word. Then again, Blogger doesn't think Blogger or blog are words either.).

P.P.S These shoes were paid for, albeit reluctantly, by my mother. She promised me a present if I had good exam results (I BEAT MY RIVAL. TWO YEARS RUNNING. YES.) so.. this is to thank her and acknowledge that she bought them for me and to say that she is awesome and surprisingly tolerant of my fashion taste. Apart from the occasional "Oh god, what are you wearing? You're not going out in that are you?" Cue sighs and 'aii ya's.

all these mainstream teen emotions that i still can't place, none of us are busy so why don't we go back to your place?

2011-04-16T02:39:00.000-07:00

spastic facial expression.

it is very, very, hard to pull off such glasses.

hannah's birthday present to meeeee...

close up of the skirt i'm wearing! note: BOWSSSSSS.

hello. this is naomi here. i have not posted in...a long time...but it's okay because i'm here now! and i will try to post more, i know you're all salivating after my prose.
*cough*
anyway, this is an outfit from a couple of weeks ago that i am finally posting now. and i just came back from huangshan (literally translated as yellow mountain) which is ... a mountain. yes. anyway.
i don't really have anything to say, sorry. i can't ramble on for ages and ages, hannah-style. but here, for your general enjoyment, is a...okay. yeah. i'm dry.
a picture is worth a thousand words, don't bother reading this.

naomi

PS
ALMOST FORGOT. outfit details.
-glasses, gift from a friend
-white sweater, Cotton On
-black tank top, Old Navy
-blue skirt, Yashow
-high heeled clogs, Nine West.

ADIOS!

is there anyone in the entire world that reads this blog that is doing the scholar's cup?

2011-04-13T12:32:00.000-07:00

See my green eyelashes? It doesn't show up particularly well in this light.

So, I know posting has been sporadic. Naomi's stuck in some remote Chinese village so she has an excuse, for a change, and I've been...studying. And playing Sims 2 until the wee hours of the morning, but that's not important. We're sorry! And here is one of my outfits from aeons ago, to make up for it.

They were very cheap. 20 kuai. Or..hmm. 3 dollars? 2 pounds?

The glasses arrived in the morning just before school, so naturally I put them in my bag and forgot about them till the next day, when I tried them on in the girls' bathrooms with Erin. Her reaction? "Wow."

This could be interpreted two ways, but she had the same reaction when I showed up for Mufti day last week in a calf length flared black skirt, black tank top, short sleeved cardigan with bows clipped onto it and oxford heels. And she didn't like that outfit. It provoked strong reactions, ranging from a muttered "What the fuck." every time I walked past this guy, to a girl I'd never spoken to before saying I looked nice. Thank god my school requires uniform or the apparent hilarity of my outfits would lose it's sparkle with daily viewing.

I was rooting around in my mum's closet (I borrow most of my clothes from various family members, then just leave them in my wardrobe till they notice they're gone) and found this old dress. The top half was fairly unremarkable but I really liked the bottom; it was all...shreddy. That's not a word. Floaty. Scrappy. You get the idea. I put that on, layered two other tops over it and added a blue scarf as a belt. I also put on green mascara, a bow hairslide and glasses because I never really accessorise (beyond bows and fascinators and the ever-present bracelet) and I felt like I should. And I just like wearing boots with skirts.

On the Hong Kong trip (remember that? Terrible authors.) we went to Ocean Park and had fake tattoos done. Two weeks, he said. It faded on the first day. False hope! But anyway, I got 42 because it's the answer to the ultimate question in the Hitch hiker's Guide to the Galaxy and I love that series of books to death, and I even love the movie though it changes SO MUCH. At least it stayed true to the general spirit, you know? Unlike Never Let Me Go, ugh, all that promise was wasted; they replaced actual character development with moody close-ups of pretty things. Ruined.

Also my hair is losing it's redness but my mum won't let me dye it because it will 'damage my hair'. Which is completely true but I still felt the need to put it in quotation marks because my hair is like, a beacon of health. *cough*

I've suddenly discovered Say Anything and now I have an urge to write a love song with awesome lines like, "You're like Bjork with better fashion sense," because obviously that is ridiculous; Bjork has crazy, amazing, inspiring fashion sense. On a more serious note, "She took pity on me horizontally, but most likely because of my band." is hilarious. I listened to that song when I was younger and didn't realise what it meant until I sang along to it in front of my ever-helpful parents, who then told me and corrupted me forever.

Can ya see the three layers? Black with goldy stuff, green knit,
and the uppermost layer which isn't that hard to spot, really.

Uh. I'm taking Spanish GCSE. I should really know how to say goodbye in Spanish.

*mutters something resembling adieu*

Hannah

gimme a ticket for an aeroplane, I ain't got time to take a fast train

2011-04-10T06:39:00.000-07:00

I cannot say ain't. Anything like that (yo, man, dude, ain't, wassup, epic) sounds utterly ridiculous coming out of my mouth. If you ever see me in a video, just mentally alter my voice so that it's deeper and less.. Well, one of my teacher's told me -right before a debate- that I raise the end of every sentence. So whatever that's called.

Anyway, I digress.

I'M GOING TO KUALA LUMPUR.

Team 27 against The Robots. Inside joke.

Remember that thing that I was excited about a while ago? You probably don't but it doesn't matter; our only regular reader is Jana (you're awesome!) so I doubt there are many who have read that far back. Or have read at all. Anyway, I was excited about this- the World Scholar's Cup. It's an academic competition that involves debating, essay-writing and an individual and team quiz. Needless to say, my team -which consisted of Erin and Yang- was hastily put together at the last minute after much hair-pulling and lacked any sort of revision strategy beyond, "You take Biotechnology, I WANT FILM. Oh, and bagsy Short Stories.". This meant that when the awards ceremony came round, we expected to win nothing and to miss out on the World Finals in Malaysia. AND YET LOOK:

MY MEDALS. YAY. MEDALS. I NEVER WIN ANYTHING. CAN YOU TELL?

And, LOOK AGAIN:

Sorry, I know this is a fashion blog (there is a squiggly red line under blog. It doesn't think blog is a word.) and that my posting is erratic and usually fairly boring but I never win anything. The only medals I ever get are for participation.

AND MY TEAM IS GOING TO THE WORLD FINALS IN MALAYSIA.

*breathes*

Hannah

in fifteen days my feet will dance

2011-04-07T01:33:00.000-07:00

These shoes will be mine and it will be glorious. I'll stomp around all day staring at my feet. And taobao, being a place where you can find almost anything, has so many more things to lust after.

Like these:

Seriously, Taobao has replaced all conventional shopping routes for me because it. Has. Everything. And I could never find shoes like these in H&M Beijing.

Hannah

apologies and cross-stiched dolphins and suchlike

2011-04-04T04:01:00.000-07:00

My proxy is being weird so as it is, I can't post any picture posts and it's soul-destroyingly slow. So you guys will have to rely on Naomi posting everything for a bit while I search (fruitlessly) for a new proxy. Tumblr is unblocked in China, though! Silver lining to every cloud. I hate that saying.
Anyway, gotta go to my piano lesson.

Hannah

managed to spend eight hundred dollars in four days, without really buying anything at all.

2011-03-19T04:44:00.000-07:00

And that's Hong Kong for you. You had to pay for INTERNET. I was practically weeping when I saw the sign in the hotel. Anyway!

Our first day consisted of a flight, seemingly endless subway- sorry, MTR journeys, and the most pointless shopping trip imaginable. It started at 8:30 and finished at (I think, my memory often fails me) 9:30, which meant that halfway through our shopping spree, all the shops had closed. I did manage to buy one hideously expensive thing though. Which will be revealed when I get round to photographing it.

After the fruitless shopping attempt, the whole group took a walk along the..pier (?) thing and we all sat down; deep inside we're all narcissists so of course there were pictures.

I usually paint only the nails on my left hand because I'm right handed and clumsy like that

Oh jeez I just realised how text-light this post will be (like all my other posts, you say). Revel in my beautifully composed photography, guys.

I do the V sign so much that I'm not even making fun of it anymore, which depresses me

Gnomes and Michelle

Me, Manni and Ann!

Ooh, I almost forgot. There is a video. Oh yes. A VIDEO. It's completely inane, and there are a few seconds of me trying to find a star in the night sky with my camera (I swear, at the time it was right there) but it offers valuable insight into the conversations of teenage girls. And how weird my accent sounds now, after being surrounded by American accents for three years. I was sure I still sounded British. Well, anyway, here it is in all it's dim glory.

Shoot. The video won't upload...this is awkward.

Well, I just watched two episodes of Being Human while waiting for the video to load. Being Human episodes are an hour long. And they're amazing. You'd think a show based on a werewolf, a vampire and a ghost living together would be ridiculous but no. Somehow, they've made it addictive; not in the guilty Jersey Shore (confession: I've never watched it, but from the popularity of the show and the many, many articles about it I'm guessing it's so bad that it's good) way but in the House/Black Books/Skins/Misfits way. It helps that Annie is Sugar from Sugar Rush, George was in Doctor Who for an episode or two, and Mitchell is...well, a vampire. With eyes that occasionally turn black. Who else really wants Annie and Mitchell to get together? I'm only on the third episode (damn my slow download speed) but I love them together. This post was not meant to turn into a rave about Being Human.

Oh god, my mother is singing My Heart Will Go On.

That's probably a signal for me to leave.

Hannah

sick day

2011-03-13T18:00:00.000-07:00

Yesterday the nurse refused to call my mum to take me home even though I was shaking, nauseous and in constant pain. Today, I stayed at home rather than struggle through the day cursing schools.
*EDIT*
So, I abandoned writing this post because I was half-dead at that point. But, the show must go on. Or, the post must go on. Ah. I'm really lame. No wonder nobody ever comments.
Anyway, I was looking through my computer folders because I was bored to death and confined to my bed, and I found a picture that I'd taken a while ago (still had my fringe, which grew out improbably quickly).

All arty and meaningful, right? RIGHT?
If I'm honest, I was just trying to do a topknot like Susie Bubble (complete stalker, I know.) and got distracted by Lily Allen.

I'm pretty sure they photoshopped me in this photo because my legs are suspiciously slim

2011-03-10T03:46:00.000-08:00

Bow from market stall, jacket from Susan James, t-shirt from Uniqlo, skirt from H&M, petticoat from AA, tights from giant, anonymous department store, shoes from Rocket Dog. Oh and bag was a gift from Naomi! H&M too.

And well, if they did then I'm kind of annoyed because, seriously, are my legs an affront to your sensibilities, p1.cn? This completely detracts from my excitement at having my photo taken by a streetstyle photographer!

Unless my exercise plan (which consists of a few half hearted push ups every once in a while, in an effort to have more arm strength than my little brother) is working and has resulted in a magical loss of weight, I think they photoshopped me. I mean, in the centre photo don't my legs look...tubular?

Anyway, I digress.

In China, people are, in general, much less shy about staring. And taking photos. And pointing. And laughing, while commenting loudly in Chinese how weird you look (YES I HEARD THAT, MAN IN SCARF.).

So, you can imagine my day. I mean, come on, it's a giant bow. If you don't get random people with giant cameras trying to discreetly take your photo (without permission, I might add) then something is very wrong.

I felt especially conspicuous in the I.T. Market (Comme Des Garcons,YSL and McQueen etc., oh my god it was amazing) where every shop assistant was like my style dreams come true, as well as being very attentive. And, we spotted a girl from our school who we momentarily planned to stalk because she was buying clothes from CDG, and therefore is amazing.

this is my take-the-photo-already-the-sun-is-in-my-eyes face

Well, I couldn't go window shopping with friends all day and not eat. We went to a cupcake and coffee shop called Colibri, which according to Naomi had amazing cupcakes and giant bowls of soup. The soup was, in a word, delectable (God, I sound pretentious) but the cupcakes were a bit dry. I like my baked goods to have a fudge-y consistency.

franken-cupcake, DIY-ed by Naomi

Alex's Mocha cupcake

The food photos aren't exactly the arty, beautifully composed and vibrant pictures you expect to see on a blog- partly because my camera doesn't do that cool thing that all streetstyle photographers' cameras do (where they blur the background but leave the subject in focus) and partly because I was too busy eating creamy, scaldingly hot soup.

Ugh.

I have to go pack for the Hong Kong Literary Festival trip.

Only hand luggage allowed.

How will I fit my giant bow inside?!

Hannah

strawberries, honey and water

2011-02-27T06:51:00.000-08:00

According to a friend, this outfit is cool. Maybe it's because I'm wearing jeans? I honestly have no idea. I love dressing for snow, because it's much warmer than Beijing's usual bitter, winter days.

I'm wearing my infamous fringed clogs that everyone seems to hate, Cheap Monday jeans, a kind of giant wool poncho with roses on it (supposed to be Louis Vuitton but I highly doubt that), and Esprit parka, a red fleece hat and those glasses from Taiwan that my father thinks look ridiculous.

I was originally just wearing the giant poncho thing and jeans but I felt...underdressed. So I gathered together all of my red accessories and clothes and basically threw on a few that felt right, hence the hat, the glasses and the parka (which I wore a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away....).

I watched Never Let Me Go a few days ago with the Gnomester and let me just say, it was incredibly, almost offensively underwhelming. Sure it was pretty but, and I'm talking to you Mark Romanek YES YOU, there is such a thing as character development. Tom had about six lines of dialogue in the entire film, and Kathy's main speaking part was her voice-over, how are we supposed to feel anything for wooden, two dimensional characters with no chemistry and no lines? I mean, the book made me cry- though I admit that that's not saying much because I cry at the drop of a hat- and the movie made me laugh. Not a great outcome there. The book had such believable characters and the movie just chose to portray them all as stereotypes. That part particularly annoyed me. Also, they cut out the scene where she dances to the song. THAT WAS A PIVOTAL MOMENT, PEOPLE. PIVOTAL!

Okay, that's the end of my rant/movie review.

More pictures should cleanse your mind of my incoherent rage.

I'm not sure why, but it amused me that snow got stuck in the arches of my clogs.

So, the general consensus of this post is that Never Let Me Go is incredibly disappointing. It could have been great! I'm not great at talking about outfits, and what inspires me, and how I put it together. Honestly, my thought process when putting together outfits is basically "is that pretty? that's pretty. no, that's boring. wear that brightly coloured thing.".

Eyb,

Hannah

The Friday Sleepover- Post 1 of a vaguely related two post seriest

2011-02-21T07:04:00.001-08:00

Put together my house, Naomi, a giant bow and makeup from America/Malaysia and you get nighttime outfit pictures, some videos of us attempting to create faux-meaningful art films, and a series of photos where Naomi looks insanely pretty and I look slightly deranged.

My outfit details:

-Giant bow from a stall in Wangjing Hualien

-Dress borrowed from Naomi

-Cardigan from D&G

-Gingham bow from market stall

-Red tights from a department store

-Fringed suede clogs from TK Maxx

After bluffing our way into the compound next to us by pretending we were visiting a friend and couldn't speak Chinese, we went straight to the playground. By now, it's practically a tradition that every time we have a sleepover at some point Naomi and I will go to the playground and fight over the only swing that can hold us.

I love swings. Want to make something of it?

In a fit of boredom, we decided to copy model poses from magazines, and shoot them in front of my bedroom wall with the black and white setting on my camera. These are the least ridiculous ones.

Generic Guess ad pose

smizing like no other

her eyes bore into your soul, i swear

I had some..difficulty posing. However, I remain firmly convinced that being told to, "Hold your head like you're in pain, but don't actually look like you have a headache." is not the best advice for an uncoordinated person like me who is not aware of her body/face at all.

*silence*

my artistic direction for this one was: stretch

0.o

Damn her and her perfect bone structure/facial features

There is a video of me playing piano but I didn't post it because I'm a control freak and I made mistakes while playing it.

Naomi, bidding you farewell.

So, farewell.

Hannah

(s)he's like a rainbow

2011-02-14T07:20:00.000-08:00

by Alena Lavdovskaya, found on Trendland

I would just like to take a moment to express my deep love for Lanvin, and my sorrow at the prices of H&M in China.

This post was really just an excuse to brighten the internet up a little with an illustration of Alber Elbaz on top of the world, holding a daisy. Which is how it should be really. The world would be a much better place with him standing on top of it. Bowties would rain down on us all... *goes into daydream*

Hannah

P.S I just saw the new Suno collection. My mind is blown. It's like they went into my dreams, Inception-style and designed clothes based on my fevered imagination- yes, my sense of self importance knows no bounds. I will review it, awkwardly (when am I not?) in due course. But seriously, it's gorgeous. Amazing. I have to go find a few new adjectives to describe it.

under cover of darkness

2011-02-12T23:58:00.000-08:00

i know, i know...i can't pull of harem pants. i know, i know. i look deranged.

was sleepy. this is the morning (afternoon, probably) of my birthday!

shoesies :)


GIANT POCKETS! woo. and my dog in the background, staring at me creepily.

love and overpriced flowers are in the air! also, i think the strokes' new album release date has been moved to MARCH 5th!!! *hyperventilates* i get my information by stalking my beloved julian casablancas.
so this is my fabled new year/bday outfit, plus some pink socks i might have worn before here. it's still not clear to me why i put them on cuz they look pretty funny, but i figured i needed a 'pop' of color or hannah would butcher me.
I love the giant pockets! i found i could put pretty much anything in, mary poppins style, and still walk around fairly normally. The crop top is cool, too. ALL from Isetan, which is like the Malaysian...i don't know. some big department store. Marks and Spencer(s?)?

Anyway, gotta go inspect the huge box of chocolates that just hurled themselves into my path while reading up on economics past papers...fun!
No, dear, that wasn't sarcasm.

Naomiiii

oh no don't close your eyes

2011-02-12T02:27:00.000-08:00

Ani DiFranco's lyrics are so good. Every single one is incredibly quotable, my school planner and the blank pages of tests that I finish early are always covered in doodles of her song lyrics. My Ani phase has passed though, now The Smiths are on repeat. Especially Strangeways, Here We Come. *sigh* I love The Smiths (no last name bias, I swear).

After a few disastrous attempts at DIY-ing my very own bowtie, I resorted to using a bow clip. I think it worked pretty well, but you'll still find me searching feverishly for the perfect bowtie on Taobao. I remember seeing ceramic bowties on Susie Bubble's blog (she is awesome, by the way, if I could only visit one blog for the rest of my life it would definitely be hers.) and swooning ever so slightly. Oh, who am I kidding, I collapsed on the settee cursing the heavens that they couldn't be mine. I can't lie to my faithful readers, wherever they may be.

Also, it snowed! Well, it's manmade (as is all the snow I've ever seen in Beijing) but it still counts. I think.
Do you notice my new glasses? They're...different. My peripheral vision is basically useless because they've blurred out the sides to stop me using it. I'm not sure how, but it's supposed to be better for my eyesight..? *doubtful face*

Oh, clothes details.
-Grandmother's skirt
-H&M lace shirt
-United Colours (Colors? Is it American? I should learn these things.) of Benetton top
-Artbox bow
-Claire's Accessories bow
-Dad's socks
-Clarks boots

I always forget to look happy.

Look, my new glasses!

I tend to get dressed while listening to music, and I've come to the conclusion that my music choices affect my outfits. Today I was listening to Girlfriend in a Coma (I listen to the same song over and over again till I'm sick of it, then move on to the next song in an album), so take from that what you will.

Pretty colours..

I think my facial expressions and lackluster writing are driving people away.

Should I talk more about my outfit? It basically came down to the colour green, I thought the bows and the skirt looked nice together because of their similar colouring (Greenish blue? Turquoise? Aqua? I should learn these things) and the lace shirt was there because I love fastening the top button, because the whole idea of top buttons done up is so very prim and proper, but the shirt is made out of this fairly revealing lace material. Contrasts, yknow?

On another note, I've been missing so many cool events in Beijing (not that I was invited/could've gone), I was looking at Stylites, a Beijing-based street style blog, and there was a Prada event, a Fendi event, and I completely forgot about this pop up store in the Village! Called Nouveau Rich (Riche? Ah. I'm so unprofessional), I read about it in City Weekend and I really did mean to have a look.

I mean, I couldn't have bought anything because I've already spent most of my Chinese New Year money on chocolate cake, taxi fare and more taxi fares, but it looked really interesting.

Although, I probably wouldn't have set foot inside the shop anyway because I have this irrational (well, I think it's perfectly rational but it seems I'm alone in thinking that) fear of shop assistants that TALK to you. Nevermind that that's their job, I just hate being talked to or watched/followed through the shop...that's understandable right? I'm a shy person! (like, nod silently at everything, blush at the slightest provocation shy).

*yawns*

It's way past my bedtime.

Hannah

happy pigs rule the world

2011-02-04T04:35:00.000-08:00

I need professional help. Lately I feel like my writing has been on a downward spiral (which will culminate in a post that consists of: PRETTY CLOTHES YAY).

Seriously, I have no articulate thoughts about this/these ring/s. Whenever I see it my mind just blurts HAPPY PIG HAPPY PIG HAPPY PIG and I turn into my three year old self once again. Little three year old Hannah does make a good point though: happy pigs are awesome.

Oh, mini announcement- I'm getting The Shoes. I should probably explain that I mean the insane Vivienne Westwood Rocking Horse style wooden platforms. *jumps up and down* I'm so excited! And I am WEARING those things to school. The (badly written and incredibly unclear) school rules took away my bows, they're not taking away my perfectly acceptable black shoes. With giant platforms. But that's just a tiny detail in the big scheme of things. I'll blend in perfectly with my classmates, once I learn how to walk in my beautiful new shoes..... *fantasises*.

Are there any Taobao obsessives that have managed to find creepers with extra thick soles? I've only managed to find fairly conservatively, um, soled ones.

I should go now.

Hannah

P.S Nowhere in the school rules does it say that no visible hairclips are allowed to be worn! Nowhere! And it also says nothing about only allowing boots to be worn with trousers! And direct me to the section where it says no hats. Ugh. Had to let that out somewhere. You're crushing my fragile, precious individuality, Mrs. XXXXXXXX! *cough*.

announcement

2011-02-02T04:15:00.001-08:00

just want to say, i am officially thirteen years eleven months and two days old! wait that doesnt make sense. i am officially roughly estimatedly 51100 days old...no thats wrong too. ok i am officially a day away from FOURTEEN and being a Young Person officially. oh yeah. and i will be cool like this guy.

Naomi

toothpaste kisses

2011-01-31T03:12:00.000-08:00

Bad-quality webcam picture because my camera is out of battery and I'm way too lazy and comfortable in my bed to go find the charger.
My fellow blogger bought me this bow for my birthday! I love it. It's brightly coloured, and a little bit puffy and...well, it's a bow. What's not to like?
Ignore my (slightly terrifying) face and the tie and shirt - school uniform- and focus on the bow, guys. It's better that way, trust me.

Well, I should go.

There is Burger King that needs to be eaten.

Hannah

I'll give you anything, but I'll give you problems

2011-01-29T03:46:00.000-08:00

Nine West high heeled clogs! They were on sale. They are my CNY shoes. They are mad skills.

Note the awesome stud things and awesome fat heels and the other stuff too.

Also note the awesome foot thing. Yes, you know what I mean.

Chinese New Year is a-comin’ up, and it happens to fall exactly on my birthday this year, which only happens every fifteen years or so. No biggie.

Anyway, apart from all the money-giving and face-stuffing (with food that is) and partying and building-exploding (firecrackers. ‘nuff said.), you are meant to get a new outfit and a new pair of shoes for CNY. So these are my shoes! Full outfit pics will come next week or so ‘cause you can’t wear your new stuff until the actual first day of CNY. My new outfit consists of a white crop top and those harem pants things, which I have condemned in the past, but these are truly awesome, what with the thin stripes and the humungous pocketses (Smeagol moment there. Or Gollum, depending on how you look at it. If you choose to look at it, that is.) and yeah I know I know only models can pull them off, but I like them!

ANYWAY. The shoes are from Nine West, which I might have mentioned somewhere above already, and were 50% off, luckily. The book was this cool, um, book in a, um, bookstore. Yes. I didn’t get this one on account of it was absurdly expensive but I got another i-D lovely little fat book, and also a Polaroid book, and a Warhol book, and an astrophysics and metaphysics book but I didn’t think anyone would be as interested as in the art-related onesies.

Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!!! (happy new year, roughly translated)

Naomi

The i-D book I didn't buy. PLUS as a sidenote, damn, didn't realize how giant the font was.

big news and other things

2011-01-26T05:28:00.000-08:00

Let's start with the major (at least to my tiny world) news.

I'M FOURTEEN YOU GUYS.
Oh yeah. Legal age.
*crickets chirp*
Right..okay, I guess that joke isn't really a crowd pleaser. Anyway, I'm only joking! I'm an upstanding member of society! I swear!

And well, I don't really have anything else.
Or, I DID have other things to tell you but they got lost in the murky waters of my mind while I was having heart-to-hearts with my friends in between writing the blog.

Bye.

Hannah

roll over beethoven.

2011-01-24T02:32:00.000-08:00

...and i am writing this in a crazy hot (see how the temperature is meddling with my writing ability, great use of adjectives, non?) room with a creepily buzzing light and a shaky fan above. god i love the tropics. just imagining all my friends back in beijing, shivering in their badly-heated homes...ah. what a nice person i am.

i was thinking of you all today, lounging poolside when the rest of you guys were in the lunch line!

anyway. the internet is dangerously slow so i should probably stop dawdling.

in absence of anything fashion-related at my disposal, i will just post this in my happiness of being able to post sans proxies. i promise an outfit post as soon as i drag my butt to the shopping mall and spend all my christmas/chinese new year/birthday money on impractical things. which i know every one of the people reading this right now eagerly awaits...

ANYWAY.

have you guys watched black swan? for a wimp like me, it was pretty creepy/disturbing. but still cool. and that, friends, is the extent of my sophisticated movie reviewing skills.

apart from the obvious cool creepiness (i should really stop saying creepy shouldn't i) and winona ryder's skillful (and 'skills') comeback as the, um, insane creepy old ballerina replaced by natalie portman's little child self abusing bulimic creepy character and THIS SENTENCE IS TOO LONG and his - darren aronofsky's that is - cool use of tchaikovsky in the performances and in the , um, other scenes, OMIGOSH IM FAILING, ummm, and the alternate things and yeah just watch the movie this really is gibberish isn't it.

THE POINT i've been trying to get to for the past paragraph or so is that the really pretty awesome...beautiful...extraordinary? costumes were designed by rodarte. there. i spat it out.

now, if you ever get around to watching the movie, if you still are able to after that horrendous THING i just wrote up there, then you will see the awesome creepiness skills and yeah. i give up. the heat is getting to me. just take a look at the pictures. they speak better than i.

naomi

PS mina kunis was pretty skillfully creepy in it too...just my 2 cents there. go watch it and decide.

everybody put your hands up, everybody throw your hands up

2011-01-23T06:54:00.000-08:00

Ah, the mastery that is this song. Just to warn you, it's not some edgy, super-cool brooding masterpiece of a song. It is a one off song by a Korean actor called HaHa. No, seriously.
So, uh, updates on life and whatnot.
I too have no outfit posts because first of all, in my defense it is extremely cold and my outfits are unique in that they're too hot in summer and too cold in winter. Secondly, I'm lazy. And my camera is out of battery.
As this is a filler post, and I'm using too many commas, I should move on to the pictures already.

notice the artistic dribbling of the chocolate.

this is chocolate. do I need to explain why I photographed this?

colours!green mini eggs! blue mini eggs! *mind explodes*

Remember when this used to be like, a real live fashion blog?
I feel as if I'm pretty much ruining it. I'll go do a collection review to minimise the damage as much as I can.

Hannah

oh men don't notice what they got, oh women think of that a lot

2011-01-21T21:35:00.001-08:00

Hi! I know that I haven't been posting for a while, ever since ... ages ago. This is only my second post WHOLE YEAR. whoo.

I don't actually have any new recent outfit pictures so here are a couple teasers showing, uh, things to come. I would put more pictures in, I really would, but this is an email post because my vpn hates me for some inexplicable reason. Also just a small warning here, I might not post as much as, like, 2010. Pretty busy these days...would anyone like to hear some of the things I've been busy with? WARNING: extreme nerdiness coming up
-preparing for Hong Kong Literary Festival
-preparing for the Scholar's Cup (go on. shudder at the grossness of the name. you know you want to.)
-campaigning to be the Voice representative of my class...student council
-preparing for the Science Challenge (in which we have to somehow get an egg up 5m into the air and bring it back down undamaged. woo)
-working hard in mandarin class so I can do my GCSE/o level this year

Now you know I am a geek. That is a pretty extraordinary list, you gotta admit. not to mention these are only a few of the exciting things i get up to...

plus I can tell from even these few sentences that my prose is not what it used to be. Not that that's saying much. The pictures are
1. Random stuff in my room. The pink mini electric whisker (Don't know what they call them. Im going with whisker. Not the cat type, btw) thing with a clock (broken) on it from a cancer research thrift store , upper east side/yorkville. = manhattan. rainbow hexagon slinkie from my cousin. mini red bow with netting from Hannah and H&M. random jewelry bearing donkey, snowglobes, babushka, picture frames, and nail polishes in the background. Blinged out nail file. Dead coral from a close ...friend at the beach over xmas.
2. Me in 3D glasses and neon yellow zip earrings at the Green Hornet premiere. Worst movie ever, and also I wore my ski jacket (pictured, ha-ha.) the whole time because THAT IS HOW COLD IT WAS.

Gotta go now. Love to stay , but bikram yoga calls me! plus my house is choking me with burnt plastic-smelling fumes from my brother's attempt to make his own lunch.

NAOMI

PS hopefully you will all be treated to more of my blogging and professional pictures, cuz im going to malaysia tomorrow (visa related things) and that = NO NEED FOR PROXIES, SUNNY HOT WEATHER, and SHOPPING. how i love my hometown.

t-t-t-t-ta-ao bao (when I do that, it's either Bennie and the Jets or Changes. Elton and Bowie!)

2011-01-14T09:02:00.000-08:00

Well, it's almost 1am and I'm wide awake, no doubt hyper on the unmentionable amount of cheese puffs and nerds (the Willy Wonka sweets, not..people) I've been eating. I always loved Willy Wonka sweets, because it's like...Roald Dahl! Yknow? Oh, I should be banned from writing posts this late at night. I've said that before, haven't I?

Anyway.

Just wanted to show you guys the wonders of Taobao!

I wondered whether they would be allowed as school shoes but...sadly, I don't think so.
*swoons* Here's the source (THEY'RE MINE *menacing glare*)

my precious...

Creepers! Sure, I wish the sole could be thicker but..CREEPERS. I've wanted these ever since I saw them on Kingdom of Style-go to there, if you haven't already because it's one of my favourite blogs and both bloggers are pretty awesome in every concievable way. *cough* just ignore me. SOURCE (leopard print version)

What can I say, my passion for Hello Kitty has never gone away. Plus, she's wearing a HAT. A HAT, guys.

Here!

Oooh, it's getting late. I need to wake up early tomorrow.

See ya,

Hannah

eats cheese puffs while lying on bed

2011-01-14T05:25:00.000-08:00

I realise this is a fashion blog, but you guys must have realised that I'm also pretty much a nerd.
So, with great excitement, I announce to you that Naomi and I and a third person (let's call her E. because I'm subtle like that) are a team for the Scholar's Cup (academic competition)!
Apparently we were the first people in the school to sign up for it. When Daniel Berdichevsky (or..someone with the first name Daniel who is somehow associated with the Scholar's Cup) spoke at our school assembly, E. and I held hands and squealed. Oh yes. Squealed.

This may be slightly more interesting to any poor soul reading this, but I doubt it: In March Naomi and I are going to Hong Kong for a literary festival/spending spree. There will be pictures. I'm trying to stop using exclamation marks because I sound like an over-excited teenager- which I guess I am, but *nonchalantly* whatever.

Hannah

P.S I'm not sure this post warrants the tag 'momentous events' but I'm putting it there anyway because I'm ridiculously excited about the Scholar's Cup and the Hong Kong literary festival.
And there goes any chance of me ever being thought of as cool by this blog's readers.

oh trixie

2011-01-12T06:36:00.000-08:00

I watched the Fairly Odd Parents this morning. I am convinced the show's writers are mocking the show itself.
Anyway, as I'm sure you've all been glued to your computer, just waiting for this post (you're familiar with my sarcasm by now), here are my accessories from my last outfit. Amusingly captioned for your benefit.

I love this. It is a fake watch with lipgloss inside. Except now I want a real pocket watch to hang from my neck, and occasionally glance at.

I write things on my body. Especially during exams. OH and the bracelet! Yes. It's Japanese, and that's all I know about it. It came with a ring but I lost it *punches self in head*

Gift from a loving friend. *cough* no sarcasm there.

CLOSE UP. Flowers. White. Okay, my brain has been reduced to a formless lump of jelly by the exams today.

Ah, if only my feet fit my dad's socks properly. I had to stuff the heels into the backs of my shoes. Hehe.

My brother said it looked like a wedding dress had attacked me, and died on my upper torso. I took that as a compliment.

And that concludes this...riveting post.

Farewell,

Hannah

P.S I have a full blown obsession with..big things. Such as skirts and bows. Help.

this is how I revise

2011-01-07T22:43:00.001-08:00

my hands flip up like that naturally, i swear it's not a pose

Surprisingly, I don't fail all of my exams.

-vintage dress from Corner 93

-bow from Mongkok

-my dad's green socks

-Rocket Dog (anyone else think that's an awesome name?) lace up shoes

-AA petticoat

-Anna Sui necklace/lip gloss (gift)

-two bracelets, gifts

Conversation between mother and me~

Mother: Hannah, why are you wearing that dress?

Me: Why not?

Mother: You're just going to sit around the house all day and be lazy, like you always do.

Me: *silence*

A sudden gust of wind took me by surprise and I almost fell backwards onto the scooter because I have no balance whatsoever.

I'm posting this photo purely because I look so ridiculous. And I had no idea my legs could bend like that. I find it creepy/mesmerising.

I'll do another post with close up shots and the like because I feel like everyone (by which I mean the one loyal reader our blog has) is sick of my face.

Also my back hurts.

Hannah

hey guys...i never left...

2011-01-06T04:44:00.000-08:00

just a little picture so this post wasn't too boring. my personal motto, that is.
so i'm back! me being naomi. i don't think anyone noticed me missing, but it's all good. and although i was only AWOL for a little bit, with a combination of skill and classically bad timing, i managed to miss celebrating via the blog Christmas - so happy Christmas to all who celebrate - New years - good luck in '11 guys! - and, on a lesser note, the FIRST ANNIVERSARY of the blog. awesome !!! we lasted a whole year. well, sort of.

goodbye for now,

naomi
*goes off and indiscreetly deletes certain posts*

squirrels

2011-01-04T04:42:00.000-08:00

Although I'm sure it's probably terrifying to have a giant picture of my upper face area accosting you, BEHOLD. I have a fringe, guys!
*rages over apparently unwritten school rule about bows and conformity*

Hannah

EDIT: Better picture! Albeit with a wonky fringe.

drawing bomb

2010-12-28T20:00:00.000-08:00

From top: Me, me (narcissism gone mad), Susie Bubble (of www.stylebubble.co.uk), ditto.

Paper courtesy of my brother.

2010-12-25T03:55:00.000-08:00

Sources:

fashion gone rogue; tumblr

This is a total filler post. I just like the whole ethereal, isolated vibe in these photos. Not that I could ever pull it off because well, I lack the blond, willowy, serene beauty required, seeing as I'm a puffy-haired, brunette midget with a face that looks constantly grumpy.

Anyone have a link to watch the Virgin Suicides? It looks and sounds really good.

OH I almost forgot it's Christmas Day (capitalisation warranted) and therefore I should write some sort of message wishing goodwill on everyone.

Merry Christmas, guys.

Hannah

P.S The only reason I'm posting on Christmas Day is because I have nothing to do while waiting for the Christmas Dinner (capitalisation also warranted, sidenote: dinner=lunch where I am right now) to be cooked/served.

redefine pretty, underline pretty with a highlighter pen and rewrite it

2010-12-23T11:19:00.000-08:00

vivienne westwood black jersey dress, susan james jacket, rocket dog shoes, grandmother's leather gloves, new look hairslide, anonymous black tights

It's snowing here in Sunderland! Which, although it does mean everytime I step out the door my fingers start to freeze, results in very pretty scenery. Plus, this is real snow and not the weird crystals that fall out of the sky in Beijing. Not joking. Oh and see my shoes there? Yeah. Those are new. As is the rest of the outfit, come to think of it.

exclusive photo shoot location: in front of the garden shed

preparing for the attacking crows

And, for anyone in Sunderland (or that kind of area), I have a shop recommendation.

It is called Corner 93 and I love it! Like, seriously. You go in and there's this wonderful old fashioned kind of feeling, there aren't stacks and stacks of clothes but a good selection, and I kind of prefer that. You don't have to root around through impenetrable piles, you can just browse casually through the racks (please stop me if my writing becomes too annoying. Because I kind of want to punch myself right now.). There's little touches everywhere like a folding screen in one corner and a headless mannequin in the changing room, which in retrospect sounds..well, creepy, but it wasn't particularly.

Well, while I was there I picked up a vintage dress, a Vivienne Westwood Anglomania black jersey dress, and a Susan James coat thing. God, listen to me, I "picked up" a vintage dress. Reaching new levels of pretentiousness there, guys. I'll stop with the writing and stick with pictures. Not that they're any better.

rocket dog!

these are my new school shoes (aka the only shoes I really wear regularly)

Yknow, I actually don't like posts with lots of photos that never seem to end (on other people's blogs *cough*) but..I'm terrible at whittling the selection down. So here are a few more!

*freeze into this position til the spring thaw*

outfit in the mirror photo! takes me back to last year..

bow hairslides are my new lazy hairstyle

Well.
I have to go find my old writing style. I think I left it somewhere around here.

Hannah

honeycomb socks

2010-12-20T10:28:00.000-08:00

(which also happens to be my tumblr, for those interested)

with my eternally stylish footwear choices

HONEYCOMB MADNESS

These are my dreams socks. Seriously. Look at all the multicoloured joy!

Hannah

P.S Complete filler post, sorry. My forehead feels like one giant bruise and my jaw, mystifyingly, aches whenever I move it. So, yeah. Went shopping today, I promise that (one day) I'll do an outfit post!

#teenvogue

you never give me your money, you only give me your funny paper

2010-12-09T19:45:00.000-08:00

This is my first post for Fashion Click *high pitched squeal*

OUTFIT DETAILS:

-greyish cardigan from my grandmother
-grey wool skirt from my mother
-flower print tights from River Island
-brown leather oxford shoes from my aunt
-red fake glasses from Taiwan
-floral bow from Primark

That's possibly the least cool outfit I could've put together, as half
of the clothes were given to me by members of my family, but you know
what? I'm not very cool anyway. But you knew that already.
Anyway, this outfit started with the skirt. It was long, wooly, grey
and reminiscent of something a...more mature teacher at my school
would wear. In other words, I loved it. This entire outfit is really
quite unflattering but I really don't care.
Oh, and as I write this I'm sitting in Beijing Airport (that's
probably not the official name but..oh wait, it is.) waiting for my
flight so sorry if I sound rushed/harried/exhausted. *shriek of
frustration* This writing isn't good enough for Teen Vogue, is it? I
sound so unprofessional and well, I sound like..me. On a bad day.
#teenvogue
Have to put that in so that it goes onto Fashion Click.
I may re-write this.

Hannah

curse "45 day free trials" of software.

2010-12-06T06:15:00.001-08:00

Well, hey guys.
I'm back to being proxy-less and having to email posts onto the blog.
But that's not important. Nobody wants to hear about my winzip woes *sob*
OUTFIT DETAILS:
-grey scarf from taobao.com
-American Apparel white multi layered reversible petticoat (worn as a
top kind of thing)
-leather skirt (originally my grandmother's..I KNOW RIGHT.)
-grey flower print tights from River Island
-Clarks black patent ballet flats
-a loose shirt with swirly colours whose brand name escapes me (unseen
because it's underneath the petticoat.)

So, adventures in alternate uses for the petticoat! I really love my
(oh how I relish being able to call a petticoat MINE) petticoat
because, as you know, I love all things frothy and fluffy and
dramatic, but I didn't want to wear it as a skirt AGAIN. So I put it
on my shoulders, and enjoyed the general swinginess of it.
Oh ye gods, I have a headache.

Bye,

Hannah

P.S I'm not completely focused right now so the post may have
been..okay, nevermind, I can barely construct a sentence.

a little while ago...

2010-11-28T03:03:00.000-08:00

new H&M flagship store. what does flagship even mean? i just hear it a lot. it seemed appropriate for such a large store. anyway, yes. same building as zara, uniqlo, stradivarius, pull & bear, bershka, etc. new excuses to spend money!

i was under-dressed for a rather cold day. bag from zara, old navy tank top, sweater thing from alien street, jeggings from uniqlo, and pink shoes (better picture below) from yashow.

the aforementioned pink shoes.

me in my flying jacket from UNIQLO, bought in a moment of fear of the outside howling trans-siberian winds. literally.

and THE WHOLE COLLECTION OF ALL THE BEATLES CDS EVER.

...i took some photos and never uploaded them. the perfect ingredient for sunday evening posting, too lazy to do anything else. not that it matters much for a blog with the readership of one.

naomi

second hand dreams

2010-11-27T23:02:00.000-08:00

It's very cold. And I'm incredibly unsuitably dressed.

jumper from Armani, clutch from Louis Vuitton, sheer tights from a random department store, skirt from Next, shoes from Clarks

this was not posed, I promise! it was just a combination of my famously odd facial expressions and my general inelegance

Okay, first of all I would just like to say that my wardrobe is not bursting at the seams with Louis Vuitton and Armani, these are the only designer things I own, to be honest. The jumper (not sweater! jumper!) is a hand me down from a cousin that I've never met and the clutch was a present from my aunt, who used to work at Louis Vuitton.

the background is..a curtain. looks okay though, right?

I was kind of going for the prim, proper, ladies-who-lunch kind of look here. But, as you can see, my hair is not...controlled and prim and my half-asleep face doesn't fit the bill either. Therefore, I've decided to rename this look "insomniac housewife who's trying desperately to keep up appearances" (probably influenced by my recent reading of The Feminine Mystique - I have housewives on the mind).

I'm pretty hard on my shoes.

And, the perfume in the shoes? I did that because I thought the colours looked pretty together (and that, my friends, is the deciding factor in most things I do). Oh, I do realise that the blue tag thingy is still on the zipper but..that's because I'm fairly neurotic.

Seriously, you should read the mini leaflet that comes with Louis Vuitton products. It's like a horror novel, only with bags/clothes dying, and not people.

Farewell!

Hannah

P.S Too weird?

fanfare for the common man

2010-11-21T03:51:00.000-08:00

sometime in october, when the weather wasn't suicidal. fallacy couldn't be more pathetic than this.

the weird coat from 'T-tribe', tights from...um...7/11 (conversation i had with someone - person: where did you get your tights [while I am wearing grey striped tights]?? me: 7/11.. person: OMG OMG OMG THEY HAVE TIGHTS THERE?!?!? me: -.-), grey ankle boots from yashow market. amazing hair day, right guys? don't blame me, blame windy days.

it got hotter and sunnier, much to my discontent, so the next layer down. neon yellow cardigan (sweater? cardigan? i don't know...) from yashow market, bag from zara, and shift dress from uniqlo.

note the awesome piano keys design along the side?

yes, i am fully aware that this is my third consecutive post in...one day, but think of it as making up for all the days i didn't post and instead you were stuck with hannah for weeks on end! also, i was too excited with the finding of my camera/charger/usb cable to keep it in after complaining for so long.

naomi (if you haven't guessed already)

a few days of outfits (again, prolonging the time before i have to get off my butt and find my camera)

2010-11-21T02:39:00.000-08:00

SO big moment, peoples of the world -- at least the, like, two peoples who reads this blog on a regular basis (myself and hannah, hah) -- i finally got a dependably working fully functional etc etc proxy. which means i can post posts with more than 2 photos without it failing miserably. this is the photo i somewhat half-heartedly (after much nagging on hannah's part) submitted for that teen vogue snapshot thingy which hannah won before. i have little hope for myself. oh well!

these were all taken in late september/early october, i think, on a rarely nice non-lung killing day in beijing, so yeah. this is pretty much my version of summery.

summery...see the flip flops? that's summery, right? and, you know, forever 21 malaysia sunglasses.

and the coup de grace, my lovely and beautiful lola. yes, that does sound a bit weird.

naomi

harroween style (or, a bad excuse for a come-back post)

2010-11-20T23:34:00.001-08:00

harroween, the great in-school event of the year.

hannah, as a boy. i overheard this conversation:

math teacher: oh hannah, you're a boy!
hannah: -.-
math teacher: oh hannah, that is very brave of you!
hannah: -.-
math teacher: brave...being a boy...you know...
hannah: -.-
math teacher: *backs away slowly, giggling in a nervous fashion until he is out of firing range*

this is normally how conversations between teachers and hannah go. i think they find her endearing/intimidating/amusing all at once.

yes. and i was a '20s flapper', basically an excuse to wear my flapper dress from century 21 department store in new york, WOO. i got many compliments, and sadly, it was like, the only time i got to wear that dress because after that it was put in the washing machine by someone....not using any particularly active tenses here guys...and now resembles something my dog tried to eat, then spat out. it's very very sad. pictures will come in time.

naomi

PS if anyone noticed how crappy this particular post is, well, i am searching far and wide the length of my room to find my camera/camera charger/ usb cable as usual. in the wise words of yogi berra, it ain't over till it's over. if that has any relation to what i was talking about at all.

storage methods for accessories

2010-11-20T22:11:00.000-08:00

I fully admit to having a very messy room. The floor is covered in clothes, pieces of string and schoolbooks. My cupboard is the size of a shoebox and so I've had to come up with alternative methods to store my favourite things-to-put-on-my-head so that they're easy to access when I'm shuffling around half asleep in the mornings.

That book with the bow and (the pride of my collection of useless things) the giant paperclip is How Sassy Changed My Life. A really interesting book, it's one of the books I'm reading/re-reading (along with He's a Stud, She's a Slut; The Feminine Mystique and Girl Power).

This is completely off topic but if anyone wants to talk about feminism, email me! It would be good to learn more about it and have conversations with people who..understand it and identify as feminists.

Anyway, I don't believe this bow has been on the blog before! note- I may be wrong because I've been told that I have the memory of a goldfish with a concussion.

Zaijian,

Hannah

I need to work on my facial expressions.

2010-11-13T06:00:00.000-08:00

the classic "get this over with I'm so tired that I can barely open my eyes" expression

Winter has come, everybody. Kind of. Anyway, for me, I can no longer prance around in a summery dress with a bow in my hair anymore, oh no, I have to prance around in TWO summery dresses with a furry leopard print hat on my head. Such is life.
-furry leopard print hat, gift from grandmother
-grey scarf, taobao.com
-flowery lace top, New Look
-rose patterned dress, Wudaokou
-purple-ish dress (I need to expand my vocabulary), Bhs
-black boots, Skechers
-flower pattern bracelet, um..Japan.

the celebrated "hey, there's a weird looking leaf! oh right, its on a timer." expression

In other news, I have perfect my DIY skills to a fine art, and have graduated from clipping one bow on top of another to actually using a safety pin pin the first dress onto the second dress. My creativity knows no bounds, world!

Okay, in all seriousness, I'm actually quite proud of this picture. I quite like it, to be honest. This photo is just to show the textures and prints of the clothes involved, in a more detailed view. Oh and the word truth written on my leg isn't just to make this photo look all arty and meaningful, I wrote it in the middle of Geography class at school because..I'm deep, and stuff like that. *cough*

Zaijian,

Hannah

P.S I made a video..do you guys want to see a video?

my tiny pink hat

2010-11-12T20:36:00.000-08:00

the title is self explanatory, really.
I found the object in question while browsing through a market -the kind of place that sells wigs, jewellery, korean sweets disguised as medicine- along with a bow which I will...probably show some other time. Yes.

Bask in it's glorious uselessness. Because really, what use could anyone have for a tiny pink hat?

And to that I say...

It's the perfect size for the top of a soft drink can! (And, yes, that is Sarsaparilla, drink of the gods.)

That, and the fact that it's really quite funny to see the look of confusion on people's faces followed by: "Why would you need a tiny pink hat?". Well, I don't NEED a tiny pink hat, but I do like having one, just in case of emergencies (tiny people in dire need of a hat because it's snowing, cold chihuahuas, the usual stuff).

And this is my storage method for all bows, hats, etc. Stick 'em on a stuffed lion.

I'm sorry that I haven't posted in a while, and nor has my absentee co-blogger *glare* but I'll be seeing her today, so I'll be sure to nag her.

Sincerely,

Hannah

pancakes, soy sauce and goosebumps

2010-11-03T07:54:00.000-07:00

jacket from taiwan, skechers boots, AA petticoat, cache cache knit dress, Primark bow, market stall bow.

For consistency's sake, I've decided to try and make sure my outfit shots from here on out are all set in my garden. This was an outfit born out of a desire to wear something flouncy, an intolerance to cold and an irrational love of bows.
I'm especially proud of the double bow action going on there, I used my extensive DIY skills to actually clip one bow onto another. And yes, that deserved both bold and italic settings.

Okay, I was going to post more pictures as well as write a few more useless, rambling paragraphs, but my internet has a curfew and that curfew is fast approaching.
Oh, and my feminism article from the last post had a response coming from a boy in the year above me, Year 10. He wrote, and this is the gist of it, "Girls who have lots of sex can be called sluts, but guys who have lots of sex should be called something else: legends." I admit to having shrieked when reading that and asking the people around me how someone could be so ignorant. Well, okay, my words were more like, "How can he write something like that and NOT want to kill himself?" but in all fairness, how has nobody noticed that he's maybe just a TOUCH sexist? Anyone except me and my friends? No?
Anyway, I will publish this unfinished post and come back tomorrow to...polish it.

Adieu!

Hannah

I have to start thinking of better sign-offs.

UPDATE: I'm back, everybody. Picture time.

I was told that this skirt makes me look like, and I quote, "a house". I stand by my petticoat.

my beautiful, pristine boots

Zaijian,

Hannah

feminism- you probably won't read this as it's too long

2010-10-23T09:54:00.000-07:00

This was submitted to my school magazine, it's since been edited and combed through for mistakes, but I wanted to post the original, rambling version here on the blog. Enjoy. Hopefully.

Ani DiFranco once said, “Either you are a feminist or you are a sexist/misogynist. There is no box marked ‘other’.”

That’s my favourite feminist quote of all time, because in such a simple and straightforward way it forces you to make a choice. Are you a sexist/misogynist or a feminist? Most people, if asked, would probably deny vehemently that they were in any way sexist or misogynist, but then again, I don’t know many people who would identify as feminist either. The unwillingness of so many people to call themselves feminist is astounding, because, in essence, what’s feminism? It’s equality between the two sexes. If you don’t agree with equality then you must be a sexist or misogynist, right?

Even presented with this logic, many think of feminism as outdated and useless in today’s world, they view feminists as man-hating, bitter caricatures and even the ones who understand feminism are reluctant to call themselves feminist because “there’s no point now”.

Look, if you think that equality of the sexes is, well, a good thing, then you’re a feminist. It doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or a girl or a man or a woman (or womyn, for some people). You can wear makeup, watch America’s Next Top Model and let people open doors for you, and still be a feminist. It’s ridiculous how many people say, “Oh, you can’t be a feminist because you watch *insert tv show*” Oh, I can’t? Thank you for clarifying that. I’ll be sure to completely ignore what you just said.

My generation seems to think that they don’t need to be feminists, and most boys would never call themselves a feminist, probably because it’s seen as a “girl thing”.

Even if women have more rights now than they did fifty years ago, that’s no reason to think that there will be no more battles to fight.

What about the way boys still talk about girl’s bodies, as if they’re nothing more than a nice pair of legs or a great chest? What about the way boys still feel that there’s nothing wrong with saying, “I feel like I’m in Hooters!” when a girl hands lamb sticks out to them, because simply being female invites people to make sexual remarks about your body without any provocation? What about the double standard between boys and girls, where if a girl/women enjoys sex and has a lot of it, she’s called a slut and a whore, but if it’s a boy/man does then he’s congratulated on his ‘conquests’ and called a stud.

Why is it not acceptable for women and girls to enjoy sex, oral sex, kissing, basically anything even vaguely sexual? Why are men allowed to do and enjoy all of these things without any ramifications, but women live in fear of getting a ‘reputation’?

Society expects girls to be ‘pure’ as evidenced by the growing popularity of Purity balls in America. Fathers and daughters go to these events together, and the girls pledge to remain ‘pure’ until marriage, while the fathers pledge to help and protect their daughter’s supposed purity. Rings are sometimes given, like the ones that some Disney stars wear. In my opinion, Purity balls are wrong in many ways.

Pledging to your father that you will remain abstinent until marriage takes away your own rights, it means that your father essentially owns your sexuality. Not to mention the fact that the mere existence of Purity balls raises the question: Why do fathers not trust their daughters to be able to preserve their own virginity without pledges and rings and keys?

It’s as if they’re saying that teenage girls are unable to make good, rational decisions in life and without pledges and their fathers help they would be lost.

Teenage girls are perfectly capable of making their own life choices, amazingly enough, although the fathers who go to purity balls don’t seem to think so.

Recognizing my father has special insight as a man himself, and that God protects me through his leadership, I will listen carefully to his advice about my relationships with men, and respond to his leadership until I am under the leadership of my husband.

Above is a snippet from the virginity pledge every girl takes. This illustrates perfectly how purity balls take away a girl’s control over her life. This shows that by taking this pledge, you effectively sign over all your freedom for your entire life to the male figure in your life, be it your father or your husband or your ‘mentor’ (the person who takes you there if your father is not available/deceased, god forbid your mother takes you to a purity ball). Can we not lead ourselves? I understand that parents are parents and thus until we’re adults they do have control over us, but when we get married, we’re still not capable of running our own lives without the “special insight” of a man?

A girl having sex before marriage is not the end of the world, but purity balls seem to say, “If you have sex, you become dirty and impure.” What kind of a message is that to send to young girls? Another question is, why is that message not sent to boys? Oh, because apparently a boys purity doesn’t need to be protected. There are, in fact, mother-son balls but they don’t focus on preserving the virginity of young boys’, instead it tells them to “refrain from soiling girls’ virginities”. That is the ridiculous double standard that every girl lives with in action. It’s saying that a girl’s virginity is to be protected vigilantly by both her and her father, but nobody cares about a boy’s purity. It means that, to these girls, sex will forever be associated with impurity and being ‘dirty’. It’s saying that a girl needs a man to protect her because she can’t protect herself adequately.

Purity balls help promote the notion that promiscuous women/girls are ‘sluts’, while promiscuous men are players or studs. I can’t actually think of a male equivalent for the word ‘slut’, mainly because there has never been a need for one.

Think of this scenario: a group of girls give a group of boys oral sex, the media finds out, their school finds out and has to deal out appropriate punishments.

Who do you think should be punished? The girls, the boys, or both?

This actually happened at a school in

America

and of course, the boys got away scot free, because “boys will be boys”, while the girls had to attend a teen sex education class and were labeled as promiscuous by the media.

Even adults exercise this double standard by assuming the girls need more education while the boys were simply being boys.

Now imagine a boy performs oral sex on a girl, do you think he would face any sort of backlash from his peers? Or would the girl once again be blamed, insulted, and gain a ‘reputation’?

Look at your school/university/workplace. You've probably seen the double standard in action there, you may even have helped perpetuate it by calling the girls sluts and whores and leaving the boys untouched because they’re just being boys. Wherever you are in the world, sexism is rampant.

Now tell me we don’t need feminism anymore.

did anybody else...

2010-10-18T06:56:00.001-07:00

...look at this picture and think, "Eva Mendes!"?

Terrible filler post, I'm sorry.

Hannah

cupcakes and vaguely russian feeling furry hats (the pictures that naomi didn't post, or at least some of them).

2010-10-17T07:12:00.000-07:00

The Great Firewall Of China...wins again.

2010-10-15T02:40:00.001-07:00

So, me and Hannah went to the ever-populous The Village, ostensibly to shop.

This is mostly a picture post, so captions, in no particular order. See if you can figure them out for yourself.

My outfit. head thing which i was forced to wear from malaysia, star wars shirt from FOS in malaysia, floral culottes from bershka. hah. you know they did a survey with these great britain guys on fashion terms and, like, 90% of them thought culottes meant either a disease or a village in france.

Hannah's outfit (throughout the day she became increasingly, scarily grandma-like in posture and memory). -black tank top, black skirt for grandma(?), blue top thing from this random little place in the bar district,,,um what shoes? um um primark. just guessing here.

We went for the first time to the Village North, just opened, (designed by Frank Gehry, no less!) full of shops like Balmain, Lanvin, agnes b, Commes des Garcons, Balenciaga, etc.

We also found a really cool bookstore with ENGLISH BOOKS, which had a lot of art books and foreign magazines and overpriced drinks. Bought Vogue Italia in 3-D for TOO MUCH MONEY *glare*.

We also stopped at the Fisheye cafe (cool place with imported coffee and lomography cameras). And Starbucks. And Watsons.

At Uniqlo, a nice fur hat and an even nicer facial expression.

Sorry for lack of pictures, for the few who have bothered reading up to here :) i originally had loads but i've had to shear them all away like...like sheep, you know? yeah, great simile. so now the only pics are our outfits cos blogging with the great firewall of china in your way is hard. so it wins this battle...BUT NOT THE WAR. woo.

Naomi

oh darling

2010-10-08T09:32:00.000-07:00

This bracelet and ring come all the way from Japan, a country that I've never been to, but have always wanted to go to. They were a gift from my amazing boyfriend and unlike most rings, which attach themselves to my fingers like limpets and refuse to come off without twisting and tugging and near dislocation of finger joints all aided with copious amounts of liquid soap, it slides on beautifully and slides off with only a slight pull. I enjoy paragraph-long sentences, as you can probably tell.

And here's the ring itself. Ain't it pretty? That phrase sounds so much better in my head.

Here's the bracelet. No witty commentary from me. *cough* as usual.

*screams of horror at my stumpy little fingers*

I'm very tired. Stayed up all last night alternating between watching Scrubs and lying on my bed listening to Hole.

Therefore, goodbye.

Hannah

*falls asleep at keyboard*

for you blue

2010-10-03T00:52:00.000-07:00

German hazelnut chocolate wafers are taking over my life. I just ate an entire pack. Anyway, this is actually an outfit post! This is not going to be a post in which I talk about solely food (and believe me, I could).

When I woke up this morning, I looked in my closet while half asleep and pulled out this floral print shift dress from Gap that I've worn twice on the blog, I think, already. It's kind of blue-themed, and..wait, I need to tell you the outfit details, right? Okay, here goes:
-floral print shift dress from Gap
-thigh high cotton socks from my mother
-t-strap wedges from Steve Madden
-sheer blue and white striped cardigan from Monto (found in Wudaokou)
-blue and white ceramic bead necklace from a lamastery (like a monastery, but with lamas)

I believe I can fly.. I believe I can touch the sky..dun dun dun dun dun dun DUN DUN DUN...something away.

It was quite a windy day, resulting in glorious facial expressions such as the one above. Oh yes. Either that or I was in the midst of sneezing as the timer went off, but I have a feeling its the first one. I'm suffering from severe German-hazelnut-chocolate-wafer withdrawal, which is probably why (at least to my untrained eyes) this post feels kind of stiff. HEADACHE. NO. GIVE ME PILLS.

*sigh* I'm just going to stop writing now because I feel like I'm digging my own grave in terms of not having any energy, life, vibrance, etc. and you should probably go read Naomi's posts if you feel a touch lethargic after reading this one. Oh no. I just realised there are many other pictures underneath this one. Well, you're stuck with me for a little longer, readers!

See those multicoloured flecks in the blue knit-ness? They're cool. I'm inarticulate right now. And I just said cool.

Okay, so MAYBE "many other pictures" was an exaggeration. Let's be accurate. There's two. Here comes the second one!

Isn't it pretty? Every single person who has seen me wear that necklace has said, "But your clothes don't really match it.". Granted, I was wearing an Indiana Jones t-shirt for most of that time, but my philosophy is, throw a necklace onto it and go with the flow. Okay, I just made that up on the spot.

And anyway, I have to go now, to attempt to wrap my tired brain around my thirteen pages of Chinese homework.

May the force be with you, my young padawans,

Hannah

P.S I like Star Wars. Don't judge.

so i found my camera usb cable after approximately three minutes of desperate searching. also, un confession.

2010-10-02T04:23:00.000-07:00

yes, i am wearing that coat. yes, the pockets are shaped like huge mittens. yes, i bought it in a chinese store with the eloquent name of 'T-Tribe'. and yes, i love it.
'T-tribe' is quite a revelation, actually. they have a wide range of plain t-shirts, and folders stuffed with pictures of things that they will plaster on of you. sort of like plastered t-shirts, another beijing brand. i got a black shirt with huge cat eyes and whiskers pasted on. it does not look at bad as it might sound.
i suppose all this is just me finally succumbing to the dreaded Quirky Beijing Fashion. especially since right after purchasing from 'T-tribe', i...wait for it...i bought a SWEET POTATO from the SWEET POTATO DUDE. today is a chinese day.

Naomi

I'M BACK....crickets chirp...

2010-10-02T03:58:00.001-07:00

hello. i, too, am back from the land of freezing yurts and cheap jewellery, inner mongolia. i have many pictures waiting, BEGGING, pleading, to be uploaded, but sadly i have lost the magical device that connects my camera to the computer. well, not lost so much as misplaced so much as i can't be bothered to look for it under the massive pile of debris that is my room. yes.
but the best news of the day is...*drumroll please*...i finally, after months of waiting, have MARC JACOBS LOLA. WOO. i now have TWO (!) whole real marc jacobs things. this makes me happy. hannah can complain all she wants but she has in fact withheld some vital information.
that information would be that she has a louis vuitton purse! still in its box after YEARS!
and here we have the much-seen ad of karlie kloss and lola. i took many loving pictures of my own bottle but they would be..on my camera. yes.

ciao (i am deciding to be one of those really annoying people who say ciao all the time),
naomi

wild horses couldn't drag me away

2010-09-30T05:40:00.000-07:00

As you can see, I'm back from the land of wild horses and, um, Genghis Khan. Also known as Inner Mongolia.
This is just a quick little post to announce my return, and to show you these sunglasses, which I loved.
Transcript of conversation with sunglasses stall owner-
Me: *in Chinese* How much do these cost?
Him: *in Chinese* 250 RMB
Me: *looks at friend and shakes head, then walks away*
I should've at least tried to bargain...
I did manage to find a blue and white beaded necklace at a monastery, of which pictures will be posted soon.

Gotta go eat my dinner now. Well. Yeah.

Hannah

so I found this site..

2010-09-20T05:39:00.000-07:00

These are pretty big, but they're also pretty awesome (on another note, have got to find a replacement for awesome...any suggestions?) and I would dearly love to have these stuck onto my bedroom wall. Of course, if they were in my bedroom they would soon get either water damaged as a result of my legendary clumsiness, or ripped down in a fit of frustration. I WANT THEM SO MUCH THOUGH.

But... *drum roll*

I really couldn't resist.
And, sorry for the slow posting but Year 9 (Grade 8 for you Americans/non-British curriculum people out there) has arrived bearing truckloads of unwelcome homework.Ah, the bane of my existence..

Music Philosophy <-- the site

why do you say goodbye, I say hello

Hannah

P.S Nobody commented on my runway review... I'm guessing people don't like my thorough, considered reviews of fashion week. *cough*

i tried to think of a pun, "suno or later" being my best effort, I gave up and decided to write this instead.

2010-09-13T06:38:00.000-07:00

I have a confession to make.
I'm terrible at writing reviews of runway shows.
I know, I know, I'm a blogger! Kind of. I should know how to write reviews of shows! It's basically the main subject of many blogs once Fashion Week rolls around! And yet... whenever I sit down to try and write my views on a runway show, it turns into a over-written, inarticulate jumble of words. Therefore, bear with me, because this is a -drum roll please- review of the Suno Spring 2011 RTW collection. Oh yes. I went there.
Let's start with my favourite looks. With (probably unhelpful) captions by me.


this was the look that, um, got me hooked. did not mean to rhyme there.

*sigh as dreams are answered in form of insane looking wedges and skirt-top combo with strangely appealing prints*

Cough. Anybody interested in the very first runway review on this blog? Here. Rodarte! Love. Vintage post.

Ah, god. All this technical stuff is killing me. Captioning, writing the post.. I am supposed to be a digital native, people.

I have decided that captions are not the way to go.Good old fashioned text will have to do!

The picture above is possibly the first bikini I have ever truly loved.

And the people behind Suno are actually really worthy of admiration. They built up their own company that employs Kenyan people without exploiting them, and transforms fabrics made in Kenya into the designs you see on the runway.

I'm not going to over-analyse this collection because:

It will turn into a pretentious sounding...blob.
I think this collection is really just about beautiful, fun clothes.

I mean, look at these shoes.

taken from Style Bubble. Sorry..!

I have no words to describe these. Well, actually, that's a lie, I do have words to describe these, only they would make me sound like a crazy shoe version of a cat lady.

Insane, beautiful, need-them-now (that's one word, everybody), omg those prints, curvy wedges, laces, CRUSTACEANS.

*breathes heavily* I'm done.

And, so is this post.

Adieu, mon copains.

Hannah

P.S Oh yeah, senior school french really paid off, right? And listening to Cat Stevens, The Smiths and Hole. An odd mixture, but for me it works. :)

P.P.S Thank you everyone who comments! Seriously. Ooh and Beijing street style blog: STYLITES.
Beijing has just as much style as NY, Paris, London, thankyouverymuch.

i'm just a girl, little old me, no, don't let me out of your sight

2010-09-09T05:43:00.000-07:00

AA petticoat, floral shirt, oxford shoes, blue argyle socks. Oh yeah.

I braved the insects and flying bugs for this picture.

you spin me right round, baby right round

look at my socks! okay, they're not mine.

Okay, so lately I've been kind of...uninspired in terms of outfits. This is my attempt to get the creative juices flowing (that phrase never fails to make me shudder) again. Socks with shoes! Super trendy! To be perfectly honest, I'm just wearing socks with shoes because I hate wearing those shoes barefoot.

Having avoided the dreaded House Camp (don't ask) I celebrated by...staying home all day and watching old Top Gear and 30 Rock episodes.

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Just a Girl- No Doubt

Well, nobody really cares about what music I listen to but I've loved this song for a long time, it was basically my theme song for a while.

Oh oh, gotta go drink cocoa and eat honeydew melon!

Adieu,

Hannah

i wanna be the girl with the most cake

2010-09-06T07:10:00.001-07:00

no time to banter! this should be a relief for many, i am sure. anyway.

floral culottes, bershka.
t shirt, FOS (can't remember the brand)
insane fake eyelashes, present from my cousin
nutjob headgear, stall in malaysia

ciaooooo

naomi

P.S Because I am such an awesome friend, I have downloaded and compressed her enormous photos, and therefore made them better quality. And bigger. -Hannah

what i do when i'm home with the flu.

2010-09-06T02:12:00.001-07:00

hello. no, this is not a filler post so that people know i still exist until i find my camera usb cord.

as you might have guessed from the title, i am very at home and sick. therefore, i spend ages surfin usa and the web and the like, the moment the internet magically reappeared (thank you god, and chinese maintenance dudes).
latest obsession, apart from my new floral culottes from bershka (pictures coming)?
cassandra rhodin and her awesome black and white water color animal and woman pics. not to mention the holga lomo camera, but we'll leave that aside for now.
i tried (unsuccessfully, needless to say) to copy 'monkey' and some others into my art book. spectacular fail. mr peacocke will think it's original, at least.
now, off to mope around in my room, sans bed, con 'the diamond as big as the ritz...and other stories'. i love fitzgerald. too bad he got all messed up etc.

naomi

PS: ah, yes. the actual pictures would be nice, no? well, enjoy. they are 'monkey', 'icebear', 'hyena', 'gorilla', 'bird', OHMYGOD OVERLOAD THERE ARE TOO MANY JUST LOOK THEM UP ITS WORTH IT.

giant paperclips and football games

2010-09-01T04:52:00.001-07:00

It may surprise you to know that both me and Gnomester over there are
in the school football team. We don't exactly look super athletic, do
we?
Anyways, its our first game tomorrow and I'm excited, so I'm posting.
These are basically just random pictures from a sleepover we recently had.
And since I like captioning things, but can't because of proxy
restrictions, I will...caption them here.
Photo 1: Attempting to do THAT face. Ah yes. You know of it.
Photo 2: I wake up, brush my hair, get ready and look in the mirror,
only to see...this.
Photo 3: You know those arcade games where you have a claw that picks
up unsuspecting soft toys, right? I HAVE BEATEN THE MACHINE. PHOTO
EVIDENCE, PEOPLE.
Photo 4: ...Naomi's morning hair. Curse her.
Photo 5: Doughnut bags, as I have christened them. Hideously
impractical, incredibly desirable.
Photo 6: Googley eyes.
Photo 7: Fake toasted bread that really disguises a post-it pad. I
immediately thought of spies.
Photo 8: The final one! And to me at least, this warrants capital
letters. SOFT FOAM CUBE. I have a kind of obsession with cube shaped
things that also happen to be soft. Like cubed Mentos! Those are
adorable.

Gotta go write a story about fate for English. My hands already hurt.

Hannah

Rawr.

2010-08-29T06:38:00.000-07:00

This is the second appearance of the American Apparel Multi-Layered
Reversible Petticoat (yes, I know the official name because I'm that
good at remembering useless information, and less good at remembering
useFUL information like, for example, homework.) on this blog, but
this appearance is unique because I OWN IT THIS TIME. OH YEAH.
My amazingly awesome friend Naomi C. Elegant banded together with my
boyfriend, DK, to buy me this (incredibly, mind-blowingly expensive)
incredibly, mind-blowingly swirly, puffy, twirly, springy, flouncy
petticoat.
These pictures really don't do it justice. One day (if anybody's
actually interested) I will do a video illustrating it's flounciness.
I need to expand my vocabulary.
To pay my good friend, Naomi, back, I bought her pretzels. And a curry puff.
Anyway!
To explain my odd poses, I was just following Naomi's artistic
direction. With a Ted from How I Met Your Mother thrown in.

-H&M Leopard crop top
-American Apparel Multi-La...this was mentioned earlier. Don't tell me
you've forgotten already.

I bid you farewell,

Hannah

The FBomb

2010-08-28T05:41:00.001-07:00

101st post!
The photo of a giant button (don't you just love giant buttons?) has nothing to do with this post, I just really didn't want to do a pictureless post. I now have a strange desire for a headpiece made out of giant multicoloured buttons though.
The FBomb I refer to in the title is not *that word that parents and teachers absolutely detest*, it's in fact The F Bomb, which is an amazing feminist blog that you should start reading RIGHT NOW. Which I just wrote an article for. I mean, I emailed it in and, miraculously, it was accepted!
Anyways, here it is. The article, I mean.

The F Bomb- Struggling with Body Image

If you read it, it would be nice to know what you think, so...comment?

In a while, crocodile!

Hannah

P.S Find the link for the FBomb in our blogroll. Hopefully. I will attempt to put it in our blogroll straight after this post. Notice I say attempt.
P.P.S I just watched How I Met Your Mother. That explains the "in a while, crocodile!".

The 100th Post

2010-08-24T06:24:00.000-07:00

Decided to open with an image that will sear itself into your eyes forevermore. Another one to add to my Catalogue of Weird Facial Expressions.
It isn't a full outfit post because, I was in my room and my camera was low on battery so I was trying to make it short and sweet.
So, details?
~assorted necklaces from my inherited jewellery box
~puffy cat brooch
~grey wool cardigan
~white feathery fascinator

No, I can't tell you where I bought any of these things. Well. I didn't exactly buy any of these things.But that's beside the point!
The point is, this is the 100th post. Sorry for the long absence. I admit, it's been a a while.
I'm not going to make excuses, although I doubt anyone really noticed Naomi and I's long non-posting streak.
I have to get the hang of blogging again :)

So, I leave you with a mildly frightening image and a dull few paragraphs.

Adieu,

Hannah

celebrity skinnnn

2010-08-14T07:55:00.000-07:00

hello. as this is my first post in absolute yearss (me being naomi) ... ok, i dont remember how i was going to finish that sentence.
anyway, a large, strange head thingy to rival hannah's FEEBLE fascinator. i now know what she means about her family laughing at her when she walks in the room. look closely and you can see my freshly pierced earlobies.
so enjoy some disgustingly smiley webcam pics, from yours truly.

Naoooomi

evil laughter fills the giant room where Google lives

2010-08-09T13:34:00.000-07:00

Okay, I have to apologise (SHUT UP BLOGGER, THERE IS NO 'Z' IN APOLOGISE) to Naomi in advance. I almost posted the big One Zero Zero...th post. Luckily, I realised this and, um, deleted an old post. *wipes tear from eye*
No one reads those things anyway, which I find strange because I tend to go straight for the introductory post whenever I find a new blog. It's interesting to see a blogger's progress, right? No? Just me? Okay then.
So, the 100th post WILL be a joint post (as soon as Naomi gets back from sunning herself in Malaysia..or emails me. If you're reading this, email me, Gnomes!) and it will have...photos. I couldn't think of a suitable adjective there. Wow, at 4:24am, my brain turns to a soft, jelly like substance that can only handle looking at pretty pictures before it starts to liquefy. I'm going to try and sleep now.. I'll have more luck finishing this tomorrow. I mean, today.

But just a teaser photo of posts to come!

Naomi and I in the *cough* American Apparel (also known as the Land of Overpriced but Beautiful) changing rooms. I'm wearing a petticoat that will forever haunt my dreams, and a crop top. Gnomes - on the right- is wearing an Old Navy (is that what it's called? It's an American store.. it's definitely SOMETHING Navy.. God, I'm a terrible blogger) grey tank top and floral leggings, which are, in a word, delightful.
I just said delightful. I need sleep.

Good...morning,

Hannah

P.S 99TH POST EVERYONE.

P.P.S Does anyone watch QI? Alan Davis is hilarious. I fear I'm alone in my love for British television.

the long awaited post with the creepy eyes

2010-08-04T22:21:00.001-07:00

As I walked down the stairs this morning (after spending way too long
trying to make my eyes look sufficiently creepy) I scared my mother
half to death when I blinked. Slowly.
I've only been awake an hour so...apart from being sleepy in the
photos, I haven't left the house yet. I'm just sitting in the living
room uploading these pictures to the blog while my brother plays XBox.
~not exactly sure where to capitalise... it's kinda like the iPod,
that one kept me up many nights wondering if it was the I or the P..~
What a wild, unpredictable life I have..
Anyway!
~dress, present from Grandma
~black Skechers boots
~black Primark bow belt
~flowery Primark hair bow
And when I say my dress was a present from my grandmother, I mean I
raided her wardrobe and saw this, was vaguely reminded of a Proenza
Schouler collection, and asked innocently if she would like to give it
to me.
Note: Ignore my manical, Joker-like smile. It's early. At least for me.
So, later I'll be back, updating this post. I also have a feeling this
is the 99th post.
WOO.
Yep. Um. Comments? Anyone?
*crickets chirp*
Ok ok, I'll stop non-desperately asking.
And before I forget, Maggie from the awesome blog Lifesize Paperdoll has a giveaway! Go enter!

Zaijian,
Hannah
P.S I don't usually wear makeup unless I'm having a sleepover with
friends or something so..be kind.
P.P.S UPDATED. with photos to prove that I left the house ^^

I am officially an old woman in everyone's eyes

2010-08-02T03:03:00.001-07:00

I still have no camera.
These artistically astounding *cough* photos were taken with...my webcam.
This is a pretty lazy outfit, I wear it whenever I want to look
presentable after half a day in bed.
Basically, it's a short lace top from New Look and a Laura Ashley
black skirt (maxi skirt? is that what they're calling them now?).
Of course, everyone I know seems to associate long skirts with old women.
Or maybe that's just my particular circle of..peers.
Well, it's been a while since either of us (Gnomes, and I) have
posted, so we're both really sorry! *nudges naomi*
Nobody has commented *sob* but update on that post where I promised to
wear that slightly creepy eye makeup outside, in public. Only two
people commented, but because I like pleasing people, I'll still wear
it. And also I've just always wanted to because it will be awesome to
see the reactions of everybody. I anticipate staring and concerned
looks.

Anyway,
I have to go..

Zaijian~

Hannah

P.S Those comments are called mirages for a reason.

more tao et bao

2010-07-27T23:25:00.001-07:00

speaking of tao bao, balmain cropped jackets for 36 kuai! beat that, rodarte! the prices of this jacket on the website go from 36 to 306 kuai, roughly. so using my amazing math skills...5 dollars, roughly. and 3 and a half pounds and maybe four euros. i think.

since i have no idea how to navigate through the cyber streets of chinese ebay, i use the handy taobao field guide...just type in what you want and it directs you there! in ENGLISH, no less!

so i type in american apparel...ah, it gets a little dodgy here. taobao sellers seem to like using celebrity pictures to sell their products (look! nicole ritchie is wearing the SAME grey t shirt!), and the first thing that comes up is something that says AMERICAN APPAREL....H&M ZARA.... (the ellipses represent chinese characters).

so maybe it isn't entirely reliable. but hey, this is the site that sells Jimmy Page dolls. tell me that's not awesome.

I could buy from here too, if i didn't spend all my money on lace bicycle shorts and floral a line skirts and baggy sweater things and shirts with huge shoulders (pictures soon).

ah and also, AMERICAN APPAREL IS SO EXPENSIVE. IT'S even more expensive here because of shipping and tax and generally profit making add-ons. or maybe we're just poor, cheap students (looks up at american apparel with puppy dog eyes) who need to be sent free stuff.

NAomi

PS this being the 97th post, i declare that the 100th will be the joint one!!! the second joint post ever! it's ok, dont have to say anything, i can tell how excited everyone is.

*scream from outside and random man gets run over by incessant lawnmower*

...bye!

PPS thank you Mary Lee for that nice comment on the post in which i quote the Who :]

Tao..

2010-07-27T03:13:00.001-07:00

..bao!
Not Tao the brand, or Tao the model, but TaoBao, the Chinese eBay
(which was covered in an earlier post, I think, when I taobao-ed
Rodarte and it came up with the Christian Louboutin for Rodarte
heels).
Once again, I have searched for Rodarte in TaoBao and it came up with this.
From the Rodarte for Target collection!
59 kuai! I mean, 59 RMB <the chinese currency, in case you didn't
know. and kuai is like...slang.
For a reference point, 59 RMB = 5.6 pounds = 8.7 US dollars.
Which is cheap. Right?
And look at it. It's a shirt. Made from tulle. With bows.
Now I really wish I hadn't spent all my money on an Indiana Jones t
shirt and false eyelashes.

Zaijian,

Hannah

P.S Um, yknow, I do wish I could comment on everyone's blogs. But
because of the proxy issues, I can't comment on my own blog, let alone
all of you guys' awesome blogs. So, sorry. Not that you care. *cough*

This is embarrassing.

2010-07-27T02:44:00.001-07:00

I and my fellow blogger (that's correct grammar..I think. At this point, who knows.) did not in fact realise that drafts counted as posts. And we had about 5 drafts.
So, this is actually the 95th post!
And that previous post was actually the 94th post.
Don't you just love bloggers who can barely count?
Anyway, be excited! The 99th and 100th posts are very close!
*crickets chirp in the distance*
Yep, thought so.
So, I'd better get writing~

Hannah

P.S Look at Naomi's socks. They're cool.

i'm comin' down fast but don't let me break you-uuu

2010-07-26T23:11:00.001-07:00

I noticed that there are pretty much zilch blogs these days that don't reference some kind of popular culture in every post they do (in this particular post, I am using the Beatles as an...example, let us say). Including me and Hannah, I admit (Yes! Grammar!).

Anyway, before the innumerable amounts of pictures from the weekend come and victimize people, here is just a nice picture of…my feet. I am pretty sure it has not been seen before but, if it has, someone tell me and I will delete it in shame :].

Anyway, socks that I found in the back of my closet, and shoes from under Macdonald's.

Wow, I am not really certain I wrote this before. Okay, checking (Goes on proxy…)…

Can't find it. Let's hope for the best. Now I will go on picnik or fotoflexer or pixlr and edit some pictures in a lazy way, and try to finish my essay (entitled 'Etymology, Polysimy, and the Meaning of Life, so much fun), look for French cooking classes like the great friend I am, and other normal, non-weirdass things like that.

Auf weidersehen, Naomi

(For our faithful reader, "Zuckerbackerei" :D)

PS: wow...I have never used so many parentheses in a single post before...or ellipses...

PPS: the bag in the background is the Northface, bought as an emergency bookbag for my days at school in New York, the white thing is a silk scarf from the silk market in Beijing, and those pink flats are from the department store in New York, Century 21, some Italian brand. I wore them in some obscure archived post. Just to say.

P.S Hannah here. I am vandalising Naomi's awesome post ( I love your socks. Shh.) to say that this is the 99th post on our blog! Woo! Right? Anyone else excited? Only me? ..Ok. And comments! Please? *tries not to look desperate*

hello world, I'm your wild girl

2010-07-26T07:10:00.001-07:00

Just watched The Runaways.
Cherrybomb, anyone?
Anyway, sorry for not posting.. Naomi came over to my house for two
days and in the midst of the typical teenage all nighters and
shopping, the blog was forgotten. And my camera was lost. Well, Naomi
accidentally took it home. But if you know her brother...*dark look*
I doubt anyone really noticed our absence, except for me! I count, ok?!
So, here's a close up of that bag that made an appearance in a few
photos, back when it was still chained and whole.
Since I have no camera, I won't be posting any new pictures until
I...find one. My dad's incredibly intimidating giant lens-ed camera
will have to do.

Adieu,

Hannah

P.S Go down to the post with the scary picture and comment!

replying to comments: a post.

2010-07-22T09:34:00.001-07:00

Right.
I'm sorry.
Due to proxy issues (if you look through our archives you'll see that phrase a lot) Naomi and I (OH YEAH, GRAMMAR) are unable to reply to any comments. So here's a post to reply to them!
Well, would it be weird to reply to them individually? I'm not sure what to do.
Hmm. I don't know if replying to comments is even normal.
Okay, so, I just want to say thank you to everyone who commented :)
Our little blog actually has readers!
Thank you Anthea, DustInMyWind, Zuckerbäckerin, and Foyin!
I love the dress too..although my parents did kind of gawk at the cut out and ask me where I was going to wear it.
And anyone reading this, just scroll on down to the previous post and comment. I kind of want to see the reactions of the general public.

Zaijian,

Hannah

Style Hawkers

looming over us all

what do work permits have to do with dyeing my hair?

I dance, again

they didn't photoshop me (this time)

this is vaguely related to the other post

strawberry dreams and custard creams

an imaginative title escapes me

ways to dress interestingly

and maybe it was the nicotine racing through my bloodstream but I felt light

new leaves and things

diced mangoes, come to me. i love you even though you make my mouth swell up

because he's jeff, and there's no known cure

I know that this is supposed to be a fashion blog

we ended up watching Kung Fu Panda 2 and eating way too much sushi

I LOVE SUNSHINE!

Hi!!!

doodle

things I've been doing while not posting- aka, a study in narcissism

I finally used my mini hat in an outfit.

I hate sunshine.

flashbacks to kaohsiung

sorry for being a terrible blog neglecter

posters and flyers and stickers on lockers

In fifteen days, my feet will dance too.

planes , trains , automobiles

if i die and go to hell real soon, it will appear to me as this room

all these mainstream teen emotions that i still can't place, none of us are busy so why don't we go back to your place?

is there anyone in the entire world that reads this blog that is doing the scholar's cup?

gimme a ticket for an aeroplane, I ain't got time to take a fast train

in fifteen days my feet will dance

apologies and cross-stiched dolphins and suchlike

managed to spend eight hundred dollars in four days, without really buying anything at all.

sick day

I'm pretty sure they photoshopped me in this photo because my legs are suspiciously slim

strawberries, honey and water

The Friday Sleepover- Post 1 of a vaguely related two post seriest

(s)he's like a rainbow

under cover of darkness

oh no don't close your eyes

happy pigs rule the world

announcement

toothpaste kisses

I'll give you anything, but I'll give you problems

big news and other things

roll over beethoven.

everybody put your hands up, everybody throw your hands up

oh men don't notice what they got, oh women think of that a lot

t-t-t-t-ta-ao bao (when I do that, it's either Bennie and the Jets or Changes. Elton and Bowie!)

*eats cheese puffs while lying on bed*

oh trixie

this is how I revise

hey guys...i never left...

squirrels

drawing bomb

redefine pretty, underline pretty with a highlighter pen and rewrite it

honeycomb socks

you never give me your money, you only give me your funny paper

curse "45 day free trials" of software.

a little while ago...

second hand dreams

fanfare for the common man

a few days of outfits (again, prolonging the time before i have to get off my butt and find my camera)

harroween style (or, a bad excuse for a come-back post)

storage methods for accessories

I need to work on my facial expressions.

my tiny pink hat

pancakes, soy sauce and goosebumps

feminism- you probably won't read this as it's too long

did anybody else...

cupcakes and vaguely russian feeling furry hats (the pictures that naomi didn't post, or at least some of them).

The Great Firewall Of China...wins again.

oh darling

for you blue

so i found my camera usb cable after approximately three minutes of desperate searching. also, un confession.

I'M BACK....crickets chirp...

wild horses couldn't drag me away

so I found this site..

i tried to think of a pun, "suno or later" being my best effort, I gave up and decided to write this instead.

i'm just a girl, little old me, no, don't let me out of your sight

eats cheese puffs while lying on bed

evil laughter fills the giant room where Google lives