Selamat sejahtera from Malaysia! Kembalilah ku ke tanahair sejak hari Selasa.
Friday, 24 October 2014
Thursday, 23 October 2014
Village East is the latest addition to my list of Bermondsey Bites, joining the ranks of my favourite Bermondsey street restaurants Pizarro, Jose, and Casse Croute. Next on my to-do (or should that be to-chew?) list is Zucca but that's another review for another lunch break on a day slaving in my new South London artist studio. Anyway, Village East came highly recommended by my friend Cleo, and so on an absentminded, overcast midday I found myself wandering through the doors, expecting a cozy coffee and deli sort of brunch spot but being stunned by the vast space (booths opposite the bar and a quiet bar lounge adjacent to the main dining rooms) and eclectic, industrial-chic interiors.
I loaded up on carbs for a hard day's work with two bread starters; caramelised onion bread with the fluffiest butter flecked with sea salt, and toast with a pot of duck pate and orange marmalade.
My favourite thing to do is to hollow out the bread rolls by pulling out the insides, then stuffing it with the butter, spreads, pates etc. from different dishes on the table. After all what is bread but a vehicle for more substantial food? That was allegedly how the sandwich was invented, when in 1762 John Montagu 4th Earl of Sandwich needed something to hold his meat with while gambling. Bread is essentially gloves...made of carbs. Carb gloves. Mmmmm. *Homer Simpson drooling sound*
For a more balanced meal, I followed the bread-fest with a vegetarian dish of autumn hash with spinach, goat's cheese, onion, and fried duck egg. Delicious, filling, and healthy I'd like to imagine.
That the food is delicious is one thing, but I also love their decor!
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
Sunday, 19 October 2014
Friday, 17 October 2014
Recognising my undisputed* title of East London's Most Prolific and Illustrious Dim Sum Eating East Asian Expatriate**, Ping Pong very kindly invited me to try and review the new seasonal additions to their Autumn menu. *probably disputed **title does not exist, but should
Wednesday, 15 October 2014
Wednesday, 8 October 2014
Burger & Lobster Oyster card holder (gifted)
H&M 'Love' wallet, for receipts
H&M wallet, for plasters, eyedrops, etc.
Philips Citiscape headphones (I want the grey ones)
Audiology portable phone charger
Red Valentino notebook (gifted)
Let's Blog Some Sh*t (a gift from Amber, thank you!)
Tresor Paris gold bar flash drive (gifted)
iPad mini (gifted)
iPad mini skin, Marble by Marta Olga Klara on Society 6
H&M pencil case (similar here)
Victoria's Secret name card holder
Chanel 'Frenzy' nail polish
Chanel 'La Fascinante' lipstick
Laura Mercier 'creme de pistache' eau de toilette. The most delicious pistachio scent that will make you smell like a cake, in the best way!
Vaseline Pink Bubbly
Crabtree & Evelyn 'pomegranate' hand cream
My grey Prada Saffiano is one of my personal classics. I've seen handbags---designer, high-street, vintage---come and go through the figurative revolving doors of my wardrobe. In fact, at any given time only less than 20 out of 50 or so handbags remain in my permanent collection. The rest are either on rotation between mummy and I, or are borrowed from good friends, or destined to be given away much to the delight of my friends. But...! This hero bag, the Saffiano, is very much a fixture in my life. The grey is a classic and versatile colour; glacial in winter, transitional in autumn, unexpected in summer, pale and pretty in spring. The simple and structured shape is ingenious in all its minimality. The many compartments inside are the key to keeping the contents of my purse (all 5kg of it) organised and myself from tipping over into a hysterical breakdown every time I need to fish for lipstick or a business card. Many say that black is a true classic. I don't know if that's true for me. By now you know of the story about how I gave up wearing purple, burgundy, and black when my fortune teller told me that those were my three unlucky colours. Happily dove grey is lucky for me and so are pastels. Now I carry this baby, in a beautiful shade of taupe, on my arm safe in my superstitious mind that the colour will protect me from harm, and if not the colour at least my stupidly heavy handbag will double as an excellent weapon against unsolicited amorous gestures. x
OTHER 'WHAT'S IN MY HANDBAG' BLOG POSTS :
(as far as I can remember, anyway)
How I Fell In Love With A Lady In Red - Louis Vuitton Sofia Coppola
What's In My Bag; White & Gold - Louis Vuitton
かげほしのバッグスワグ - Anya Hindmarch Earl Bottom Pinch
4 x The Prada, 4 x The Power - Prada Saffiano
Notes On Style - Dior Lady
Nokia Lumia 1520 - Zara
That's My Bag, Baby - Hermes Kelly
C'est mon trésor - Delfonics “Quitterie C’est Mon Trésor”