2019: 26/7 A more detailed post for my look and where I hope to talk a bit more about being back in the city. Growing up in Hong Kong, I struggled. It’s a city that didn’t direct me to become a unique individual. Every time I come back, I feel accustomed to conform to society values under the high stress environment. I simply don’t feel as comfortable donning the more fashion forward outfits here as I would in other cities.
I love Hong Kong, from the bottom of my heart. Returning to the city this time, however, felt different. For months, I’ve been following the anti-extradition protests and all my feelings have been realised when my go-to all-black long-haul flight look caused my close ones to worry.
For the first time, I did not feel safe. And this is rare since the city is renown to be one of the safest in the world. And my safety is to do with the way I dress - precisely, the colour of my clothing; not exactly a deal breaking factor to the everyday fashion blogger, yet currently carries immense political significance.
I have never acknowledged comments on how to dress, nor the stares or brow raises from anyone. This is something any fashion blogger would have grown to, naturally. You do you.
The last thing I would want is to provoke. But I don’t want to feel restrained. Not any more than the city already makes me feel, without the recent incidents.
We should all accept, recognise and celebrate our differences. Simple to say, hard to action. My interest is in what is to unfold. But if a choice as minuscule as the colour of clothing is going to silence and affect the wellbeing of people - then, man, we have a lot yet to learn.