Scott Schuman, aka The Sartorialist, is my hands-down, my favourite street style photographer. I have nothing but pure respect to his work. He’s able to capture his subject’s true sense of style in a very authentic manner. I went to the private viewing of his exhibit at the Danzinger Gallery a couple of days ago. I suggest that you pop by and visit, or, if you are not able to go to the gallery, buy his new book, ‘Closer‘.
“Closer” by Scott Schuman is available for viewing at the Danzinger Gallery (527 West 23rd Street, New York, NY 10011) from September 6 until September 15, 2012.
I’m very excited for Donatella Versace’s official online e-commerce store which is going to be launched very soon. I’m a big fan of Donatella’s work. The energy and creativity she brings to the house is very much synch with her brother Gianni’s legacy. Donatella has worked with fashion bloggers in the past and I’m thrilled to be working with them once again this season — I’m very curious what outfit I’ll wear to her show! Anyway, I suggest that you immerse yourself in Donatella’s world — visit their website, subscribe to their email newsletter and visit their YouTube page to watch the latest runway and backstage videos of Donatella’s collections.
And just like that, summer is now on its final leg. It’s almost autumn, you guys! I thought I’d spend the last few days of summer with my partner. I haven’t seen him in almost three months. People often comment on how crazy long distance relationships are but when you’re in love, you have to do what you have to do in order to preserve your relationship. If you have to talk on the phone and skype a couple of times a day then so be it.
Moving along, I went to my first classical music concert last night. For real. My man, don’t laugh now, likes to sing as a hobby and he was invited to perform at the choir. Sweden’s greatest conductor, eighty five-year old Herbert Blomstedt, conducted Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 in D Minor.
My partner bought me 2nd-row tickets and boy, what a delight. These classical concerts, I’m telling you, are major. Sitting there made me feel like my ears were on a roller-coaster ride. Imagine your ears and your brain playing a game, guessing where the sound is coming from. Is it the violin on the left side of the stage? The right side? Wait, there were 500 violins and little wooden musical instruments with strings etc. It was intense. And brilliant at the same time.
I honestly thought I’d fall asleep after the first five minutes but I survived the whole duration of the concert. And I loved it! OK, fine, I initially felt I stood out like a sore thumb because I’m young (compared to majority of the silver-haired guests), and I probably was the only Asian in the entire concert hall.
On me: t-shirt by Michael Angel (click HERE), shorts by Theory, sunglasses by Celine, backpack and shoes by Prada. Photos by Fabian Hart.
Rumi and I trekked to the East Village this Sunday for brunch at Via Della Pace. It’s been a while since I last had eggs benedict, smoked salmon and mimosas on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. I love the East Vilage. I really do. There are tons of cute little cafes, restaurants and vintage shops. I should come back there more often.
Hat by Suzy O’ Rourke, shirt, black short-sleeved sweater, shorts by Theory, shoes by Louis Leeman, backpack by Prada
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How are you prepping for fall? I bought this tweed outfit (top and trousers) from J Crew sometime last week and I thought it would be cool to elevate the look with this ultra chic and ultra luxe crocodile Oscar de la Renta small dex bag. Ditto with the floral appliques of the new shoe from Prada. Little touches of lady-like goodness certainly won’t hurt a boy from time to time.
Sunglasses by Celine, custom-tailored white shirt, Theory jacket, tweed top and trousers by J. Crew, shoes by Prada and Small Dex crocodile bag by Oscar de la Renta.
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It’s ironic how denim *anything* is the ultimate, effortless staple, like a crisp white button-down shirt or a soft, white cotton t-shirt and here I am, constantly struggling to find ways to integrate denim in my looks.I’ll be honest when I say that it’s my least favourite fabric. That doesn’t mean I’m completely discounting denim from my closet either. I do wear jeans from time to time, like, whenever I’m having ‘lazy’ days or the very rare occasion when I feel like doing so but really, denim is my last option. And I love it.
Rumi and I made a pit stop somewhere in between West Wendover and Winnemucca, Nevada to admire the insane view of dirty nothingness. And what better way to celebrate such moment than paying a nod to what was, historically-speaking, the fabric of choice of the working class. Gold rush, anyone?
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What’s worse than a crying infant while trying to sleep on intercontinental flights? A twenty-minute ferry ride from Manhattan to Brooklyn filled with children laughing, children crying, babies who ate their own fingers and hands, babies who dropped their pacifiers on the floor, etc etc etc. I’m very much pro-water taxis but yesterday’s trek was something else. Rumi and I were surrounded by screaming toddlers on the ride to Williamsburg.
Top by 3.1 Phillip Lim, shorts by 3.1 Phillip Lim, bracelet by Hermes, sunglasses by Celine, handbag by Celine, shoes by Prada
Oh the things that we do, the places we’ll go to get that photo taken. The Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah was the crown jewel of our recent road trip. Located just a few hours drive from Salt Lake City, the salt flats is the most incredible, most picturesque, most desolate place I’ve ever set foot in my whole life. No words can describe the emotions I felt when I was there. Imagine being separated from humanity and being in touch with planet Earth — no roads, no lights, no traces of culture, civilization or man-made items. Very post-apocalyptic.
Alexander McQueen visor (bought from Luisa Via Roma), Michael Kors white turtleneck
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Sincerest apologies for the silence as of late. I’m having one heck of a wild summer. It’s been a month since I moved in and my very modest and miniscule apartment is finally seeing some signs of life. I have clutter on my hallway, cigarette ashes outside my bedroom window and dead hydrangeas in my garbage can. I have orchids, dead pheasants, scorpions and a taxidermied fox. I’m also starting to get visitors! My beloved Rumi, who’s visiting from LA, is my living room’s first tenant. There’s something amusing about turning the air-conditioning to full blast indoors and wrapping oneself in a mink blanket while it’s scorching hot and humid outside. I still have a long way to go to turn my humble home decent and camera-ready, so give me some time before I post pictures online. Just like yourself, I look forward to having a cute apartment in the next few months to come. I want to finally be able to say ‘Mi Casa Su Casa’.
Decorating and interior woes aside, it’s nice to finally explore NYC as a resident instead of being a visitor. Rumi and I took the water taxi (her first ride) and explored Brooklyn the other day.
Hat by Suzy O’Rourke (CLICK HERE), sunglasses by Celine, bracelet by Hermes, top by Jil Sander, drawstring leather shorts by 3.1 Phillip Lim (CLICK HERE)