For Fuchsiaboy

Ay naku, I'm on a roll today. This would be my third post after the blog silence of several days.

Prodded by Fuchsiaboy to write about my recent clothing ensemble, I'm doing his version of Fashion Diary. Alam mo naman akech, gaya gaya.

Recently I've been pulling a lot of blacks and whites from my closet. The same goes when I went shopping a couple of weekends back. It must be the holiday mood. Hihihihi.

However, I have a pragmatic reason for buying blacks, grays, whites, and browns - my new color palette - lately coz I'm frustrated with my washing machine mishaps of color bleeding. I have ruined dozens of shirts because of my legendary laundry skills (and don't get me started on ironing). I haven't gotten it right after all these months and I'm very embarrassed to confess that.

Hay if only I can get a maid! Choz!

So I reckoned, I might as well go to a more monochromatic direction for my clothes to save me from my laundry woes. I do a load of whites and grays and another load for the blacks and browns. Simple. (Please somebody tell me I'm doing the right combo here.)

My theme for 2009, thefore, is colorless... hmmm, more or less (unless you say white is a color or black is a color, that is very much debatable and I shall NOT venture there).

Without further talak, let's do some of Fuchsiaboy's Fashion Diary... this post is dedicated to you, bitch.

I found these drop-crotch pants (did I call it correctly?) from Khao San Road a month ago. These are from women, I think. But who fucking cares, I think they are ferosh. Paired with my Don Protasio sandals, it caused quite a stir when I once strutted it around BangCock.

Fuchsiaboy went into my head the moment I saw the shirt below and I knew right then that I would have to buy it in his name. Choz!

How Comme des Garcons slash Helmut Lang can it be? I love the layers! And those sleeves are perpetually creased coz they are stitched to another fabric inside, making the sleeves pretty much "two-ply". Such exquisite details, no?