Sad to say, most of us Asians aren’t naturally blessed with a swishy golden mane that we’ve often seen grace the pages of Cosmopolitan, and even along Orchard Road. I know you’ve momentarily took a lapse in your strut to ever so often stop and admire those lush locks casually tumbling about, and perhaps even parcelled out a notch of time to inwardly go “God, I hate her” before continuing your journey.
Having been down with the yearly post-Chinese New Year fever, flu and resident sore throat, I’ve been confined to the four walls that is my home. Sadly, as gorgeously decorated Mom made these minimalist walls to be, I still feel that the photos resting delicately on the piano top glare at me patronisingly, as Mom’s gorgeously handcrafted golden laughing Buddha narrows his eyes condescendingly at me, as I gobble down yet another steaming bowl of ‘Mom’s recovery porridge’.
It’s been 8 years since the last book of the Harry Potter series was released, and only 4 since the end of Potterheads’ favourite film franchise ended. I am one such instance of a millennial baby who literally grew up alongside Harry, Hermione and Ron.
Having spent my Primary school days poring over my tattered copy of the Philosopher’s Stone, (tattered due to the parental enforced regulations of Potter books having to be shared fairly between my sister and I) to nursing a broken heart by poring over Umbridge and the Order of the Phoenix.
My bestie and I were on our usual coffee blab-sess at the local Starbucks, when the subject made a strange segue and landed onto the subject of dogs in Singapore. C, my gal pal, remarked candidly that she’s been noticing a lot more people in Singapore, especially in the central area, sporting their all-new trend: Pugs.
People have coined minimalism as a tool in achieving freedom. A freedom from the overwhelming designs and colours or patterns. Somewhat of a real-life freedom from the stagnation and insane monotone of the hard-to-pronounce brands and labels of today.
Alas, Valentine’s Day is over; The ties swapped out for popped collars, the swanky leather loafers off and replaced by Havianas. Oh, what a world. Akin to seeing Cinderella lose the ballgown and back to her tattered rags, it’s as if the style and panache of our men ended along with the day of romance. How disappointing.
We could look all look like bun-heads with our specs shoved onto our acne-cream covered skin, but the moment we step out of the house, we girls treat it like a runway shoot; Sashay, Shantay!
Nonetheless, how are we to look our best with the style ambitions of a celebrity but without the budget? Well, here are a few tips to aid you in looking good, even if you were living on a budget’s the size of a hamster.