Dressing up seems like a lot of fun. We go crazy with the newest collection, we stalk the latest trends, and then we try to put them together. Some of us are blessed with a natural flair, they call it fashion sense. Some of us just end up looking… unique. I’m quite a natural disaster. Sometimes, I put on something and regret the moment I step out of the door, that’s if I’m lucky. Sometimes, I look back at old photos and wonder what in the world hit me.
Over the years, I think I’ve had my fair share of photoshoots, events, and different roles that required different looks. That really helped me understand what works on me and what doesn’t. I’m petite, and not everything fits perfectly. My drama stylist joked about getting kids clothes for me, because everything that I fit probably needs alteration of some kind. By the time we are ready to start production, the clothes have been altered to size. At photoshoots, the clothes are all sample sizes, suitable for models 2m tall (excuse the exaggeration). So, oftentimes, there’s severe clipping and pinning behind me, where the camera can’t see it. The trickiest of all would be events where I would probably need to walk the red carpet, or grace a store opening. Moments as such, I can’t afford a wardrobe malfunction.
So what do I do?
I get it altered, always! Some alterations are so delicate, the costs are heart stopping. But for that picture perfect moment, you just do it anyway.
Sometimes I get the plunging neckline. For the life of me, I seriously hate the stick on bra, because they never do stick. I’ve even seen it drop in the middle of a runway show. And so for me, a simple padding is attached to the outfit so I don’t have to worry at all.
Then there’s hollywood tape, to secure your modesty.
If the top is huge, I gather and push up the sleeves. If it doesn’t stay, I put a hair tie around it and hide it from sight.
I always have “safety shorts” with me, nude colour, just in case.
For events and big shows, I always have the entire team taking care of things for me. But of course, we get surprises every now and then. Once an outfit wasn’t altered and the event is just an hour away. Thank goodness it was only jeans which I later replaced with my own. Another time, a bandeau went missing and so I ended up wearing my black strapless bra under an extremely sheer lacy top. Yet another time, a belt went missing and a leather head band was used around my waist instead. The thing that I do learn is that fashion is subjective. As long as you wear it with confidence, you pretty much get away with anything, and nobody really notices it, it’s probably only you being self-conscious over it. It’s how you get creative, after all, no one would know if it’s a mistake or if it’s your one-of-a-kind style.