Monday 30 January 2006

I guess brands like Billabong and Quiksilver popularised the fashion of typography in apparel, which had its roots in surfwear but is now becoming a trend in everything from casuals to sub-formal, long-sleeved wear. And joining the hype are groups of lousy labels (and brand-pirates) who think that just by spraying, dripping and blotching paint over a bunch of sentences which absolutely make no sense (and even worse, are freakin' grammatically incorrect) they can make the cut as being fashionably up-to-date and give the stalwarts of the market a run for their money.

Apparently, they have in some ways, as they have garnered allegiance in the form of mostly metrosexual guys who think nothing of mixing and matching those tees with v-necks, outlandish pink and purple colours, and lousy, unfurtive english text. It pains and embarrasses me to spot people who commit such simple yet tragic fashion fiascos and yet behave as if they were proclaiming it's okay or that they're just naively stupid.

Tuesday 24 January 2006

Reading has made me realise one rather sad thing. It hit me that very often, I can't visualise or simply see as vividly as how a scene is written in a book. "It was bright autumn and the hem of my raincoat where I sat brushed a nest of curling leaves, all shapes. The sky through the bare forked branches was very clear and there were good smells in the air: fern and a hint of blackberry." Once, I sprawled on a safari bed reading when I just sat up and tried to imagine myself taking in my surroundings in such literary fashion.

Maybe I'm disillusioned to think that I can take what the books say as a form of truth, not in a direct sense here but in a rather, more literal way. Either that, or I've lost my sense of imagination to actually capture each and every sentiment that flitters through the atmosphere that surrounds me. I believe these elements do tingle the senses, but my senses aren't keen enough to be enraptured by it all in the least bit, and they are quickly lost to oblivion; beautiful moments of time just thrown to the wind. In other words, I could be simply failing to appreciate what's around me.