I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

inside and out

brl — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 05:09:37 +0000

And just in case you didn’t catch it…

The howling!

Friends, henceforth, things about the store will be posted in philomel-clothing.com or Stevie for store life. This place here will be lots of something else I think.

93 Club Street

brl — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 04:10:04 +0000

Today is Sunday. Today is also the day we’re open!

Our opening hours are from 2pm till late. Call the store if you are skeptical +65 6536 8590.

For friends outside Singapore, you can browse our look book at philomel-clothing.com.

See you all soon.

every object has its story

brl — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 03:51:52 +0000

The renovation is over and the last few days we switched between being ants and bees. There is a wonderful calmness in the store, despite my alternating states of worry and anxiety. At home San Lang looks like nobody’s dog. He has been scratching at his snout and his white coat has gotten more gray than usual. Once this is over, and I honestly don’t know how to promise him, we’d have to show him more love!

we’ll rent this place one day

brl — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 01:57:15 +0000

Dear everyone, did you notice this morning’s sudden rain? I brought back good music for you, one which I’m listening to this morning.

July
October.
July is slow. Maybe October cold
Will go
Faster than mine.
I think
Never
And I think
Forever.

Lightness

brl — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 14:29:19 +0000

One shot at freedom before ties bind.

Borrowed Cultures

brl — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 14:43:13 +0000

First: A park. Halloween and its children, festive in Japan.
Second: Outside a fabric store. Dust in their tight, soft curls.

In Another Life

brl — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 15:27:32 +0000

If I was a man, I’ll not be the one in the hat. And the above is not a set.

Stopping for Michael

hwee yee — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 13:46:59 +0000

Tower Records was playing “This Is It” outside Shinjuku Station today.

Salarymen on their way home stopped and gave Michael a moment.

Days Before Japan

brl — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 13:36:34 +0000

Bandage Pants, Leopard, Metallic, from the Theatre collection

Happenstance poem 171009

brl — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 14:28:10 +0000

The things I used to know how to do
Now seem like a scissors run through
The sea,
This sea which has something to do
With the shape of a tear
But nothing
To do with where I
Can.
I’ve tried to find and explain
To myself and the unwritten poems
But without sadness
The longing has lost its description,
Its description
Its place.
I’m left with a jealousy,
The fattest scream.
Not because of another
But because I have chosen
To swallow a pill
As slim as sure
As a world so dim.

upstage bandage pants [Flickr]

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