Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Chic Reads: My First New York
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Chic Finds: L'Objet
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Let There Be Light
Friday, March 26, 2010
Chic Comeback
Thursday, March 25, 2010
On The Shelves 2
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
On The Shelves
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Open House
Thursday, March 18, 2010
At The Museum
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Window Dressing
Monday, March 15, 2010
New York State of Mind 2
Saturday, March 13, 2010
New York State of Mind
Since we are in New York right now, I would like to reprint a quote from Donna Karan — the quintessential New Yorker — from an interview with Women's Wear Daily about the current state of fashion which we totally agree with.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
New Delivery
Monday, March 8, 2010
Waiting Game
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Chime In
With Hong Kong winter over, we finally got to test our central air conditioning in our new apartment. Anyone who has ever moved in to a new place would know that you never really find out what’s great or wrong about your apartment until you’ve lived in it for a few days. For example, on our first week when Paul was staying with us, we discovered that there was a design flaw in the bathroom. Even with the shower curtain in the bath and shower area, water would still spill onto the floor when you shower because the tub is slightly raised than the border surrounding it. So the water would splatter on the border, collect and flow onto the bathroom floor.
As for our air condition, the first time we turned it on it kept making a vibrating noise. The repairmen came the next day and it seemed like it was fixed after they gave me a demonstration. But that night, it was the same story: the same vibrating chugging noise akin to a train about to leave the station. But that wasn’t the only noise, the air blowing from the AC unit would hit our crystal chandelier and the crystals would sway and hit each other and produce a sound similar to those of wind chimes. It’s been three nights of more or less the same thing: crrrkk, crrrkkk, crrrkkk, chug, chug, chug, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong. It’s like were roughing it out somewhere in the woods with the cacophony of noises.
No wonder I keep having weird dreams. Last night’s was especially strange as I dreamt that Andre the Giant’s son was our houseguest and because he was so huge and tall he would step on all our furniture and destroy everything. I wonder what it all means.