[Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse wave to visitors as they display their Chinese New Year costumes designed by Hong Kong fashion designer Vivienne Tam at Hong Kong Disneyland]
Did you know that there are floor levels underneath disneyland? Underground disneyland is where they cook all the food, where there are many many employees, how they evacuate sick/hurt people, etc. It's where all the REAL magic happens, like, that's how they make it smell like food everywhere you go. And of course, food = more $$ for Disneyland!
I sort of want to get hurt the next time I go to Disneyland, just so I can see the "secret" underground part!
Of course, many of you have seen this already. [Sarah Jessica Parker at a Sex and the City premiere] but I couldn't just not blog about it could I? I know her hat doesn't involve anything peacock like, but the shape and essence of it reminds me of a peacock.
This dress isn't terribly special, but the ruffles are borderline cute and the color of this dress looks stunning with her skin tone.
This outfit I love, partially because the material looks so fun and flowing, etc. etc. and the bow around the waist is pretty and flattering. I want to reach out and touch the fabric!
Another sombrero! What do you think of these huge bows plopped right on top of your stomach?
This dress is more betsey-johnson-esque than I thought would be ever be in this runway show, but the lace and all is still very feminine and pretty :]
A box-shaped jacket. And daisies. I don't have much input for this one, but I can't decide if that means I like it or I don't.
The neckline. The collar. That's really cool
Who ordered the birthday cake? Okay, I'll stop now I respect Christian Dior you know I do.
That necklace! If you are ever looking for a bold statement piece with animal print, this is the way to go.
... Do you want your chest to look like a fish tail/fin too?
I'm in a mermaid mood today...and I do not know why. This elegant dress is something I'd imagine a land-version of some queen mermaid to wear.
It takes amazing and incredible sewing skills to make a dress look like it has no shape yet so much shape and drapery and details and everything at the same time.
Pretty gown, not unique, but then again this isn't Haute Couture, so it's perfectly alright!
Okay this one isn't so much of a birthday cake now. The detailed belt makes this dress so wearable, I wonder what celeb is going to come out wearing this first.
I put this picture in because it disappoints me. (Got to show the good and bad, right?) Like something you would find in the teen prom section.
If there were such thing as a casual ball gown. This would be it. (I attempted sketching casual ball gowns once, it was interesting.)
Those bows from earlier in the runway show have appeared again! (This was the last outfit, sorry these are out of order). At first I thought this would be way better in color, but then I realized this nude color makes this dress way less cheesy.
I just had to show another sombrero pic. I wonder if the people at Christian Dior were aware of the international fashion show at Thailand that used these?
Dmitri Shostakovich (a famous musician/composer) once said "Good composers borrow, great composers steal". Now change the word "Composers" with "designers"
I just had to put in this dress too.The thing about this dress that I liked was the neckline. Oh, and the earrings!
The young woman, most likely in her twenties, ushered the last customers out of her popular boutique and closed the glass doors behind them. She tossed empty leftover hangers to the side of the boutique and sat down on a cushioned wooden chair. With expert hands, she grabbed tremendously sharp scissors and hacked away at large pieces of fabric in front of her. With a twist of her hands and a neat flourish, she folded the newly shaped pieces of fabric and shoved it under a sewing machine with such intensity that the table shook underneath her. She started to ease the fabric under a sewing machine, letting it dutifully turn two pieces of fabric into one. After an hour of hunching over her table and sewing machine, she slipped her finished garment, a draped satin dress, over a mannequin in the front of the boutique. Seemingly satisfied with her work, she dimmed the lights and slipped on a long jacket, one of her own, and left the boutique without acknowleding any citizens in the street. A few of the friendly "regulars" who frequented the street waved in silence since, for all they knew, she had no identity. As the woman walked out under a streetlight and buttoned her jacket, the outline of her body started to blend into the nighttime air, until she disappeared completely. The next day at exactly 6:00 am, the young woman returned to the store and dutifully sat down by her sewing machine. Right when she sat down, she jumped up, and as if she just remembered, she took off her jacket and put it on a hook on the wall. While it was on the hook, the end and sleeves of the jacket occasionally moved, even though there wasn't any wind or movement in the boutique. The sleeves of the jacket pointed towards the pictures above the woman's work table. These pictures were of previous boutique owners, who each had once been apprentices in the boutique. There were many pictures, of the previous owners when they first became interested in find a job, and afterwards when they passed on their position. The differences in the moody "before and after" pictures were vast. Those who had a confident sm ile seemed blurred into the background in later pictures, and in the background were rows of handmade clothes that surrounded them and made them appear smaller than they already were. The woman unlocked the front glass door as people began wandering by the window, looking entranced at the displayed clothes. She walked around...tidying up the boutique with a defiant attitude, but it was too late for her, as it was for all the previous owners before. Hurrying to the backroom before the customers came in, she went into the back "lounge" room. She took a sip from a bottle of water, hoping to sooth the constant regrest that nagged her everday. Memories of starting businesses, stress, loss of imagination, and worry raced through her head, but she sipped water, gripped her loose shirt, and sighed when the moment passed. She braced for the next memory. The silky shirt was smooth to the touch, and the way it made people happier when they wore it was unbelievable. People wore clothes not to just look good, but to help them feel and act better. The teenager, apprenticing in a boutique, thought about all this with wonder, but sitll refused to change her own outlook. She wanted to make clothes, use her imagination. This was a personal hobby for her (sewing, that is) yet the process was fun. The teenaged girl hated for her work to be criticized, and it showed. She was hesitant towards letting anybody see her accomplishments, and was unwilling to even talk to others about her recent creations. When somebody approaches her with innocent questions, wondering how she spends her day "apprenticing", her reaction is always the same. Blush. Close her eyes. Stutter. Run into the back room. Walking back into the main boutique, shirts fell from the display where they were usually perfectly stacked and balanced. It was as if they were taunting her, forcing her to remember that it was her fault for giving in. If only she had remained confident and if only she had persisted in believing that she could pull off any clothes or business opportunity. If only she had known that if you try very hard to make something happen for yourself and believe that you will, then you will succeed no matter what it is. Then she might not have disappeared.