HOW TO: Drown Yourself In Depression

Another title for this post could be "Watch The Victoria's Secret 2012 Fashion Show." The whole self-induced depression thing goes hand in hand really.

Like the rest of the male/female/LGBT/Western population (do they watch Victoria's Secret fashion shows in Asia?) I watched the Victoria's Secret 2012 Fashion Show and to be quite frank, I don't know what to do with myself. I have literally been anticipating this deliberate deterioration of my self esteem for months, to experience one hour of lingerie, legs for days, and torn emotions. I had to curl up on my silk duvet fluffed with eiderdown for fifteen minutes to collect myself. I cried actually - for several reasons...

I cried tears of joy: 1. Because I was unexplainably proud of the girls I felt like they were my own children 2. Justin Bieber was on the stage 3. Rihanna was on the stage 4. Candice got her own lil solo 5. Candice grabbed Rihanna's ass

Still, I found the tears of jealousy/sadness/depression much more overwhelming. I cried because: 1. Bruno Mars was on the stage 2. Candice did not open the show 3. They did not properly broadcast the aforementioned bum-grabbing 4. I DO NOT HAVE CANDICE SWANEPOEL'S BODY

Yup.... Yup, that's all. I will never be able to thank you enough, Victoria's Secret, for the extreme diet I am about to endure.

Brooke

Candice Or Nothing

Photography by Cass Bird for MUSE Summer 2012

Nowadays, editorials of this season seem to be filled with models decked out in brilliant, crisp prints, exploring the culture of a remote holiday destination, basking in the sun on the shore of some tropical island or ruddy-cheeked teens running through meadows, or even a girl posing in tribal print in the middle of the desert. Whatever it is that you're seeing in the mags for summer lately, it has something remarkably luxurious about it. The bright colours, the relaxing beaches, spas, european sceneries all seem so perfect, yet just out of our reach. However, Candice or Nothing for MUSE Summer 2012 brings something different to the rack. It portrays not the luxury, relaxation nor the exotic unfamiliarity of all the other spreads, but a boredom, a lazy idleness that just might have turned into some unlawful act. Though it sounds a little contrary, the late afternoon shoot with a (literally) dirtier, more masculine Candice than I'm sure any of us are used to seeing here on Fashion Street (look at that pullover in the 5th photo, gross) proves almost refreshing. I mean how does this not make you want to hang on the side of the street, smoking cigarettes with two guys you've probably never met before, and then later do some hoodrat things at a shipping port that you're forbidden from entering?

Brooke

Feeling Dark

Contrary to popular belief, wearing all black outfits doesn't always mean you are goth/on the verge of suicide. I repeat (pay attention Jamaican readers), wearing all black outfits does NOT always mean you are goth. In fact, for the most part nowadays, people who wear all black a lot are not goth/emo or anything at all, if not just stylish and poetic. I remember reading a quote a long time ago by a famous fashion designer, wish I could remember who now, who basically said that wearing black is a medium of poetry, after all which poets do you see wearing anything other than black? She wasn't being serious of course, but I actually do agree with her idea that wearing black is like poetry, I mean there are different impressions you can get from an all-black outfit as you can probably see from above - if you can't you have a problem, jk just style deprived. While there is the hardcore look, there's also an eccentric 1920's look, a laid-back look seen with Candice Swanepoel and Barbara Palvin, there's casual elegance in the chiffon lace dress above, and the carefree nineties teen look by Nikki Reed and Evan Rachel Wood in Thirteen. It all depends on fabrics and textures and accessories, yes? 

To date I probably have about 10 black pieces of clothing in my closet, but I am craving more, I just love black! There's so much you can say with one colour, so many shades and washes - and you can pair it with just about anything too! I remember when my mom used to forbid me from buying anything black and say that young girls/ladies should only wear colours, now I'm a serious advocate for anything black. What do you all think about wearing black? Is it totes your style, or do you wish it were?

Brooke