Subdued Patterns are Heaven

I've been subconsciously collecting photos of patterns. 

I don't enjoy colors as much but patterns seem to make up for the lack of color. It gives a little umph to my outfit. The thing is, nobody is going to notice the subtle patterns that I've incorporated the outfit but the little details of patterns that I know that I had on my clothes that day made me happier every time I saw it being reflected on a mirror somewhere.

It's all about self-satisfaction.

Pick up a little bit of patterns here and there. Be a little happier.

l8r,

Jaz.

Of Vaginas, Clothes Stuff and Skateboard

This video from Refinery29 represents my belief. 
Not only that, it video-graphed my belief in the most beautiful form of flawed beauty which are vaginas, pretty clothes and skateboards.
I am a feminist and I am not one who throws around labels like an expired pizza. When I said that I am something, I take a really big pride in that. However, let me get the elephant out of the way here, I am not an irrational feminist where all I ever want to do is be better than men. Nope, I am a feminist because I want find the equilibrium between genders in peace. 
There are nothing that men can do that women can't and not a thing that women can do that men can't, other than the pregnancy stuff. But I have to say this, it is harder for women to break the conservative view of femininity than men with their masculinity. This is because men always have had a loud and clear booming voice in the society. Whereas women were reinforced since we were young that we are the secondary sex, that our voice is not as loud as the primary sex hence, can't be heard that well. We were trained to be timid and submissive. We don't have power over ourselves and that is terrifying.
Hence the video. Women can't do a lot of things such as speak their minds, stand over their partner, be independent, drive, have sexual desires, masturbate and skateboard. "Girls don't do that!" We were often told. But this video tells us otherwise. You can look as women-ly as you want and act as boyish as you want at the same time. 
Let's put genders aside shall we? Because there's no such thing as acting sissy like a girl or rough like a tomboy. There is only acting nice as a human being. Because that is all we are, aren't we? As long as we are nice to another human, who cares if you are a woman who enjoys masturbation and who cares if you're a guy who doesn't know how to change a flat tire. Not everybody can do what everybody else can do.
Be nice and respectful. And cool.
Plus, there's no such thing as "girls can't spread their legs wide while sitting." NOBODY should ever spread their legs while sitting. It is impolite and unappetizing. Nobody would wanna take a sip of soup while staring at your crotch. Trust, me it will never be a pretty sight for anybody.
l8r, Jaz.

Between "Not Beautiful" and "Ugly"

"Not beautiful" and "ugly" are two separate entities. I don't think that these two belongs in the same category as the opposite of beautiful.

Not beautiful: is a state of carefree-ness from the perception of beauty. Where you just don't give a fuck whether you are beautiful or not because you believe that beauty is superficial or you just never been that kind of girl. So, you don't label yourself as beautiful hence, you fall under that category of "not beautiful" and you feel perfectly empowered by it.

Ugly: on the other hand is a state of mind of perpetual hatred towards your exterior. You just can't believe that the person who's looking back at you is you and this usually happens due to the reinforcement from your society. You were probably told from back when you were young that your face is just bloody unappetizing. You didn't want to believe it at first but when you were told that you're ugly your entire life, you question yourself, "wait, am I really?" and you became what the society wanted you to be.

I want to say that I am in the "not beautiful" category but let's be real, I am ugly. I can't say that I hate my looks and care what other people think of me, well, I used too until I found out that the society don't give a fuck about me unless I am either famous, rich or dead. I can't say that I fall under the category of "not beautiful" because I feel ugly. 

You see, I was called ugly during my entire process of growing up. From primary school right up to my first few months in university. I was called ugly. At first, it hurts me that people keep making fun of my ugly teeth, my ugly eyes, my ugly skinny bony body, my non-existent boobs. I was locked in toilets and mocked in public. I was tripped, called names and bullied. I was used and stepped on. I was made to feel worthless about myself and when it was repeated once too often, I believed it. I believed that I was ugly and worthless. I can't remember the number of times I spent hating myself.

It took me such a long time to be okay with myself. I discovered fashion and it was just heaven for me. That was when I realized that beauty is just perception, ugliness is not something that I can change. I don't have any money for either a face-construction surgery or a boob job but I did have enough money for cheap-ass clothes. When I was wrapped in gorgeous pants or top or shoes, I felt, "yeah, I look good." I still felt ugly but at least, I felt good about being ugly and stylish about it.

Worthlessness on the other hand was a different story. It took me to a really deep dive with my first love and everything about me evolved. I felt worth it after he broke up with. That was one of the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I still feel ugly. Very much so. But I don't care enough to do anything about it. I don't give a fuck if my teeth are jongang and my boobs are non-existent. I don't have to wear bras and that is every girl's dream.

I do feel bloody stylish. And I know that I am.

Ugly or not beautiful, only you can tell who you are.

l8r,

Jaz. 

Inspiration and Stuff

Just some cool people with even cooler clothes and of course, the coolest style. I'd rock any of these, on every day of the week, every week of the month, every month of the year and lastly, every year of my existence.

Hope these pictures inspire you to ransack you wardrobe and try something out of your comfort zone because, why the hell not? Right?

l8r,

Jaz.

Word Vomit: Huh.

I've been swamped with work and assignments. I don't know what else to say but I'm tired. I thought I should just write it down to make myself feel better.

I don't think it worked.

l8r,

Jaz.

ICB: Trends

Welcome yet to another rendition of something I call, "I Call Bullshit" where I point to a stuff and literally call it bullshit. With reasons of course. 

So, what is it about trends that that tickles my ribs? In a gist, it is becoming too much. 

The present trend that is engulfing the world and consumerists shops are the 70s trends. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy fashion despite of it's era but we are taking the 70s trend by verbatim. Word by word. It is great that we are trying to create a culture of acceptance in fashion despite of its oddity but when everyone is trying to recreate, replicate I must say, the 70s trends, item by item, it kind sets me off. I don't mind if it is just one person who's  individuality explains in the 70s trend but everyone is dressing like my mom when she was a teenager. With their bell-sleeves, bell-bottoms, suede jackets and pants, with this and that. It's too much.

We lost our individuality while trying to keep up with the trend. That is the essential problem that I would like to call bullshit on. Don't we have any respect for our individuality that we spend our entire allowance on on trying to look like every other person who came out of the shop as we did? Damn. It infuriates me. It is like I am seeing a copy of a copy of a copy every time I turn my head. It infuriates me because I know we can do better when it comes to representing ourselves as a person. A person who is not the next person.  

There is no right and wrong in fashion but there is something that we've seem to neglect and that is our originality. We need more of that. I can't look at another store without seeing something related to the 70s. It. Is. Too. Much.

But I do love patterned pants. Haha.

l8r,

Jaz.

Dior SS 16: Damn......

Photos from Vogue.com

The title of this blog post would be sufficient to justify my feelings towards Dior's SS 16 collection. 

I think what makes this collection stands out is the paradoxical factor of it. Raf Simmons, the creative director of Christian Dior, was able to capture the essence of complexity and simplicity on one collection. I mean. what else could you want in a set of clothes if not the incomprehensible part of it? Isn't that what fashion is all about? 

However, I must say that I am more biased towards his masculine part of the collection. Mind you, the scalloped design was intricate and indeed beautiful but I am more of a suits, blazers and sleeveless blazer kind of gal.  Hence the reason why the pictures I chose encompasses of only the components that I love. Sorry. And you know what made the collection better? Or dare I say, the best? It is the pointy pilgrim-like shoes. 

It was love at first sight. And I don't even believe in love at first sight! But this is clothes, but I digress. 

What I felt when I first saw the pictures on Vogue this morning was similar to moments when I passed by a good looking and a great dresser guy or gal and with no control whatsoever, I would subconsciously utter the mono-syllabic word that is "dammnnnnn...." under my breath.

Damn... Just damn it Raf Simons. Damn...

l8r,

Jaz.

Contradistinctive Factor of Jaz | Saying

I had an idea in my head when I started "Jaz | Saying" and the idea was, "don't you fucking dare be anyone else." and I know the idea sounded rather crude or impolite but it needed to be said.

I created this blog because I was frustrated with the content of my previous blog. I've read a lot of fashion blogs and what my previous blog, dammitjaz, did was trying to be like the countless of blogs that I read. Hence, the fucking content that was vomited upon that blog did not come from me. It came from what I read and I think a fashion blog should look and sound like. Hell, I was wrong.

I hated the content that I had written and I hated the clothes that I styled. I was drowning in an ocean banality in fashion when fashion itself could never be banal in the first place. So, that was when I realized that I fucked this blog up so bad, there was not a point from which I could return to other than starting the whole thing up from scratch. Again.

Thus the birth of Jaz | Saying. This platform is for me and myself. This is a platform on which I could be selfish and say I what I want to say, not what the society expects of on a blog about clothes. I am funny, I am weird and I have opinions. I am not here to tell you what to and what not to wear. That is your fucking decision, don't put it on me. I am for whatever reasons you need me to be. May be it be good or bad such as 

a) I could be the person you love to look at when you scan through shitloads of fashion blogs.

or

b) I could be the silly girl who wears outrageous clothes that you just love to hate.

Jaz | Saying needs a contradistinctive factor to set itself apart from the gazillions of fashion blogs out there and I genuinely think that the embodiement of the contradistinctive factor mentioned earlier is myself. 

l8r,

Jaz.

How Do Bloggers Take Their Photos? Shit.

Shit. I need a bloody photographer. I cannot photograph my outfit even if my life depends on it. I've been really proud of my looks recently but I have no idea how to document it. Well, another thing to put on my to-do-list: learn how to document your outfits professionally. How do bloggers do it?