Requiem

One more week before the final semester starts, here's hoping this final leg will end with fond memories instead of discord blossoming like dandelions in an untamed garden. I realised I'm losing friends in every school year due to childish rifts in group projects or misunderstandings due to these hungry children of Fama, lashing and lapping up every blunder made and blow it up to megalomaniacal proportions which results in a Cold War that thaws with some somewhat and a handful still in permafrost.

Like the goddess herself, these children of Fama revel in the power of their tongues, spreading their poison while retaining anonymity, and when confronted undergo a saintly transformation to a babe.

School woes aside, I am still not doing anything productive with my holidays and I thought Poshism would've kept me busy but no here I am scrolling endlessly through my (tumblr) dashboard, with the liking spam and the occasional reblog.

And the most happening thing to happen to me so far this month is the Topman/Topshop FW 2011 Launch Party (Singapore's a few seasons late, but oh well). Even then I was working as a "photographer"i.e. taking instagrams with ipads (with a sponsored top, I might add. Or boast. Though it's nothing much to boast about.) Lol. So professional~

Since there is an odd number of "photographers" and since I'm the only male so I have to work alone. ):
On the bright (sort of) side, I got to go backstage! Ahhh the world where no one have an inkling of what it's like and where all the chaos is. I usually have mixed feelings about being backstage be it in a production or in an event. One thing is the mess oh my god. But for this show, since it's held outdoors (bring back the carpark walkway please!), the heat and the BO is unbearable. Even though the pantheon of models look like classical Greek statues come to life they're still human. And they do human things. More like, what humanlings would do. Like playing pranks on each other, reading books, bitching about the in-charge in Swedish (or lilting English idk). Which is good because I need pictures of goofy models anyway.

Topshop is gorgeous but most of the pieces do not impress me at all. So it is a rather hit and miss affair, thankfully wit more hits than misses. Topman, same old generic man stuff. Here are some instagrams I took for Topshop and some photos from Kevin. Kicking myself in the balls for not bringing a camera. *stabs self*

Oh and this post made my day. Ultimate troll.