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Hands down, my favourite thing to put on my bottom half has to be my Voronoi pant. When I put em on, I can’t stop stroking my thighs and putting my hands on my ass pockets in brazen displays of public self-love. It’s simply because the fabric feels so fucking good. It’s like the smoothest twill evar! In the light, the charcoal colour takes on a slight greencast or yellowcast depending on the angle, iridescent like mother of pearl. The weight is fucking nonexistent and yet, it stands up to abuse. The roomy top block means I can stuff more food in my face whilst the trimmed down legs and silhouette ensure I am forever sexy. You fucking wish you were stroking the inside of my ass pocket. I’ve had various other favourite pants/shorts in the course of my life but these are simply the best. Time worn denim jeans, $10 camo print shorts, tailored performance, high fashunz… whatever.


And then we have the Blazer LT, which is so BAWSE LEVEL. I rook rike Bae Yong Joon is what it’s like. It’s the perfect blazer for me. Informal, with a slightly crinkly fabric that still manages to look crispy and sharp. It’s like my Raf blazer, except better. It’s lightweight, breathable, water (at least until the next reproof) and wind resistant. There’s also no visible external shit. No buttons, no noticeable pockets. Nothing. You don’t notice my wallet or my phone hanging there. There’s not even snap buttons. For stealth purposes, Veilance prefers to use these slide buttons that make little noise. The collar pops beautiful too. Worn open, it’s like fashunz. Worn closed, it’s like I’m so seriouz.

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Next up, we be gettin’ da Insulated Field Jacket and probably a Graph Sweater plus Component Shirt.


A long time ago, I made a post listing my watch progression. It went like this eventually. I like totally stopped liking subs.

  1. Casio Databank Calculator Watch CA53W
  2. Casio G-Shock GW5600J
  3. Uniform Wares 103 Gray
  4. Seiko SNN233

And it stopped dead. Well, I’ve just been lusting after a lot of watches, some wayyyy out of my league but still, a boy can dream can’t he? Anyway, here’s my updated list. I’ve added a few. Most are pretty classic and simple but beautiful yet functional. My tastes tend toward the boring I suppose. Note that some of the pictures are not of the exact model but visually are exactly the same. Pics ripped shamelessly from google image search.

  1. Nomos Orion w stainless steel back. Attainable, super slim and utterly gorgeousNomos-Orion-38-1
  2. Casio G-Shock GDX6900FB-8B. Smoke gray son.casio-g-shock-gd-x6900-collection-1
  3. Sinn 856S UTC. Still probably one of my favourites ever.sinn856sutc
  4. Citizen Astrodea w cream dial. How sick is the starmap?OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
  5. Omega Speedmaster. Boring yes but sometimes classics are just what you want.omega_speedmaster
  6. IWC Portuguese Chrono w rose gold case / brown alligator strap. Still a grail in every sense of the word.iwc_portugieser-chrono_iw371480_usp_s18214_1_filtered
  7. A. Lange & Söhne Lange 1 w white gold case. The new uber grail.ALangeandSohneLangeOneSteel-3

So after buying my new camera, I’ve spent a good bit of time on Youtube, photoforums, flickr and the like and notice that a lot of dickheads like to pimp out their cameras. Some dudes do it in the name of ergonomy whilst others are just unabashed in how they just wanna personalize their junk. Anyway, looking at all the shit they’ve got made me want to pimp out my X-E1 as well.

My theme is all black everything (what else?) Here’s what I got so far.

  1. Helios 44M-4. At 58/2, this is a good, cheap and reasonably fast lens that’s also quite well known as being a swirly bokeh producer. I wanted a tighter lens and at US$47 shipped, it came in pretty damn good condition. I’d hesitated for a long time because I kept reading horror stories about how ebay sellers exaggerate grossly but my 1987 copy came via emjaybe63 and is in pretty excellent condition with just a few specks of dust and cleaning marks. The exterior looks near new.
  2. M42-FX Adapter. I got this from ebay seller weakpotoman. The name sounds dumb but the adapter is fine. Just US$12 and fits fine. The only peeve I have with this setup is that the lens isn’t facing up the right way. The aperture and focal distance markings are all facing down so I can’t actually see them at all on the lens barrel. This sucks. The total size and weight of the camera is a bit more substantial now but it’s still quite fine.
  3. Matte black soft release. Off ebay again, from i-buy for US$2 a pop. I can’t ever imagine paying $20/30 for some “precision CNCed” piece of crap with a tiny little bug print or piece of exotic hardwood or whatever after I got this.
  4. DSPTCH Standard Sling. This one was a bit of a nightmare. First off, with shipping, it’s not cheap at all. US$68 and really, it’s just milspec webbing and simple design. Of all the slings out there, this was the one that most fit with what I wanted but I think I just got pulled by the marketing and the lack of vowels in the branding. Second problem was it took one bloody month to get down under. One month! I had shit shipped to me from the States in 2 days before. This took a whole month and it cost me US$24, almost a third of the cost. 3rd problem was it took me a while to figure out how to get the loops to attach to the lugs. Eventually, I found the explanation on the website itself. All in, I’m satisfied with the strap even if there was a bit of hassle.

Next up is to save up for the Fujifilm XF 18mm f/2 and maybe just throw down for an Industar 69 28mm f/2.8 + M39-FX adapter for kicks.




At 32, I keep reliving my childhood. Back when you were 5, you had some say in what you could/could not do/have/say/think. Your parents or guardians dictated what was to happen. Myself, being of a rather meek Asian persuasion, dutifully did as I was told. Now that I’m post 30 and not just moved out the house but the country even, I suppose I can finally chase those dreams of when I was 5.

Today, I finally get to wear shoes with velcro closures again.

Thoughts so far, these fit just like Common Projects. They do, however, feel a bit heavier for some reason. Very happy with the all black and for $250 shipped, about half or less than half retail. I’ve always kept an eye out for these online. I came across a pair on eBay with a bid of $220 or something. I put in a bid just for kicks, thinking that I’d never get it and promptly forgot about it. Then a week later, I get an email saying I won. Wow. Oh ok!

My incumbent backpack is a Herschel Heritage with fake leather bottom and that stupid leather patch thingey you see everywhere nowadays. I bought it off Urban Outfitters (with a coupon!) at the height of the hipster vintage craft movement outdoorsy trend in the US. Cycle forward one year to today and it’s hit Australia full tilt. Because I’m such an elitist, I don’t want to look like everyone else, I need a new backpack.

Actually, the strap tore off halfway back on my holiday in April/May. I can’t imagine it to be of very good quality if it broke on a city walking tour. You get what you pay for. In this case, I can’t complain because it was like $50 shipped. So I’ve been hunting one down since it did. I actually really liked the Nike ACG Steel City II. I saw a tonal teal colored version in Harajuku’s Nike Store but didn’t kop because my girlfriend hated it. Regret. Can’t find it anywhere online. I did find a tonal white/gray one that’s not too bad.

See that teal colored zip on the right? Imagine if the whole bag was a tonal version of that. I like this bag somewhat because it has a strap system and design that’s reminiscent of that massive Raf X Eastpak one. Actually if that cost a lot less, it’d  be my first choice still.

Another option I like is the Arcteryx Spear 20. I like the shape, the form and the forest green (deep dusk) colorway. Found it on a Japanese webstore for around $155 not including shipping. However there’s plenty of American websites that sell it for a lot closer to $100, except no forest green. The Spear 25 comes with even more features like pen holders and a felt lined delicates pocket plus water bottle pockets on the side for maybe $20-30 more. At this juncture, it appears that the all black Spear 20 is the frontrunner. I just keep getting the feeling that the ones I see on Japanese websites and the like are different from the American/Canadian shit. Maybe they just know how to take better product shot in J-land.

*Found it on Beams Online shop for 10500JPY!

**Kopped it from a UK based webstore for $140 shipped!

But you gotta have options. Like the Mission Workshop Arkiv System. I mean, it’s like expensive hipster. Really good looking materials, more rustic aesthetics if you pick like washed black or washed tan canvas or more technical if you go all black. I like the rolltop enclosure and waterproof materials and the best bit is the configurability. You get to pick and choose whatever accessories and pouches you want. Like a laptop pouch or a handphone thingey from a selection. It’s not exhaustive but it’s the fact that you get input on it. The one below is the R2. It’s got these rails on the front to attach stuff to. In the pic, it’s a folio attachment. With the R6, you can pick between a 20L and 40L size and it has guide rails on the front and sides. The cost for the pack alone is over $200 and after a reasonable selection of accessories, you’re standing a lot closer to $3-400. Add shipping to Australia ($90) and it’s just out of the question. A coupla bike shops and Georges Camera in Sydney sell some already finished Mission Workshop bags but they’re not the ones I want.

Another option I got is the Timbuk2 Especial Tres. Don’t care much for the name but the pack itself seems functional. The only thing I don’t like about Timbuk2 designs is that they tend to have this Euro backpacker, responsible Earth citizen vibe. I hate their logo design even if I think that the company is pretty cool. This Timbuk2 is one of the few I like. Mostly for the functional aspect whilst the aesthetic is merely passable. It’s water resistant, rolltop enclosure that can also fold down normally, lots of pockets and very expandable. Probably the best one of my selection for travelling and actually being useful.

Back in January 2009, I kopped a pair of Skull 5010xx from Queen’s Couture in Singapore’s Heeren which has transformed itself into The Denim Store at the Mandarin Gallery. I doled out what was then, an absurd amount, I think around 4 SG bills for the privilege to have a pair of Levi’s repros with authentic but shitty cotton stitching.

The first year I wore it, it didn’t really change much but now, about 3 and a half years in, it’s got significant signs of wear and undergone a lot of repairs, particularly to the crotchal region. The color itself isn’t too faded overall because I seldom washed it, something my mom and gf think is horrendous.

The following photos are a detail of the wear on the jeans. The back right pocket, where I store my wallet has blown out for the second time. This is mostly because Skull uses 100% cotton stitching to keep things true. The downside to this is that it wears out super quick and I get holes in my pockets inside, outside and on the belt loops. The back yoke has also given way, probably because I was wearing it really low slung the last two months and gained too much weight. So now, there’s a gaping hole on the left backside and chicks can check out my polka dot undies. I’ve stopped wearing it for a month now.

Otherwise, there’s the usual honeycombs behind the knees and fading on the sides of the knees as well as all down the thighs. There’s a few spots of wear on the front, mostly from where I kept my keys. The two front pockets also have a bit of wear on the edges because my hands are often in them. One of the belt loops has come loose on one end, causing my camera to fall off at one point. Thank god I was just getting out the car at the time and noticed immediately. The leather patch also shows some wear and is flapping from one corner.

I love this pair of jeans. It’s probably the sickest pair I’ve ever had. It isn’t the most flattering cut on me but I love them all the same. I have to admit, when I first had them, I had a bit of buyer’s remorse but because I bought the jeans in Singapore and already left for Sydney, I couldn’t return them and didn’t want to try and sell em. So I stuck with em through the really stiff phase at the beginning until today. Once it started conforming to my body, be it fat or fatter, the regret turned into love. It’s at the point now where I’m retiring them because it’s getting to the point where the repairs are almost costing as much as buying another pair but I’m gonna keep it around just because.

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Ok today we head out to Garosugil in Sinsa-dong, which is the trendy hipster fashion street. Anybody who knows about Korean fashion, knows that they’re run online and there, you can find all kinds of cheap and super trendy clothes for both guys and girls. On those websites, you’ll see every piece modeled with like 200 fitpics, for each colorway with uber chic backdrops so they look extra stylish with that clearly ripped off Rick Owens or Ann D steez. And where they take those damn photos is in Garosugil. Matter of fact, 5 minutes into the street, I see this mofo pretending to answer the phone while crossing the street looking the wrong way whilst some photog snaps away with his Canon 5000D or someshit. It’s so hipster, my mate went there last year and told me a dude was giving Tours Les Jours munchies on a bike with a fake moustache.

I like one of the first stores, which sells glasses. It’s called like ALO or somesuch. Apparently, it’s a chain of upscale spectacle shops in Seoul. 5 minutes after I stepped off the plane and met THE DAD, I already had glasses envy and at ALO, I really wanted to bag this pair of pseudo Swissflex frames in a matte black finish, with the screwless, pop in hinges and nosepads. It was about 139000W excl. lens. Not cheap but close to the perfect frame for me. But I hesitate and we go down the street, looking at shops. Mostly I had to look at girl’s shit. There was one big store that had super overpriced Norse Projects and other hipster labels. There’s like a Marimekko store and a lot of other stuff too. Some of it so achingly hipster, I felt like I needed to break out my Walkman just to keep up. This Busker Busker song below is everywhere btw.

Lunchtime provides a welcome break from my deluded and hypocritical anti hipsterism considering I must be what other people would call a hipster. I have a blog. I take photos of food. I like eco/organic/zen/responsible/local… I’m hungry. We go to this “Italian” style place, which generally serves a lotta pasta and pizza. Now, I’ve been told by my friends that if it’s your first date in Korea, you gotta eat like cream pasta, or what people here refer to as carbonara. Pasta is expensive. It’s like 20000W which could get you a good feast at the galbi joint or about 4 McD’s/Lotterias. So it’s not the kinda place hipsters would go unless they’re rich hipsters or food focused hipsters. The place in question is called Blooming Garden. Pretty sure they’ve got no clue how Brits use the word blooming but whatever.

We get the lunch deal, which is entrees plus coffee plus bread plus a main of your choice and you just pay for the main. The bread arrives and it’s just way too much. One’s like squid ink and stuffed with shit and the other one is also stuffed with shit. There’s like sweet flavours and everything with the bread service. So wrong for me. I like simple, good, strong bread, little bit of salt and olive oil/butter. Just by itself, plain simple white/sourdough. They’re clearly trying because it’s nicely toasted and shit but they clearly haven’t had a good bread service. Entrees are weird too. I see all the pastas and pizzas on the menu and I get like a terrine slice with mushrooms, a French onion soup and little salade with a slice of ham. Yo we in a French joint now? Ok onto the mains. Now I had my misgivings about the bread and the starters but my main was good. A pasta with crayfish, bottarga, confit garlic and pancetta. The flavors work well, the pasta’s cooked well. It’s pretty damn good. Probably the best pasta I’ve had in yonks. It’s not knock my socks off great but it’s like a 7/10. I had a lotta shit pasta recently. Anyway, my gf’s carbonara comes with a soft cooked egg and is reasonably tasty but I don’t get why the girls like heavy cream sauce pastas like these. Simple, easy taste maybe. I liked em too when I was a kid. We finish with some coffee and get on with it.

A little bit more traipsing round Garosugil and we’re off to Gangnam, to meet up with a friend at a cafe. There’s like more cafe’s in Korea than there are anything else. Walk a bit and you’re sure to bump into one, proudly advertising new ice blended drinks or the fact that they burn uh I mean roast in house or whatever. Look, espresso stuff in Korea is about as good as Starbucks, which is fine and all until I learn that one of my gf’s besties is a barista in training that has to do a six month course in coffee that includes info on everything imaginable. The kinda coffee course I was looking at in Sydney is like 3 days! Seriously, 6 months and you got the knowledge but you still can’t pull a shot worth a damn. I’m sure there must be decent/good coffee in Seoul. I’m sure it ain’t at no chain store. So I always order what the locals do, an iced americano, mostly because there’s this hipster Korean song by a guy called 10cm, even if he’s on about the hot version.

I think we skipped dinner because I’m having the runs. Since Busan status. Not good. Liquid shit sitch. 5 times a day sitch. Thank god Seoul’s toilets are like clean and nice.

The next day, it’s more hipster BS! We head to Hongdae, which is near a university and is filled with trendy shops, pubs, clubs, restaurants and whatever. There’s a big park and there’s a freakin’ expo of hipstermade goods in some kinda flea market. It’s the kind of place my mom would want to set up shop in selling her jewelry. It’s also very crowded and everyone’s cooler than me. We get some grub. I felt better today for some reason. First up was this little egg pastry thing, like an egg tart ish, kinda sweet but more eggy since it’s not a custard, just literally a baked egg. Next was a winner. The ice cream is like 1500W and you pick like a decent amount of flavors and you can mix up a few select combos as well. The one I had was coffee/cherry. Nifty low level soft serve ice cream. Heaps better than the bread ice cream/wafer in SG. You can also get the same thing but they swirl it like 20 times until you get a tower height ice cream on a cone. Liable to fall but great for dates concept.

There’s a nice design store, where they sell like some Korean designer stationery and misc product stuff. A massive coffeeshop, Coffeesmith is a chain and so on but the 1.5 height ceilings and all exposed everything are impressive. Everyone’s also drinking out of a transparent Capri-sonne bag and we queue up to get some fresh squeezed orange soda. Later, we go to the place that started the trend of using transparent sealable bags like these, Vinyl, a kooky little place that serves cocktails and more in the same bags but with their logo. I actually like the gimmick. We get some hot grub too. There’s something called the crazy/damnit burger with a long queue. It’s two pieces of toasted bread, a slice of spamlike stuff, fresh cabbage, tomato, mayo and bbq sauce. It’s good and cheap. Opposite is a version of Korean toast, with more toasted bread, ham, cheese, egg, cabbage and more ketchip/bbq/mayo. It really feels like street food.

Then we go to this little hole in the wall for some tempura/tteokbokki. It’s definitely a locals/students kinda joint. You pencil out your order on a clipboard menu and then wait for your call. You can try sitting at the counter or huddle up next door, in what must be their prep kitchen because I was sitting at the sink, with the knives in a cupboard below me and the supplies/fridge against the wall. It’s like the most insanely messy place ever and it’s small and confined and people are trying to get in after us. My girl gets the dashi soup, which they always give you free if you ask at any tteokbokki/tempura/oden joint. The tempura arrives and it’s nice, light, crunchy but so does the call to go back to Mokdong for supper with the family again!

We end up stuffed but grab some beers and chickin! Plus I get to chew on this dried and grilled squid that is so chewy, you have to pull in one direction beforehand to rip it into smaller, manageable pieces. It’s interesting and gives me something to do whilst I nod to stuff I have no clue about. Grandfather mentions Goh Chok Tong and Lee Kwan Yew and I’m like, “YEA!!!”. Even in Korea, they know about us. Incidentally, if you ever have Korean beer, get Max. It has some flavor. Cass and Hite are if you don’t drink beer.

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Ok, so my girlfriend is Korean which meant that on our holiday, we would go to South Korea. This would be my first trip ever to the land of kimchi and bulgogi. I already have decent experience with Korean food but was still able to try some new stuff that I really enjoyed. I love a lot of Korean food. Basically, if it’s not red or flavored with gochujang, I’m probably already a fan. Gae Jang, Pa Jeon, Ggori Gomtang, Dubu Doenjang Jigae, Jwipo, Ho Tteok, Kong Jaban. On the other hand, the red stuff bores me to tears. This is an issue I have noticed is a trend amongst many non-Koreans. Not to offend any Koreans, just sayin’; preferences and all that.

One big problem I had in Korea was the language. I could do words. Like hello, thanks, where’s the toilet, what’s the time etc. I couldn’t do sentences and faced with the scrutiny of my girl’s parents and grandparents not to mention her psychic priest aunt (more on this later), I was suffering. I spent a lot of my time smiling and nodding and laughing and trying to understand it all. I don’t think my girl provided much help translating or even trying to allow me to communicate. But that’s ok. In the end, a gift of Kim Chee Guan Bakkwa was enough to win over one set of grandparents whilst I got forcefed strawberries by the other. Like grandma held up berries to my mouth  forced. Apparently she likes me. I’m terrified of her. I guess at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter if you can’t speak the language as long as you can communicate somehow or at least show like you’re trying.

The first day we landed, we didn’t take long before we went out to dinner. My girl lives in this suburb called Mokdong (not completely unlike Chatswood in Sydney), which is like a semi posh, upper middle class kinda joint. There’s these two tall towers called Hyperion I and II and also 2 train stations and a couple big malls and stuff. Basically, whatever you might want, you can get it at Mokdong, minus a few luxury labels or more hipster BS. But we weren’t going to the mall. We went to this restaurant that has land unto itself, with a kid’s play area replete with swings and a garden growing what must be the veg they use right there. There’s a parking area plus a outdoor resting/waiting area that had a coupla fire pits with big flaming charcoal going. It was hot. They also provided these little awesome potatoes wrapped in foil that you can just chuck in the fire to roast. And if you wanted something to sip on, they had super sweet ginger tea, coffee, regular tea and hot chocolate plus water on tap, free. You just take a number and they call it out on the PA. It’s a family kinda joint, good for big groups and basically, they do BBQ smoked meats and we got the house special duck and pork belly. It is fantastic. Heaps better than anything I’ve had in Sydney. Really good deep smokey flavor with a hammy texture and you crisp the skin up a bit on the grill. The ban chan was on the minimal side but that little hot potato I had before, powdery soft inside and charred outside more than made up for it. Heunjae Ori is defo one of my faves.

Eating Korean food is definitely an extremely social, communal experience. Not unlike the Chinese banquets just more down to earth and casual. I tend to find myself belly inflated, palms behind my arse burping with pleasure after these meals. It’s just too much. And just how the hell can they do free flow sides I’ll never know!

Day 2! We get up and go. It’s a long drive to Ilsan, which is like this massive park, with a lake and little pagoda towers and wooden bridges and lotus flowers and the sidepaths are lined with the prettiest flowers and there’s a shitload of people. Everywhere, some mofo is lying down on a mat with some Chilsung cider and snacks basking in the afternoon sun. There’s a bloody flower expo going on and it is hella crowded. What was supposed to be a nice quiet romantic stroll in the park ended up more like an exercise in avoiding a rampaging horde of flower extremists. We bailed and had the requisite “Ice Americano” and went to the nearby mall type place, Western Dome, where I got to sample some proper Andong Jjimdak, which was pleasant and seethingly familiar to the point where I felt it was too familiar. It’s pretty much chicken marinated in soy and sugar together with some veg and cellophane noodles, almost Chinese food tasting. Shopping was the high point. I went to ABC Mart, which basically sells all kinds of sneakers and kopped a pair of Vans Authentics for less than $40. This is cheaper than online US retail. Australian stores sell it for $90. Insane. I even got the exact pair I wanted, maroon with brass eyelets. New Nike Roshe Runs could be had for $70. They don’t have the biggest selection ever but it is cheap, especially Vans.

Dinnertime was spent mostly in Mokdong, watching The Avengers at CGV and chillin’ at Paris Croissant, the upscale cafe version of Paris Baguette, a chain of pastry shops you can see almost anywhere. Despite the ubiquity, the quality of product is actually really good. If the top patisseries come from France or Japan, Korea’s best are just a step or two below. PB/PC and Tours Les Jours are great value for money and still really good quality. They also have import shops like Fauchon for instance.

Day 3! It’s time to take a side trip to Suwon, which is home to my housemate in Sydney and more importantly, her mom. Because her mom runs a galbi restaurant. Which means free, top notch grubs. We bummed a free meal and looked round a little bit of the walled city that is Suwon. It still retains this old wall that stretches pretty far with a few gates and pagodas and a river and stuff. Think Great Wall but mini scale. Almost forgot the cabbie that tried to murder us, throwing the car round corners and accelerating like a beast on acid. He also dropped us off in the wrong place. Thank god for iPhones and navigation training in army. HK’s mom’s galbi is really good too. This old guy brings out some super ashy charcoal and puts it in the table and a lady helps us cut it up and they use this old school black scissors with a towel wrapped on one handle for comfort to pry the meat off the bones. The ban chan is also really good.

At nighttime, we head to Myungdong, where I get to eat some Kalguksu, Kongguksu and get a haircut plus a dye job. I really like the haircut but the food is better. The Kalguksu is like dumpling noodle soup, really really good with a very interestingly Korean flavor profile that I like. I really always think Korean food is somewhere between Chinese and Japanese. It really is, geographically and in terms of flavors and Kalguksu is probably the dish that best represents this. But don’t get me wrong, it’s not a watered down version of someone else’s food. It’s Korean food. Kongguksu was the interesting option. It was cold green noodles served in a soy based broth. Nutty, grainy, cold. Like if you took a Spanish almond gazpacho, swopped out the almonds for soy beans and then chucked in cold zarusoba. Good but more novel than something I’d eat everyday. The Kalguksu though, is trumps.

Post Myungdong, was Dongdaemun, where we went into a shopping center that reminded me 100% of Qipu Lu in Shanghai, which is a den of cheap, fake fashion, crowded little stores, lots of bargaining and stuff. Actually, everytime I step out the subway in Korea onto the street, the wafting stink of sewage that smacks me also reminds me a lot of the metropolises in China. Thankfully, there’s a lot less pushing and shoving and people spitting everywhere. It’s a lot better organized and it feels very modern in some places but disparately so. You’ve got brand new on a sliver of land on the main strip next to decaying grimey old building next door. It feels like a city that’s expanded to its limits super fast but didn’t have the time to clean up properly. I like the streetfood concept in Korea. You have a stand or a stall or a guy on a bike or whatever and you kinda just stop, pay and eat right there, utensils provided if required. I didn’t however, enjoy the crapass sausage. It’s this bright red banger slathered in some gochujang based sauce that tasted like mushy starch, not sausage. I did enjoy the oden and the tempura and sikhae and stuff.

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Really feeling Alex Wang’s Fall 2012 collection. Patchwork colorblock sweaters and boxy outerwear and that sorta monochromatic look. Especially like the one look with all the bluish dark hues and the silhouettes in general. And that varsity with the leather sleeves…

I missed out on the +J Vest from S/S ’11 but hopefully not this time. There’s 4 things that I like. The duffel or field coat, depending on the price. The shawl collar is nice but probably fits like shit on me but the vest is a must kop. In green too.