Saturday, October 04, 2014

mansur gavriel bucket bag

It's been a long time since I fell head over heels.

I was reminded of that old notorious feelings that I've buried deep inside. 

Wearing my favourites:
Primark atmosphere basic top
Uniqlo pants (that I practically live in now! every single person I've introduced this pants to, they end up buying two)
new favourite Mansur Gavriel bucket bag in Black-Blu
Zara kitten heels 

Friday, October 03, 2014

unhealthy competition

Recently as I was helping a friend get help for her escalating anxiety disorder, I was reminded of my last anxiety attack.  I would wake up in palpitations and shortness of breaths with a dreaded sinking feeling in my chest. Despite all I've learned in medical school, I felt incapable of accurately deciphering what was happening to my own body. I even had to have my colleague perform an ECG on me much to her amusement given that my age (not yet 30 at the time) skewed way off the epidemiology.

At the time I was immensely troubled by Bisou BonBon competitors who pretty much replicated our product line with their own 'twist' *rolls eyes* namely some distortion to the formulation, name play etc. Even when the idea of filling in a market gap was unbeknownst to me, I was already developing products that were fairly strangers to the local market. I believe this was why ChicPop (market ran by Tongue in Chic back in the good ole days well known in the early years for their well-rounded and quality selection of vendors) gave me a chance to showcase my products. I'm going to give you an example of many. Sure, I'm no creator of lotions and potions but I was quite sure at the time when I made plans for Mozzie-A-GoGo that there was not a locally-accessible insect-repelling balm. I know this because I was looking for one.. that and my customers tell me that they've never seen a product quite like Mozzie-A-GoGo at the time when I first introduced it. People don't realize the amount of labour I put into making a product and how every perspective pertaining to MAGG has been through a thought process right to it's tube packaging because I'm highly aware of the pungent and unrelenting scent of citronella. OK fine you will have to excuse the label as I was, and am still, relatively rubbish with design and thought hundreds of stars encapsulating the product name would make it appear more awesome! I know better now LOL. I digress. Anyhoots a week after (right to this moment) I 'launched' my product, I found similar products appearing on competing shelves with names in the spirit of warding away insects just shy of the word GoGo. That is just snarky. Having invested all the time, money and effort I spent to develop this product only to watch them 'decide' and 'select' which of my products they'd have as their version.. well that.. That enraged me. I welcome competition but this was not the sort of healthy competition I had in mind. I thought that people would return the respect I have for their business. I do mine and you do yours. If I know you're selling bricks, I'll sell cement. 

I was an imbecile. 


Sunday, July 13, 2014

@shelbybisou featured on #humancondition exhibition at wellcome collection

Everyone has a favourite museum in London and mine is the Wellcome Collection. When I first visited it last year, it was a quirky little nook showcasing curious medical knick-knacks Sir Henry Solomon Wellcome had accumulated throughout his years as a pharmacist and entrepreneur. There were paintings and pillboxes along with human remains and ancient sex toys. I loved it! He was such a hoarder that Henry. I can very much relate to that. Perhaps one day my personal rubbish would be up for display and public viewings. The Wellcome Collection was, most importantly, free and the set up was quite interactive. I also enjoyed that it was rather quiet and one can move along from one exhibit to another at his/her own pace. 

Presently, after a mild facelift, the Wellcome Collection now boasts of current exhibitions and I'm loving the new image: The free destination for the incurably curious. 

So you know I love the Wellcome Collection. And you should know I looove Instagram. So you can imagine my thrill when WC dropped by my IG account to inform me that my submission may possibly be selected for the #HumanCondition exhibition but I will have to view the exhibition to see if my contribution made the cut. It was a gruesome several weeks wait. Fast forward to skimming through the many Instagram prints, finding mine sitting comfortable in one of the rows made me shriek silently in joy! 

Popped by Wellcome Collection very briefly for the #humancondition exhibition and voila!


Saturday, July 12, 2014

mayfield lavender farm

Lavender farms are truly magical.

Ever since the ultimate let-down last year arriving post-harvest at Provence I was hoping that I would be a lil' luckier in the season department this time around. I stumbled upon Mayfield Lavender Farm while googling to purchase English lavender for Bisou BonBon and was bewildered as to why I've not heard of the place prior to this. It's in Surrey for crying out loud! Not too far at all.

The only downside of traveling alone is that one can't take fancy pictures of herself. This is the best effort my arm could muster. I'm going for ethereal.. 

*happy sigh* such is life...

As I laid down amidst the lavender bushes, I could not deny that it was truly a #lifeisgood moment. The sun was shining, the lavender was intoxicating the air, the view was a wonderful shade of violet and with the children (well everyone really) prancing around in glee, one could not help but revel in nature's beauty.

Such a treat to watch the busy honeybees fleet from stalk to stalk gathering nectar. I have a penchant for bees ever since I read an article somewhere with unsettling news that their species are at real risk of extinction. 



Friday, July 11, 2014

self reaffirmation time

As I watch the 'Clackers' (Devil Wears Prada on inflight tv) quickly rush to retouch their make-up, it suddenly dawned upon me that in my flurry of completing Bisou BonBon stock, replying last minute customers' emails and disorganized packing, I have forgotten to include my Louboutins. I now have no proper heels to wear at the highly regarded summer fashion course because the only footwear I brought with me are my (very exhausted looking) Repetto flats and La Senza house boots (which I've converted into street wear because Imma rebel like that... got you fooled there-lah.. it's really cos Imma weirdo). The more I try to recollect what I've shoved into my 28.4kg luggage, the more I realize that I did not bring as much accessories and makeup as I had initially planned. Turns out I'm more of a Korean mini-mart mule than a high fashion muse. Now I'm scared. NOW I'm rethinking my cutting edge bangs, my marshmallow body and most of all, horror of horrors, questioning my competency. Prior to this, all I felt was that gleaming beacon of pride. They did mention in their acceptance letter and I quote, "The application process for this course is extremely competitive, thus you should be very proud of your place..." (do note that I don't care if you think it sounds generic, don't spoil the fantasy!). And now the insecurity has started to seed (and potentially fester)... and.. I'm worried. I'm worried if my Dell-cracked-at-the-screen will suddenly go asystole on me. I'm worried if my interpretation of style is abhorring. I'm worried that I cannot keep up with my peers-to-be. I'm worried that I may fail. That f-word and I'm tired. I have not slept in 2 weeks with all the locums, product manufacturing and trying to tidy up the blog (you know just in case someone from Conde Nast decides to so-called chance on it). Not forgetting my wife and daughterly duties. Dayum, adult life is truly taxing (and children aren't even in the equation yet!).

So I'm offering myself an antidote to this dark feeling with constant self reaffirmation and visions of sparkling rainbows and gleaming unicorns. The excitement and anticipation of learning catalyst the good vibes. There has been so much loss lately with the miscarriage, funerals and relationships that I can't help but be paranoid. But this, this opportunity to redeem my life long desire to learn about fashion is what I hope when things turn around for the better.