I think I am the only person I know who can’t pronounce the word Havaianas properly. I resolutely seem to refer to them as ‘Havanas’ which is not only a type of cigar but, more to the point, absolutely not what they are called.
I wear my trusty gold skinny pair almost daily and have had them for years. Read More
I still recall the particularly cringeworthy time I squeezed my angmoh ass in to a cheongsam only to find myself standing next to a willowy beauty at one Christmas party that is forever imprinted on my mind.
Although this may be an extreme example (I gave away the offending dress faster than if it had been on fire) I have often wondered how someone can wear the same dress as you, have roughly the same figure, yet look, well, better in it. Read More
Looking back, last week – seen here through the comforting golden glow that only instagram can deliver – does seem to have involved rather a lot of eating.
The most trouser-stretching moment was probably Violet Oon’s press lunch. She’s just received a rave review in the New York Times which has tied in nicely with some new additions to her menu; my favourite was this: Read More
OK, TOTALLY unofficially. Lulu Guinness doesn’t even know my mother. But when I was given one of her beautiful purses at Christmas this year from my lovely and most generous friend LPJ…
There is a saying in England that people trot out from time to time when men announce any one of the following: that they are running off with their mistress, buying a boat or buying a helicopter or plane (as you do): ‘If it f**ks, floats or flies…hire it.’
On the whole, probably pretty good advice. If, however, you are not of this persuasion then the Singapore Yacht Show is for you.
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