Balkan So Hard #7 Bay Of Kotor

On Monday morning, H nudged me awake.
"Wake up, Disney princess! BK texted. He's taking us for brunch. You have half an hour to get ready." 

Half an hour and a full face of makeup later I was still not quite awake. Grumbling, I dragged myself out the house cursing and wondering why BK couldn't just pick me up from the front door instead of making me walk down to Purobeach.

And then I saw BK and H standing on a speedboat and thought, 
OK, fine, I'll forgive them this one time for making me walk down to the jetty. 

But still, they could've learnt a thing or two from The Wolfpack and landed the boat in the garden.


Like so.

So we left Porto Montenegro and drove to the Bay Of Kotor.

June 22, 2013

Balkan So Hard #7 Bay Of Kotor

On Monday morning, H nudged me awake. "Wake up, Disney princess! BK texted. He's taking us for brunch. You have half an hour to...

Balkan So Hard #6: Purobeach

Despite S insisting we forgo Purobeach for Almara Beach Club not one, but two days in a row I simply had to go, if only to see in person the iconic gazing man.

June 20, 2013

Balkan So Hard #6: Purobeach

Despite S insisting we forgo Purobeach for Almara Beach Club not one, but two days in a row   I simply had to go, if only to see in perso...

Just Flew Back to London.


I miss Montenegro. But it's good to be back.

More backdated Balkan So Hard adventures to come...

xx

June 19, 2013

Just Flew Back to London.

I miss Montenegro. But it's good to be back. More backdated Balkan So Hard adventures to come... xx

Balkan So Hard #5: ONE

Every (party) animal, even on a quiet vacation, needs a watering hole. 
I think I've found the ONE. Quite literally.

June 18, 2013

Balkan So Hard #5: ONE

Every (party) animal, even on a quiet vacation, needs a watering hole.  I think I've found the ONE . Quite literally.

Balkan So Hard #4: Teeing Off

Last Friday I reluctantly peeled myself off the floating bar in Almara Beach Club and dragged my dusty heels to a party of sorts at Lustica BayI had no idea what the event was for. I only vaguely remember hearing the words 'BMW---launch---canapes---champagne---golf---archery'. Archery! Alright then.

June 17, 2013

Balkan So Hard #4: Teeing Off

Last Friday I reluctantly peeled myself off the floating bar in  Almara Beach Club  and dragged my dusty heels to a party of sorts at   Lu...

Balkan So Hard #3: Almara Beach Club

On Friday I expressed my desire to go to Purobeach. S, ever accommodating and in-the-know, rolled his eyes and said "Forget about that. We'll go somewhere with a better view." We bundled into a taxi---I called shotgun---and drove from Porto Montenegro to Oblatno beach, through winding mountain roads that yielded the most breathtaking sights, wide expanse of ocean and sweeping views of Koto.

We arrived at Almara Beach Club, from here on referred to as Paradise.

June 16, 2013

Balkan So Hard #3: Almara Beach Club

On Friday I expressed my desire to go to Purobeach . S, ever accommodating and in-the-know, rolled his eyes and said "Forget about th...

Balkan So Hard #2: Porto Montenegro

I'm staying with a friend in Tivat, a tiny little coastal town in Montenegro, population 14,000. The kind of provincial paradise where you leave your doors unlocked and everyone knows each other by name. I also happen to walk out the house every morning singing Belle's song "Little town...it's a quiet village, everyday like the one before..." but that's just me, I'm a Disney princess on steroids.

Porto Montenegro is more or less my base for the week that I'm here. Enclosed 'within the walls' as the expats put it, it's a tiny but well-formed (that's what I said, hee hee) waterfront development and luxury yacht marina. A parking space for boaties bored of St Tropez and jaded by Monte Carlo, if you will. I predict hipsters with yachts all over Porto Montenegro wearing skinny jhorts and Instagramming their calamari lunch. By the way, my hashtags for Instagram are #BalkanSoHard and #ILiveToSerb. I'm very proud of that.

Thursday morning I dragged my pale London butt out of bed and stumbled ten meters out the door to the beach to join H for breakfast.

June 15, 2013

Balkan So Hard #2: Porto Montenegro

I'm staying with a friend in Tivat, a tiny little coastal town in Montenegro, population 14,000. The kind of provincial paradise where...

Balkan So Hard #1 : Arriving in Tivat

Yesterday afternoon I pulled up in Porto Montenegro.

June 13, 2013

Balkan So Hard #1 : Arriving in Tivat

Yesterday afternoon I pulled up in Porto Montenegro.

Re-Orienting myself with Shanghai Tang


Babylon Of The Orient, The Shanghai Restoration Project  

I'm terribly proud of my Chinese heritage. It wasn't always so; in fact I'm ashamed to say that growing up amidst the tide of cosmopolitan revolution and the movement of international assimilation being too in touch with your roots was regarded as twee and perhaps a little...old fashioned. Of course when one gets a little older and a lot wiser one realises how important tradition is, quaintness be damned. I now openly and proudly embrace my love and fascination with all things Chinese; the language, the music, the history, and the fashion.

Regarding confusion about where I'm from; I am Malaysian Chinese. Malaysian refers to my kewarganegaraan (nationality) Chinese refers to my bangsa (ethnicity). 

So when Amber invited me for an afternoon of tea (and bubbles) to experience Shanghai Tang's Imperial Tailoring Service I couldn't say no. After all their motto is 'Re-Orient Yourself'. How terribly fitting for a repentant deserter like me. 
May 25, 2013

Re-Orienting myself with Shanghai Tang

Babylon Of The Orient,  The Shanghai Restoration Project    I'm terribly proud of my Chinese heritage. It wasn't always s...

'Festival des Métiers' ; a rendezvous with the Hermès craftspeople

As an artist I am especially interested in the process and technique involved in creating a work of art. There is a science behind everything; and proper understanding and application of this science is what makes magic happen. I once read that magic is poetry and math come together. On the topic of 'art' I think that's what Hérmes' creations are. There are those who dismiss Birkins and Kellys as overinflated, overhyped handbags, that you can buy leather handbags at; I don't know, Topshop? that serve the same purpose. To that I say, either you get it or you don't. They're not just things with handles that you shove stuff in...each Hérmes creation is a thing of beauty born of hours of dexterity, respect, incredible detail at the hands of highly skilled artisans who take pride in their perfect stitching and minute paint strokes. The difference here is respect for that kind of work, and it's that level of pride that makes a leather handbag or a silk scarf a work of art.

May 24, 2013

'Festival des Métiers' ; a rendezvous with the Hermès craftspeople

As an artist I am especially interested in the process and technique involved in creating a work of art. There is a science behind everyth...

Sunday Best: Pastels at The Ivy


SUNDAY BEST (n)
definition of SUNDAY BEST:
 Clothing suitable for churchgoing; esp : one's best clothing worn on Sundays and for special occasions 
[scrubbed behind the ears and with Eton collar and bow ie proclaiming this was Sunday best — K.D.Miller]
May 19, 2013

Sunday Best: Pastels at The Ivy

SUNDAY BEST (n) definition of SUNDAY BEST:  Clothing suitable for churchgoing;  esp   :  one's best clothing worn on Sundays...

Working Hard or Hardly Working?

I can hardly blame you for thinking that it's the latter, after all Shoreditch House on a hot and sunny London day can prove distracting. 


Least of all for the sight of dozens of hipsters (or at least their more affluent counterparts) adamantly resisting any physical strain on their part, instead stretching out their coloured-socked feet, and airing their plaid shirts and ambiguous sexual orientation to bask in the sun. 


The active man is a lonely one.

I celebrated a gloriously hot and beautiful day as I typically do. By moving my computer closer to the pool. And keeping my clothes on.


If only out of polite consideration for my fellow pool-goers, to spare them what I'm certain would be the blindingly bright reflection of the sun bouncing off my winter-pale flesh. When I swim my nickname is iceberg...because I'm big, I'm white, and I float.

In hindsight, working from Shoreditch House is far less distracting and much more comfortable when you're not lying on a deck chair by a big bowl of chlorine. If you want to get any work done, move downstairs. Or compromise, settle for a cocktail and pizza in the rooftop cafe slash bar.


I brought my Macbook, my freshly drafted layouts, and sketches to work on. Voulez-vous like to know what really needs working on? That awful chocolate stain on my Anya Hindmarch tote, just to the left of the Earl's head. Lesson learnt; never eat drippy chocolate donuts with your handbag on your lap while David Khoo Hsu Yang is driving.


Mason jars everywhere. Ladies and gentlemen, we are living in a Pinterest board.


A typically hard day at the office.



The chilli and passionfruit cocktail that razed my tongue to cinders. Note to self; stick to Diet Coke during working hours.

What I'm working on at the moment. All updates to be found on Facebook and on my illustration blog.



Shoreditch House, the modern (wo)man's summer office.

xx

May 02, 2013

Working Hard or Hardly Working?

I can hardly blame you for thinking that it's the latter, after all Shoreditch House on a hot and sunny London day can prove distracti...