Certain cities just simply force one to be fashionable. Surrounding you with constant reminders, albeit many fashion victims.
Take Taipei, my current adopted city, for example. Never before have I felt the constant pressure to be fashion conscious. Albeit, I've not really lived in any of the other major fashion capitals of the world, like Tokyo, New York, LA or Paris just to name a few. But I have lived in London...
Though perhaps I just wasn't in a more fashion conscious frame of mind back in my collegiate days, nonetheless I never really felt the need to dress up all the time. Or urge to look like I've just stepped of the set of Gossip Girl or Sex and the City. To me, London was a very forgiving kind of fashion city, perhaps it was also my circle of friends, non-fashionistas the lot of us, but hey who can afford to look like Posh Spice on a shoe string budget? Well, frankly a lot of people can but I just couldn't be bothered. It was all about individuality back then or some unique brand or find I couldn't get back in Malaysia, or something punk and goth from Camden. Now though, I'm still all that plus It needs to be fashionable. Oh but fashionable is such a subjective word. But I wander...
Back to Taipei. I walk on the street and just feel so pressured. Fashion is something you need to relish, it's where you show your individuality. Here you have all these girls who are so trying to be what constitute locally as being hip. But I have to say most of them are just fashion victims or perhaps worst still just blend into each other. There this constant insistent need by the masses to go out all kitted out in false eyelashes, makeup and full gear. It all just leaves me thinking how tiring. This whole throng of fashionalbe copy-cats, who all read the same magazines and watch the same fashion oriented shows. How boring!
Though perhaps it is just my own boredom of seeing just Asian faces in the throng, all the time , looking all exactly alike. This constant sea of yellow is a far cry from the myriad of skin colours I get back home in KL.
So I concede.
Perhaps Mark is right, I do miss home.
ps: for those politically inclined, I myself am yellow and would proudly call myself a chink, thank you very much.
Take Taipei, my current adopted city, for example. Never before have I felt the constant pressure to be fashion conscious. Albeit, I've not really lived in any of the other major fashion capitals of the world, like Tokyo, New York, LA or Paris just to name a few. But I have lived in London...
Though perhaps I just wasn't in a more fashion conscious frame of mind back in my collegiate days, nonetheless I never really felt the need to dress up all the time. Or urge to look like I've just stepped of the set of Gossip Girl or Sex and the City. To me, London was a very forgiving kind of fashion city, perhaps it was also my circle of friends, non-fashionistas the lot of us, but hey who can afford to look like Posh Spice on a shoe string budget? Well, frankly a lot of people can but I just couldn't be bothered. It was all about individuality back then or some unique brand or find I couldn't get back in Malaysia, or something punk and goth from Camden. Now though, I'm still all that plus It needs to be fashionable. Oh but fashionable is such a subjective word. But I wander...
Back to Taipei. I walk on the street and just feel so pressured. Fashion is something you need to relish, it's where you show your individuality. Here you have all these girls who are so trying to be what constitute locally as being hip. But I have to say most of them are just fashion victims or perhaps worst still just blend into each other. There this constant insistent need by the masses to go out all kitted out in false eyelashes, makeup and full gear. It all just leaves me thinking how tiring. This whole throng of fashionalbe copy-cats, who all read the same magazines and watch the same fashion oriented shows. How boring!
Though perhaps it is just my own boredom of seeing just Asian faces in the throng, all the time , looking all exactly alike. This constant sea of yellow is a far cry from the myriad of skin colours I get back home in KL.
So I concede.
Perhaps Mark is right, I do miss home.
ps: for those politically inclined, I myself am yellow and would proudly call myself a chink, thank you very much.
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