capped off

Between constructing makeshift meditation spots in botanical gardens and keeping up with the pervading Louis Vuitton | Yayoi Kusama collaboration, I've hardly had enough time to re-equip for what's left of this sweltering heap of a month before August brings some promise. Apologies if high maintenance is reaching dangerous levels right now. Now that I've undergone somewhat of metamorphosis in the sartorial department (not trying to compare with a butterfly), I can gladly say that I've overcome my phobia towards prints. The success has already been visually captured, but awaits proper spotlighting in two days time. The anticipation has kind of been killed, but for the sake of drama, we can let it recommence...

photo cred: style.com

Regardless, I saw it fit to wean off Catherine Baba momentarily and mention Vika just for the purpose of addressing another personal quest. Or potential conquest, rather. In conquering print, I'm feeling spirited enough to attempt a stab at headgear- an ill-fated undertaking, in my opinion. I blame it on my head's incapacity to handle caps. Still, I may be not be fit to handle the sportiness vibe, but perhaps a cap void of the Nike letters will do. Yet another goal in process.