Things To Seto is the personal project of two sisters trying to expand their horizons despite a tight budget and a lack of knowledge about almost everything.
Sights To See(to)
Exploring
I'm a true desk jockey: a willing corporate drone. I find comfort in the simple satisfactions that punctuate the monotony of adulthood -- like the feeling when you find a new pen, cook your instant noodles al dente, or create the perfect pivot table. So when I say that I needed a trip to remind me of the pleasures that exist beyond my cubicle, I really mean it.
Stuff To Eat(o)
Dining
Back in the Before Times, a great source of enjoyment was travelling to a new city and exploring its streets in pursuit of the delicious. But the thing that I’ve maintained, as a salve to my own restlessness, is that vacationing is a state of mind, baby! Life is a vacation if you avoid all responsibilities and spend money frivolously and don’t worry about other people’s well-being!
What do Setos like anyway? To be honest, not much/nothing. We are a mean bunch and we are especially harsh when it comes to each other which is why we are all Very Well-Adjusted Adults. So what do we do when we're all home for the weekend? Have a showdown, of course, involving the only thing in this rotting world that matters: Vietnamese subs AKA bánh mì.
How To Be(to)
Living
I’m always tired. Being a leech on society is hard work. But after those first few sips of coffee hit the bloodstream, I’m revved up and ready to go. At once, it’s like I’m cruising down Rainbow Road, glittery with star power as the greatest soundtrack of all time propels me forward.
I have always been anxious about many things -- spiders, death, sitting next to dirty windows -- to the point where I approach life the same way I approach trampolines: with great hesitance. But if clothing allows for one thing, it's the ability to live out an alter ego as someone else.
When a reputable source (Tumblr) said that Libras would take over the style game in 2016 I was like damn, this is my year. I opened my window, letting in the cool, January 1st air, and blew a kiss to the moon knowing that my dream of becoming a fashionista would finally come true. Then I started planning my ascent to become the style icon I was always destined to be.
I quit my job at the end of July. I moved to Paris ten days ago. I’m pursuing a masters degree centred around the business of fashion. I feel like I’m in an uneasy truce, both with myself and with this city. So far, I like Paris a lot. I wonder if it will like me back.