Earlier this morning, I seem to have crossed paths countless of times with this young boy at the Amber Fort here in Jaipur. It’s interesting because the Amber Fort is H-U-G-E. On the tenth or so time we saw each other, he came up and said hello. I don’t know if he was following me or what have you but I ignored his greetings. He could be a baby hawker, for all you know. And then I saw him yet another time. After he said hello, I thought it wouldn’t hurt if I said hi back. So I did. He just stood there and smiled at me. I didn’t know what to do or say next — he barely spoke any English. He was adorable so I asked, using sign language, if I could photograph him and if I could get a photo with him. He nodded. I gave my camera to my bf and he said “I knew you were gonna do that!”. Took this cute shot of him, said thanks, and before you know it, he grabbed my hand, led me to and friend (could be a family member, too) and his mother who photographed us. A minute or two later, their whole group, women and children wanted a photograph with me! Instant tourist attraction right then and there. Who knew Prada’s bananas had universal appeal? Barely anyone spoke a word except hugs, smiles and clicks of a camera or cellphone button were exchanged in the end.
Click click click! BTW, keep an eye out for the pretty girl wearing stripes. She’s GORGEOUS!
My other half has a newfound obsession: photo editing. After dinner last night, I told him to download GIMP, a free, easy-to-use graphics software which he can use to edit photos. Not in a “I want to be skinny, liquify 50 pounds out of me” kind of way but easy, breezy, effortless cover girl type of photo editing. You know, change the colors, crop, resize pictures to make them smaller, etc. The internet connection in our gorgeous hotel is a nightmare and it’s stressful, not to mention emotionally draining, to upload files on teh interwebs.
Sunglasses from Miu Miu, Fall 2011 lurex sweater from Prada, shorts from Elizabeth & James
I was sitting beside him when he emailed a selection of personal photos (both wonderful and depressing) to his friends and I couldn’t stop myself from asking, what is it with
white people’s westerners’ obsession in photographing (and sharing) the other side of reality? You know what I’m talking about — the grim part of human reality. They like to travel far and wide, especially to the exotic, to deliberately photograph poverty, the sick, the disabled, dead dogs, unsanitary conditions, etc. He says he likes to photograph them because he thought it was shocking, out of the norm and of course, extraordinary. “This just doesn’t exist in Sweden,” he says.
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After a long, seven-hour road trek from New Delhi, I’m finally in Agra. I’m spending two nights here to visit some monuments including the great Taj Mahal. We left New Delhi at 10AM and we didn’t get to our hotel until five in the afternoon. In spite of the insane rainshowers, it’s still very hot and humid outside. Thank heavens for the strong airconditioning at our palatial hotel which I’ll share to you later. My bf and I were gobsmacked at the sheer magnificence of our temporary home. Let me share you some pictures for now…
Sunglasses by Miu Miu, polo shirt and trousers from Prada, shoes from Church’s, necklace from Dilli Haat market in New Delhi
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Here’s the view from my seat aka private styrofoam cube from Prada Casa (just kidding) at the Spring Summer 2012 Prada menswear fashion show. What an amazing, strong showmanship from Miuccia. I am DYING. DYING!!! I can’t. I can’t deal. I can’t breathe. There are so many desirable things from this collection. My friend from Interview magazine told me I’m gonna need some major sucking up to do not just to one Swedish banker but to many. Oh dear. Here’s my wardrobe next season.
I never thought I’d say this but menswear is so exciting these days, no?
Once upon a time, I’ve looked up to the international editions of Vogue to find something new to inspire me. You know… something new, something that isn’t the same old, same old, something extraordinary. But what happens when most of the international Vogues become repetitive and the big elephant in the room, the grand-daddy of all Vogues, start flexing its muscles? Well, one cannot help but feel its powerful presence. This is what’s going on at the moment. American Vogue is on the right path (war path, perhaps?), taking me on this rollercoaster ride of glamorous extravaganza as of late. When young starlet Emma Watson of Harry Potter fame chopped her locks last year, the first thing that came to my mind was — VOGUE cover! Fast forward a year later, here’s Emma, in Prada, on the July 2011 cover of American Vogue. I love the transformation! Dudette is finally a lady.
I can’t wait to get this issue. Bravo Anna, bravo!
Venice-bound visitors, take note. Fondazione Prada has a new exhibition space in Venice — the Ca’ Corner della Regina, a historic palazzo on the Grand Canal. The opening of “Fondazione Prada _ Ca’ Corner della Regina” (curated by Germano Celant) features various sculptures from Anish Kapoor, Michael Heizer and Jeff Koons, as well as works by Walter de Maria, John Baldessari, Charles Ray, Tom Friedman, Francesco Vezzoli, Blinky Palermo and more.
The exhibition opens to the public on June 4, 2011 and will run until October 2, 2011.
Visiting hours are Wednesday to Monday, 10am – 6pm and they are closed on Tuesdays.
Visit CA’ Corner della Regina, Calle de Ca’ Corner, Santa Croce 2215, Venice.
You have no idea how fun it was to go inside the Calvin Klein flagship store on Madison Avenue. I nuclear-bombed the kingdom of neutrals (think beige, off-white, white, sand, eggshell) with my, one could say obnoxious, colours. Calvin Klein Collection is the epitome of American minimal chic. I love Francisco Costa and his modern clothes. In my next life, when I reincarnate as a tall, very slender blonde with super thin and straight hair, you bet I’ll always be in head-to-ankle Calvin. It’s a shame I can’t go minimal now because my very colourful and fun personality requires that I dress like a Christmas tree. Maybe I’ll give it a shot someday. Try my hand at minimal dressing, that is.
Sunglasses, stole, shoes from Prada, shirt and sweater from H&M, jeans from Rag & Bone.
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I took my new banana print Prada shirt out for a spin yesterday. I love how it’s kitschy and cheeky… however, I’m curious how it looks like to the un-fashion-trained eye. Is this shirt the designer equivalent of the ubiquitous Hawaiian floral-print short-sleeve shirts that middle-aged American men like to wear when they go on holidays?
Anyhoo, I had a funny conversation with my boyfriend yesterday. I was whining how I have nothing* to wear and I’ve worn pretty much everything that I have. I love how he understands what mileage means when it comes to fashion without me explaining the whole “cost-per-use” concept.
Hat from Marrakesh stall, shirt by Prada, jacket by Filippa K, pants from Rag & Bone, shoes from Prada
*When I say “nothing”, it means “nothing new, nothing fresh, nothing unworn, nothing photographed”.
J’adore the gargantuan chandeliers at the Palais des Congres here in Marrakech.
01/05/2011, Musings, Prada
I went to Prada earlier this afternoon and bought this cheeky banana-print shirt I’ve been lusting for months as a special gift to myself.
In life, it’s important to create opportunities for oneself instead of waiting for opportunities to land on your lap. You just have to get out there and chase your dreams and fantasies. Especially if you came from nothing and you have nothing to lose. Today is a magical, surreal day. I can’t, and I won’t, elaborate but let me tell you something… sometimes, all it takes is a short, heartfelt note for dreams to come true in a New York City minute.
Monday could be another very, very magical night. One for the memories. I’m not promising anything but please cross your fingers (and your legs) for me.
In other news, are you excited for the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Costume Institute of the Metropolitan Museum? Monday is the opening night gala aka the grand Met Ball.