Lights, Camera, VOGUE!

From now on, I'm adding a new feature in my blog. I decided to name it..... *drumroll*

FASHION SMASHION

This feature will be my salvation from my interest in fashion world and shoes. As a beginner, I'll start with capture my outfits. I don't use a professional DSLR Camera which I can't afford, cos my money mostly went out to shoes. But I'll try my best to present something that creative, fun, and affordable.

If you asked me about my personal style, well I don't have any particular style. I wear what I want to wear, whether it's feminine or boyish, flowery or polka dot, or even gothic? Yeap you name it. But please don't expect I'd come up with branded stuff. I tend to mix what's in my closet and style it with some shoes. Actually I want to separate my personal blog with my fashion blog but there are lot things to figure out first. In a meantime, enjoy my new feature and I'm wide open for any commentary and advice from you fabulous readers!

xoxo

Comments

siz said…

i've told ya!
you HAVE TO be a fashion blogger!!
:)
cant wait to see other fashion smashion posts..

August 9, 2010 at 11:28 PM

Intan Juliana said…

Thank you Sis :)
Yes I'm still in a process of learning how to become a fashion blogger. =D

August 10, 2010 at 9:41 AM

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