I love burning scented candles. I love their flickering light; their smell. I use them when I bathe, I have one by my bed and my biggest luxury of all – I like one burning when I’m writing.
The thing is, they are usually so darned expensive out here in Singapore that I find myself saving them up – and invariably only lighting them now and again which is the worst, most inefficient way to do it. Well, now no more.
I love this little café; this independent that bravely stands its ground, surrounded by an ever increasing sea of shiny, glass high-rises and coffee shop chains. I also love the building but – perhaps most importantly of all – I love the food.
I am not very green fingered now that I live in Singapore. I loved getting covered in mud back in England, but the earth in our sunbaked and very small garden here is rock hard and seems to be predominately clay. So imagine my surprise when I saw this yesterday (below) dangling from a non-productive passionflower creeper that was the solution, four or so years ago, for an ugly dividing wall. Read More
This week has passed in a blur of food and fashion. Not that I am complaining. It is, sadly though, worth noting that if you eat to much food, the fashion bit doesn’t work all that well (Spanx, here we come).
I happen to live around the corner from the hugely talented – and successful – handbag designer, Emily Cheetham. She has very kindly agreed to do A Day in the Life for Changmoh but rather than write up a typical day here in Singapore, I asked her if she’d share a day from her recent trip to Paris Fashion Week, where she was showcasing her very identifiable, beautifully made bags. She packed a lot into her trip to the fashion capital, from a King Karl (and yes, I do mean Lagerfeld) spotting to macaroons by Le Meurice. Here’s a snapshot of just one day:
Emily, over to you.
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