F1 Party: Johnnie Walker Black Circuit Lounge '13

Same shizniz, different year.

The novelty of Formula 1 may have finally worn off on me---one can only endure the punishing heat & humidity of Sepang International Circuit only to be rewarded by ear-splitting engine cacophony for so long---after all I've been attending the Malaysian Grand Prix almost every year despite not actually being a motorhead. This year I skipped out on F1 and instead gave my usual seats to some friends. But no matter how weary I get of loud cars my love for the Johnnie Walker Black Circuit Lounge party never wavers...!

It is, apart from the F1 Charity Gala dinner, pretty much the definitive F1 season party. 

I'm wearing--- Herve Leger // YSL // ShoesShoesShoes

Sukins---"Let's go take 'ooud' pictures!" She means 'outfit of the day' (ootd). Yes, we pronounce acronyms as though they were actual words. CIMB Bank becomes Chimp Bank, FMFA is Fehmfaah, OOTD sounds vaguely Canadian. Funny ma! 

What's there not to love about the Black Circuit Lounge? This year's may have been less happening than last year's party---maybe it had something to do with the location in Subang Skypark?---but all the basic ingredients were still there. Free flow of Johnnie Walker and my good friends. Which is all one really needs for a good time.

That, and a nice shiny bottle of Gold Label reserve. 

Kim Ong and her hubby Josiah. Long time no see!

Avec Michiekins et Kim.

Nana and Jane.

Sukins seems impressed by Michiekin's mixing skill. Spoiler; there is no mixing skill, it's just Black Label on the rocks.

With just a dash of water.

There were also cocktails for those who like their drinks a little sweeter.

Sukins with crazy eyes. Stare so much at the whisky eyes also turn gold. If that sentence made no grammatical sense, that's because it was written in Malaysian English. Confused? Have another whisky.

Sukins & Nana.

Joyce and her friends whose names I've lost to one too many cocktails that night. I'm sorry! Time to take gingko biloba for my failing memory.

I have no idea what's going on here, but I think Joyce might be impressed. Or distracted. Or horrified. Or all of the above.

Someone started passing cigars round and a rather tipsy Michiekins had a puff...

...she looks deceptively seasoned but it's a lie, she doesn't even smoke. Pose for pictures only la.

I thought I'd give it a go...

I can't, I just can't.

Group photo!

Nadine and Sukins.

I need to stop my bad habit of slouching, especially when posing for pictures. I do this because I'm above average height (168cm) and size for a Malaysian Chinese. Having grown up being teased mercilessly for being 'tall' and busty I've developed a bit of a hunch to hide my natural assets. It's a love-hate relationship; on one hand I hate getting the kind of attention for my size (Malaysians are the type to stare & gawk openly, not at all subtle) on the other hand I'm proud of the strength I think it affords my stance and wear heels. Not for the added height, mind you, but to improve my gait (I walk more delicately in heels) and stretch out my proportions (again, I'm quite  large). I need to get over being plus-sized, and just embrace the fact that I'll never be the kind of petite, fragile waif that Asian men go crazy for.

Ironically I also slouch next to people taller than me ie. Nadine. It's a lifetime of conscious hiding that's been ingrained in my posture...!

Not long after midnight a lovesick (and drunk) Michiekins was missing her hubby who just returned from a work trip, so I drove Michiekin's car and chauffered her to go meet up with him.

I went back to hers to change, parked at her carpark, left her in the car to go upstairs and the drunk fool Michiekins leaned over from the back seat and honked as loudly as she could. AT ONE IN THE MORNING. As if the neighbours don't already hate us enough for being so happening. Siao.

There's no afterparty like a Ramly burger, fresh from a street cart, eaten outdoors on the little bit of turf between streets, sitting on filthy plastic chairs & tables in the wee hours of the morning!

Keep it street, keep it real.

See the lipstick all over my burger...?

Some of it ended up on my face.

From parties in designer dresses to street food in pajamas.

This is the kind of balance I think everyone needs in their life.

I had such a fun time, thank you Johnnie Walker, thank you Michiekins, thank you Sukins, and thank you Ramly burger.

March 25, 2013

F1 Party: Johnnie Walker Black Circuit Lounge '13

Same shizniz, different year. The novelty of Formula 1 may have finally worn off on me--- one can only endure the punishing heat &...

Mercedes-Benz Stylo Fashion Grand Prix: "Not Les Misérables"

Day 4 of Mercedes-Benz Stylo Fashion Grand Prix.

Despite having a reasonably good time at the opening night, I didn't go on Days 2 & 3 because I was just too tired and busy. In fact I'm feeling a little run down right now, and no it has nothing to do with last night's Johnnie Walker Black Circuit Lounge...or maybe it does.

Digressing, Day 4 was of course held at the new Aloft K.L Sentral hotel. The theme was 'French chic' and the night dubbed "Not Les Misérables...". Rather fitting given that the guests anything but despondent, and that my date Michiekins' not-so-new hairdo was hugely inspired by Anne Hathaway's pixie cut for the movie.

The party room was done up lavishly, the centrepiece a table dripping in opulent crystals, lillies, and feathers.

Quite a few guests were true to the themed, dressed in stripes, pearls, berets, fascinators, all looking very ooh-la-la. By comparison I was underdressed, even too casually so, in tweed and a chunky knit with a chain hem detail...

...and a 2.55, does that count? CHANEL is so quintessentially French, non?

Kronenbourg was the sponsor du jour (du nuit?) and it was free flow all night. When I say 'all night' I mean ample drinks, unlike exhibitions and events that run out of complimentary drinks within the first hour. I don't even like beer, I do enjoy the occasional Asahi, but Kronenbourg 1664 Blanc was surprisingly light & sweet and didn't make me gag like most beers do. 

The fashion show kicked off with the very noticeable absence of Soren Ravn, the Managing Director of Carlsberg Malaysia which owns the local franchise of Kronenbourg 1664. But all became clear, very soon.

Beatboxer Sean Lee pumped out powerful beats and deep thunderous growls not unlike a motorcycle engine. The beats crescendoed and quickly turned into the actual roar of a motorcycle engine. The doors to the ballroom opened to much anticipation to reveal, on a Harley Davidson, dressed like a Hell's Angel, no other than Soren himself.

Badass, but I'm afraid I have to take points off for the shoes. ;-)

As if Soren hadn't already done enough to establish himself as the coolest MD alive, he hopped up on to catwalk and started rapping along to Sean's beatboxing.

The very definition of a corporate rebel. 

The whoops and cheers and applause was thunderous, especially so when Soren declared 'drinks for everyone!'. Waitresses bearing trays of Kronenbourg appeared to flash & fanfare...

...that's one way to keep men happy during a fashion show.

The fashion designers that showcased that night were Carven Ong, Bill Keith,  Tangoo, and Alexander Yeoh.

Some of the pieces that caught my eye...

Carven Ong--

Bill Keith's 'Tropical Delusion'---


I think this model was the most stunning. She had that delicate Pre-raphaelite face, all pale skin, red hair, and rosebud lips. I think her corset was too tight though, I noticed that she had difficulty breathing.  Although she was very subtle about it, I could tell when she was standing on the catwalk after her turn. As an asthma sufferer I'm very well placed at spotting signs of breathing difficulty. Poor girl, I felt so bad for her! I'm sure once she got backstage the first thing she did was slip into a baggy tee and chug a huge bottle of water.

The finale, Alexander Yeoh's creation modelled by Amber Chia, a dress made from 3000 Kronenbourg bottle caps. 

The fashion show closed to applause and to everybody doing the Gangnam Style on the catwalk. So last year, they should be doing the Harlem Shake instead...! But it's all good fun. No need for snobbery and being on-trend, that's got nothing to do with fashion! *coy*

March 24, 2013

Mercedes-Benz Stylo Fashion Grand Prix: "Not Les Misérables"

Day 4 of Mercedes-Benz Stylo Fashion Grand Prix. Despite having a reasonably good time at the opening night , I didn't go on Days ...