for November 26

A long, long sleep awaits me, which is probably going to be the best birthday present ever. i haven't even had time to compile birthday wish-lists, not even the mental, unattainable ones. it's all been one long blur of running for Starbucks melting into racing around and (attempted) organisational goddess-ness... before Shanghai and more of the same, only in unchartered lands. Current threatening diseases include sleep deprivation, caffeine overdose and potential heart failure from panic midnight distress calls. Then again, I am so close to making it through another year...

some things old, some things new. four.

Tilda Swinton as Emma Recchi in Luca Guadagnino's, Io sono l'amore, (2009)

Kylie Bax by Helmut Newton, date unknown

Haider Ackermann, Spring/Summer 2011

Peter Lindbergh, 'Wild at Heart', Vogue, September 1991; all in Chanel

an oldie but absolute goodie

"i don't skate, but i am a white rapper"

i admit to having never owned a pair of Converse but their party seemed like the perfect opportunity to fulfil any need to immerse oneself in a sea of plaid, skinny jeans and beanie hats. the rapper Juiceboxx who - as he kept telling us - had flown all the way from Milwaukee, Wisconsin to perform definitely produced my favourite line of the night: 'well, i don't skate, but I am a white rapper'. What? skateboarders and rappers aside though, other party notables included the print-your-own-bags section (where i stocked up on cloth totes), the live tattoo parlour for general viewing entertainment and the blissful lack of any drama-inducing celebrity invitees.

exhibit a

another Lanvin to want...

Lanvin x H&M hasn't even hit, but just about everybody at the still-life shoot immediately added these to their growing wish-list of all things Lanvin

we spun around in happiness; and other Beijing stories

Natalie's jetset weekend Singapore-Beijing visit let me do the things I love best - being a tourist in my own city. I finally revealed to her the mysteries of hotpot which I had been baiting her with for a long time, before we hopped from bar to bar and she duly documented the great toilets at Lan. Cheap noodles were eaten sitting on little children stools and then I actually climbed the drum tower for the first time to be rewarded with an impromptu drum performance enhanced by pollution-induced hazy sunshine. Unfortunate toe injuries later we swapped Peking duck for cleansing vegetarian feasting, and then introduced her to a little bit of Chinese dancing which involved the obligatory whisky and the novelty of revolving tables. next day bloody mary/art-deco brunches came before a lazy wander around town as she ticked off her list of snacks-to-try. we had almost given up on the last, when on the taxi ride home we spotted the chou doufu stand, and made a mad dash out of the car in triumph. missing the good times already.

sitting low for noodles // drum tower // smog // broken // Lost + Found // autumn // very good pannacotta + glass teapot with roses // qianmen // Capital M // bloody mary // pastel cups + glass teapot with mint // faux-old Chinese building + Zara // gateway // chou doufu (a.k.a smelly tofu) + blackberry + taxi = the perfect end

KIKI

am loving the new stuff that KIKI has been turning out lately; the boy really does fidget if he's not photographing all the time. Having zero budget turns getting clothes, models, locations, lights (etc) into an often disheartening battle so I'm continuously impressed by how he manages to make it all work. Such is dedication to getting your own vision across.