The honking of horns, yellow taxis, those weird red and white stripy funnels, billowing with steam, at seemingly random junctures in roads (what are they?*)…I do love this iconic city.
I also love the way Americans talk, probably because I am never here long enough to get completely used to it. Check not bill, sidewalk rather than pavement, ‘how are you?’ is a greeting not a question. The little differences are so noticeable.
I’ve had a sneaking suspicion for some time now that the Virgin Atlantic lounge at London Heathrow Terminal 3 is really rather worth going to. The problem is I haven’t ever managed it…until now (it’s a whistle stop tour: London for a few days, New York for a few more before heading back to LDN and home to SIN).
It feels like walking into a sort of utopia that you didn’t know existed. Read More
I have landed in London where it’s still Autumn. Leaves are falling but luckily there’s still masses of color on the trees. I forget just how much I miss this season. Read More
Before ‘The Dry Cleaning Accident’, I never really thought too hard about which dry cleaner I dropped my things off with. The nearer and more convenient, the better. ‘The Accident’ involved a cropped, black boucle DKNY jacket which was returned to me as flat as a pancake, topped off with a horrid sheen only possible from monumental over pressing.
I love the look of a proper silk shirt worn in the day in an unsmart sort of way, preferably with denim cut offs and flip flops, or jeans at the very least. In my quest to buy something luxe that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg (something in the same vein as the beautiful shirts from Equipment but at about half the price), I have fallen in love with a local-ish label called Vaughan. Read More
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