I enjoy photographing accessories, or jewellery so to speak. They catch the light ever so brilliantly, the lashings of gilt striking against the harsh flash, leaving what lies behind said treasure as nothing but a glimmer. They portray a sense of decadence, opulence, and luxury, even if it’s just a pair of skinny (albeit large – catering to my tastes, of course) hoops from H&M which costs around three quid.
I’m all about looking at things and life beautifully, not quite behind rose-tinted glasses because I’m not going to limit myself to just rosy hues. I prefer a spectrum of colour, of brilliance, even of chromaticity incapable of comprehension by the human eye. And I want to show that beauty, be it in whatever form it chooses to take.
Capturing bijoux allows me to enjoy and appreciate them even more, even after taking my preposterous obsession with them into account. I delve even deeper, seeing and indulgently taking in how they are crafted, the intricacies and sophisticated labyrinth of creative effort which has gone into them, the sheen and glint of gold, of silver, of gunmetal. Yes, I’m attracted to most, if not all things shiny.
From my travels, and because there’s no sale like a Christmas – and summer – sale in the UK. Also, a bit of insight into my (sometimes very varied) tastes,
Topshop in Malaysia is nowhere as kind.
A brazenly-adorned whirlwind of spikes, triangles and geometrical shapes, neon hues, gold-dominated spoils and ocean-inspired colours, sharp edges, angular lines and more spikes, crystals, embellishments and encrustations, jewel tones, ombre tints and Egyptian-inspired gems, something borrowed from Kingdom Animalia, my love for hoops, and even more spikes.
Of course, with Topshop conquered, I had to give its more feminine cousin a visit. Le finds from Miss Selfridge,
H&M wasn’t spared either,
A small bit of beauty products, including bronzers I swear by for contouring (boldly tackling the round-face issue, women – and some men – are such cheate- I mean, illusionists).
Unfortunately – or fortunately, for those who’ve begun to grow wary of the ridiculous number of jewellery-related pictures I tend to put up, the pictures of the other booty I’ve brought onboard my ship didn’t make the cut. Except these two, after putting my pirating skills of nicking to good use,
Thank you, ASOS.
Oh, bijoux, sweet bijoux. Je t’adore.