One day in 2012, a cute girl decided to draw and made a blog. That girl was me. Like everybody else who had a blog and a handful of artsy projects, I felt like I was so unique, so different, so in the “bon chic bon genre” thing, and if anybody was to disagree with me, they must be either outrageous or religious.
One thing I realized, though, is that I definitely had more willpower back then. I didn’t sleep for days cooking my next cool project or drawing for this blog. I didn’t give a horse
shit what my peers were thinking, and most likely my peers didn’t give a lot of bat shit about me and my artsy projects, neither. I was resilient. Money was no issue.
Fast forward to now, I’m a goddamn content creator for a goddamn digital agency, mostly dealing with digital brand activation. I have this digital go-fever. I lost my touch in conventional methods of image making. Do I regret this? No. Here is where I wanted to be 4 years ago. I’m bloody grateful to where I’m standing now. BUT (ugh, of course there’s a but), from time to time I wonder where that cute little idealistic girl ran off to. I wonder what happened to that girl who changed dramastically in 4 years. At the end of the day, my answer is “I don’t know”. Always.
I’ve been away for 129361830 years at least. Abandoning this blog (a.k.a my baby that I’ve babysat since 2012) used to bring me a hurricane of guilt, soul depravity, and a holocaust of emptiness from the dark depth of my heart. Ok, exaggeration alert there.
I think a lot of bloggers out there -not just fashion- will agree with me that the blogosphere is dwindling, and it’s dwindling down hard. People have almost completely lost interest in text and reading in general.
There’s a lot to describe in a sentence.
When we read the sentence, “The blue sky above”, shits fly in our heads, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. That’s freedom in one single sentence and there are thousands of them in a single book.
books, books, books, books, books, books.
You actually get a lot of freedom from watching TVs also. Continue reading
This was the most debatable topic of the year 2015 for my mother and I. Each time I brought up this topic (or bought a secondhand item) my mother’s eyes and mouth go “WHAT?! ABSOLUTE NO! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN THINKING #[email protected]#$^!^@%^!!!!!”. Okay, she’s old school and she likes her stuff new and shiny. I get it. Me? I’m old school and I don’t care where I get my stuff.
To buy or not to buy?
The heated discussion first arises when I bought a preloved A&F denim shorts and a local handmade super awesome cowhide bag. I bought the A&F shorts for about $5 (or IDR 70000) and the super awesome cowhide bag for about $25 (IDR 320000). That felt super awesome because both things look super awesome when they arrive, and of course I dry cleaned them first at the nearest launderette. It felt like a super steal and super bargain. My mom agreed to disagree, though.
Yeah okay, maybe Abercrombie&Fitch and a local leather bag isn’t exactly luxury. You can start pitying me (you can ask me for my PayPal email if you’re willing to transfer some money for me). That’s fine and all. BUT! When I told my mom that I’m gonna save so that one day I could get an Hermes scarf from Reebonz, she went like, “YOU’D BETTER NOT BUY A
GODDAMN SCARF SECONDHAND, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT KIND OF SHIT EXISTS IN PEOPLE’S SCARVES!” (okay my mom didn’t use any curse word, they’re just for dramatic effects).
I hope you get what I mean. I’m kind of addicted to buying secondhand stuff as long as they’re in pristine condition, and so are some of my friends. But my mom and a lot of my other friends swear off buying stuff other people already used. They made a lot of sense, actually. But I still think laundry and dry cleaning your stuff basically made them new, right? So what’s the big deal? I mean, I wouldn’t buy an LV bag with a hole in the middle even if it’s 1/100 of its original price.
What do you think on preloved luxury and secondhand stuff in general? Big steal or big pile of bullcrap?
-The Dilly Chic-