>> After extending our stay in Bangkok three more days (we were supposed to leave on Sunday), I'm now pretty much all Thai-ed out. That doesn't mean I'm fatigued in any way of what has been an awesome week (note: awesome week generally means I neglect Typepad for a while) but I've now gotten my full share of all things Bangkok and fully ready to move on. The inevitable thing of course is that I will return later in the year as I've caught the bug for this city. I'm shipping out of Bangkok tonight on to Shanghai and Beijing, laden with Bangkok's finest wares – a beautiful navy lace and satin A/W 12-3 Disaya dress that features teacups, rabbits, cats and pearls and some Sretsis floral power from their imaginary S/S 12 deer-infested woodlands. The only downpoint I'd say about Bangkok is the number of underfed cats skulking about with bald patches, so it's good to see a few cuter and healthier ones illustrated on the Disaya dress. I also haven't worn a princess dress in a while. One that needs nothing else but some decent shoes but still, I resisted my inner Disney princess and bunged a shirt over it just to feel like I can go out and schlep around 7-11 in it. Like I said in my previous sugar Thai post, I'd also like to re-enact a soap opera scenario where I rip off the pearls in ultra dramatic fashion and throw them in the face of a character who has besmirched me. The Sretsis double power of floral print and floral applique was a no-brainer, especially when they're the sort of flowers that originate from an uncomplicated time when we only knew how to draw them with six simplistic petals and an emphatic circle in the middle. I also haven't worn a loud "Dad" jacket in a while. You know, when "Dad" decides to get fancy and puts on his party jacket to look "funky". Oh and yes, I'm reclaiming the word "funky". It's underused and misunderstood.
My body also bears the marks of Bangkok with my arms sprinkled with glitter and glue thanks to Praewa of Wib Wab Wub and her glitter tattoo skills. Praewa's also in an all-girl band called Yellow Fang, Bangkok's culmination point of Warpaint, Au Revoir Simone, School of Seven Bells and the like. Wib Wab Wub, her sideline gig is only seven weeks in business but already girls all over town have been marked by gradiated glitter tattoos in the shape of rainbows and shooting stars. As someone on Twitter pointed out, it's all a little bit Lisa Frank-ish but who doesn't want a bit of rainbow sticker/stationery power for two temporary weeks on the skin. I've also got some M&M juicy nails on thanks to Hive Salon's gel nail manicure that will stay put for at least three weeks without chipping, which is an exciting prospect. Pampering is everywhere in Bangkok and if I didn't come away with at least two mani/pedi's, a couple of massages and a few hours of dunking in a herbal infused bath, I wouldn't have done this city justice. At least, that's how it goes in my head.
(Disaya dress, bStore x Liberty shirt, navy tights, Nicholas Kirkwood shoes)