Hipster Eyeglasses: Guangzhou Stall | Bead Bracelets: H&M, Guangzhou Stall | Denim Vest: Greenhills Stall | Gingham Cropped Top: Folded and Hung | White Skirt: Forever 21 | Combat Boots: Doc Marten’s | Necklace: Accessorize | Red Oversized Satchel-Clutch: BCBG
They say, the truth shall set you free. Well, here it goes: I’m a hipster. I say this with nary a sense of guilt nor shame (but probably with a lot of pretenses considering I’m wearing eyeglasses with no grade–all hail the hipster kids with 20/20 vision!).
A few days ago, I had a discussion regarding hipsters with my good friend Dada, who had vocally expressed her distaste for the hipster trend from time immemorial. I told her that I’ve finally come to terms with the truth and I’m bringing the hipster out of the closet, so she can either learn to accept it or haters to the left. A few moments after I dropped the bomb, she replied with a grudging: “Yeah well, I figured I was one too.”
That conversation served as the basis for my inspiration this Valentine’s season but, before I go into detail about that, here are a few more outfit photos:
I seriously dig the whole sheepish candid hipster look. It just amuses me to wit’s end. In real life, I am sheepish in front of the camera so to make up for the whole narcissistic trope, I make the world’s goofiest faces!
As we all know, Valentine’s is just around the corner. The thing is, I was never really one for the occasion. I wasn’t a huge fan of romance back then hence it wasn’t something I practiced.
Hard to imagine, huh? I sound like Satan’s spawn but well, have you seen the latest episode of New Girl? You know Nick’s un-labeled sort-of girlfriend Julia played by my ultimate tv actress crush: Lizzy Caplan? The pretentious lawyer who was tough on the outside but was pretty much just like every other girl on the inside? Well, that was me.
Pretentious, right? In fact, last year, I spent Valentine’s on the plane with my un-single friend Weesa, on our merry way to Guangzhou!
But this year’s a different story.
Like Julia, my distaste for anything sweet and mushy is a mere front. In reality, I’m your typical girly-girl who appreciates and revels on big gestures–I can be pretty sweet too, even if it’s hard to believe. I’m not exactly the most vocal person out there, I’m very shy, but deep inside… (hihihihi)
If you’ve read my previous posts (the one about New Year and the one about Excess baggage), then I reckon you know that I’ve made a pledge to try out “new things” and to welcome a lot of “firsts” this year. So to commemorate said promises, I’ve decided to take the first step by changing my mindset on the occasion and to jump on board with this world-wide renowned event!
Except I don’t do things half-baked, so I’m doing it my way, three days shy from the 14th–because Valentine’s is too mainstream.
So let’s re-cap: hipster + pretentious + Valentine’s + try new things = the ultimate un-Valentine’s celebration. Coupled with the fact that it’s leap year (the only time where you can take chivalry out of men’s hands and take over), well… surprise, surprise!!!
This idea came into fruition three weeks ago, while I was preparing to go to sleep. I wanted to map out my Valentine’s day plan but had no strategy. Working around the hipster theme, I thought of planes–so I researched on sky-diving. However, sky-diving was a seasonal activity done during the BER seasons and in Cebu, no less. So there was no way that would be possible.
Then I thought it would be awesome to sit next to a real-life pilot and driving a jet–so I contacted my pilot friend who was unfortunately, out of the country. Because I could not garner a response and had the lowest EQ known to mankind, I evaded sleep to do my research online. A few moments later, I mistakenly clicked on a random site that had something called “ultra-light flying.” So I did some more research on the subject, typed said phrase on google, and added the word: “Philippines.” Within minutes: voila!–I landed on the site of the Angeles Flight Club.
Psyched, I booked my reservations the day after and set the scheme to motion!
Thankfully, my feng shui was in order this year. Blessed with ample luck, I got through the last set of tolls without a glitch. But that wasn’t just it because the Angeles Flight Club was situated in God-knows-where, Philippines.
Thankfully, I was a girl scout in my past life, so I came slightly prepared with a print-out made of paragraphs and run-ons, to which the website referred to as “instructions.”
I figured I’d wing it, to the point that I didn’t even bother reading said directions the days prior. I just printed it out in size 8 font and taped it to my planner. I started reading it while I was driving at 120 kph/hour (later on, I realized I couldn’t make out the words so I decided to tear the offensive piece of paper from my planner and stuck it on the wheel).
Once again, “lucky” me got to the place (with ravenous terrains and dirt roads) without further hindrances or obstacles. On time for my reservations, might I add!
Surprise, surprise! He woke up to the view I posted above. Colorful planes littered on the field, with a few floating overhead. Awesome scene! I had him strapped on for his dear life, with the opportunity to steer the contraption.
So planes–check, hipster plaid polo on me–check, polaroids–check! Couldn’t get any more hipster than that!!!