I'm a true desk jockey: a willing corporate drone. I find comfort in the simple satisfactions that punctuate the monotony of adulthood -- like the feeling when you find a new pen, cook your instant noodles al dente, or create the perfect pivot table. So when I say that I needed a trip to remind me of the pleasures that exist beyond my cubicle, I really mean it.
Hello! We are finally back from our month-long sabbatical older, wiser, taller, and smarter. If you're wondering what I look like now, find an old picture of me and stretch it slightly. Anyway, this past weekend I took a slight break from my busy schedule of staring at a wall to go to PARKSHOW, an art and fashion show featuring up-and-coming Canadian designers that took place in the Chinook Centre parkade.
What do Setos like anyway? To be honest, not much/nothing. We are a mean bunch and we are especially harsh when it comes to each other which is why we are all Very Well-Adjusted Adults. So what do we do when we're all home for the weekend? Have a showdown, of course, involving the only thing in this rotting world that matters: Vietnamese subs AKA bánh mì.
The very first time I ever ate bun bo hue was two summers ago when I was travelling with a few friends through Vietnam. We had just taken a twelve hour overnight train ride from Hanoi to Hue and despite the fact that we had just eaten a very good lunch, my friend Chris and I asked the waitress where would we be able to get a good bowl of the city's specialty dish. After some aimless wandering we miraculously managed to find it in a dingy, empty restaurant run by some cranky Vietnamese people who didn't speak English. It was delicious. That night, after dining on a rooftop patio, Chris and I went and ate another bowl on the side of the road.
I have always been anxious about many things -- spiders, death, sitting next to dirty windows -- to the point where I approach life the same way I approach trampolines: with great hesitance. But if clothing allows for one thing, it's the ability to live out an alter ego as someone else.
When a reputable source (Tumblr) said that Libras would take over the style game in 2016 I was like damn, this is my year. I opened my window, letting in the cool, January 1st air, and blew a kiss to the moon knowing that my dream of becoming a fashionista would finally come true. Then I started planning my ascent to become the style icon I was always destined to be.