Dusting off

Why hello there… it’s been awhile. 3 years. This blog has been sitting (digitally) on a shelf, gathering dust.

A lot has happened to the blogscape since. Instagram . Snapchat. Filters. The rise of global influencers and the local disdain of influencers. But on a more personal front, I guess in the midst of the digital landscape changing, I felt that Wottoncool served no purpose as a ‘fashion blog’. Thus, the silence. But, here I am, dusting off and re-embarking on an adventure of carving out a space to not take myself too seriously and to journal my thoughts, document life experiences, share interesting nuggets of news – on anything that interests me. Not just fashion.

The plan is to trawl through the Wottoncool archives to share snapshots that may or may not have seen the light of day. And then to slowly update less infrequently. Followed by a fresh look as a digital journal of sorts (i’m not good with labels, but essentially, Wottoncool will transform to cover a wider variety of topics/themes/subject matter that more accurately reflects my interests).

So welcome, to the start of the Wottoncool reboot.


Call me Crazy

Call me crazy, brought my Marni to the beach just because I could. Spent five hours baking under the lovely sun, stocking up on my vitamin D. Loads of sunscreen and sangrias were involved.

It was my day off, what can I say? 😀

Gotta make the most of it!

Consumerist I am

Retail intrigues me. The way people shop, their behaviour, consumption patterns and the subtleties that make the biggest difference fascinate me to no end. At my job, I get to observe and interact with people as they shop. My interest is piqued as I observe the processes that different people go through to reach their purchase or non-purchase decision. It’s one large part of the reason why I love my job, it constantly changes and everyday I learn something new, about customers, about retail and about myself.

It’s especially interesting because my way of shopping, I feel, vastly differs. I’m a quiet shopper. I dislike staff chatting with me or making recommendations or showing me how an item is worn (unless I’m at Abyzz) or crowding my space. I very much prefer discovering gems on my own, the process of searching and stumbling across something unexpectedly beautiful, enchanting, perhaps not in my typical style but something that could really work with my current wardrobe. Something at my own pace.

I’m weird that way, I know.

Anyway, this mini-revelation about my own shopping preference came to light by chance. On a whim, I thought I’d check out Reebonz Space at Clifford Centre and, if you followed my tweets @wearewottoncool, you’d already know this camper walked away poorer but happier!

With a Marni Shopping Tote, Dolce & Gabbana sleeveless tee and mercury shimmer blouse. (:

The funniest thing is I always lament that polka dots belong only on underwear (and maybe bikinis) but this bag grew on me the more I looked at it. The doll is retardedly cute AND at 30% off sale price, which is supposedly already marked down from retail price, i thought it was a fair purchase.

And D&G conjure up imagery animal prints. And I kept thinking to myself, ‘Since when did I like Italian design?!‘ But I suppose the bargain hunter in me also put back all the items that were clearly waayy over budget.

Honestly, I can’t wait to wear this shimmer top out. It’s uber delicate but AMAZING.









Brown and battered

Don’t these look like a picture of sturdy and stability?

Maneuver-able angle for the ankles, thick platform on the front, chunky heel (it’s almost like a wedge!) round the back and a nice wrap-around strap to make sure that your fore-feet and the rest of your legs are going in the same direction. (That last bit is so important, btw.) I love you Margiela.

Sigh. They were the most comfortable form of elevated footwear I owned, and I did love them with a passion, until the fore-foot portion decided to dislodge itself from the rest of the shoe.

The construction of this shoe is a little queer I think. I know nothing about shoe-making and what makes it balance/work, but I’m quite sure the whole thing isn’t anchored on the sole.

Okay actually I’m not even sure if that made sense, but the point is there is a gaping hole that needs to be fixed.

And then here’s another pair:

I too love this Marni pair with the pointed front and three metal barres across the front strap – that’s why I got these off an eBay seller with a perfect feedback score and claimed they were in splendid condition.

Far from it.

This pair is a sprained ankle waiting to happen: strained sole where it meets the platform, which makes for an off-centre heel that shifts towards the front and centre when you walk, or apply pressure in anyway.

Here you can see the crease on the sole just behind the platform, and below, how the right heel is slanted towards the left.

I haven’t even worn these out because they didn’t pass my test run (not the literal Usain Bolt kind). I couldn’t even stand without feeling like I was teetering on the edges of a potential first-class public embarrassment.

I desperately need a good cobbler who will fix it whatever it takes and won’t tell me stuff like “This is not shoe-making at all, no one is supposed to be able to walk in these shoes. I won’t repair them, because even if I glue it back the person might die wearing it.” That apparently is the case with my Margiela’s.

Help! Tell me how to fix it, where to fix it. These shoes have hardly worked their worth (bought at a massive cut off their retail price but hello it still cost me a heart-aching (now breaking) $200!) and they’re breaking down on me.

Marni and more

Marni had its new store’s official opening in Paragon last Friday. (Particularly auspicious if you ask the bloggers.. what with five events between 5.30pm and 10pm that night!)

We tagged along with Bagaholicboy to go have a look-see and discovered some awfully desirable metal and leather confections, and here are the case studies:

1. Clogs. The fashion’s footwear au courant, but in a plum patent, built on a solid wooden wedge, reinforced with metal strips, and a slingback to go around your ankle.

I swear this exists for the sole purpose of carving an insurmountable desire and void in my heart and imaginary shoe wall.

2. Aviators. Smooth and suave in a dark tint, but handsomely dorky with leather trim across the bridge and around the O.O circular lenses.

Both of which I thought were prefect add-ons to Sarah’s boyish monochrome get-up gearing up towards the Halloween weekend.

She had on a basic Zara shirt, black suspenders,  New Look flats, vintage Picard document bag and Tina Borg pants

that have unique pleating details at the knees. But sadly they are rather lost is the black.