Holiday Madness

So, how was your Christmas guys? I envisioned my Christmas this year to be of me stuck in my home, too lazy to go out but feeling loser-ish at the same time for being at home. Haha.

But anyways, it turned out just fine! The eve of Christmas eve was spent wining and dining with my friends from secondary school at Prego (I love your presents girls!). Thereafter, it was a Christmas house party at Joyce's place on the eve of Christmas, where I tasted ice wine for the first time (tastes like plum syrup) and had loads to eat. Christmas was spent having lunch (and vodka) at my grandma's together with my aunts, uncles and cousins and thereafter to Hoity Toity where we had more to eat (and more vodka and white wine). Oh, and the hilarious trying of dresses, my gawd....can die from laughing.

Oh and whats with the sudden onslaught of people saying I look like Xiaxue?!?!?! NOT!!!! I don't wanna look like a heavily madeup (or madeover), bimbotic AH LIAN.....XiaXue?!?! That's the cruellest insult, and sharpest sting you can hit me with.

What do you think I should do? Shit...plastic surgery for her maybe, so SHE doesn't look like ME.

Now Playing is still here to stay!

Ahem, let me correct myself. That gig was not Now Playing's last. I'm proud to say that Now Playing has been invited to perform in Esplanade as part of the fringe festivities of the Mosaic Jazz Festival. Yaaay~~~ yes yes i'm going mad with joy.

As you might have noticed, my bloggings have seemed to have taken a downturn. This just means that I've a lot of catching up to do.

I've just come back from a very satisfying trip to KL last week with some very close and good friends. Experienced some of the very best music and talked to some of the very best musicians I've seen. I came back very inspired but also very sick. Too much vodka does not bode well for the body I'm afraid. But i'm pleased to say my appetite's back and well, my heart's not that much in pain anymore. I've resolved to channel all that into my music. Practice and practice till my fingers drop off and my voice runs dry. Kidding...see you soon guys.

What's up for you this holiday season??

Now Playing's Last Gig

Yup, its our last gig. And it'll be held this Saturday, 2nd Dec at Braddell Heights CC. Well, suffice to say, this will not be the end of Now Playing. A new lineup maybe? One will never know.

I've gone a long way with these guys. Without them I would never have discovered the world of Shiina Ringo and Tokyo Jihen.

At times, it hurts. But I've always been one to put on a smile and face the world. So, I'll be okay.

Who Am I?

"To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one experiences unscathed. Some have been driven to madness by that stark reality. Most try to forget it. But.....you may gain power over yourself, if the truth doesn't break you."

At 25, I am still finding out more and more about myself. Sometimes, the more we think we are not, the more we become it. So I say, do not limit yourself. Do what you think is right, always. And may you, dear reader, in your journey to find yourself, gain power over yourself.

More than Words

Today I witnessed how words can cause hurt and damage to a friendship. A friend of mine raised his voice at another friend. His coarse words and behaviour caused the other to take offence. She expressed how she felt and walked away.

I often marvel at the power of words. Used or dropped at the appropriate moment, a scenario may change and friendships can be borne or broken.

This is the exact situation I am in at the moment. Should I come right out and say it or not. What will the person do? Or say? How will that person react and will I get the outcome I hope for?

The words someone used to get me to change my mind about attending a function. The things someone told me, oh so tenderly, and my heart melted. When someone pleaded with me, making me feel like the worse criminal on earth. "Why didn't you ask me how I feel?" those were the exact words. They left me wondering. They left me hoping. And worse of all, they left me confused. Above all, it was those eyes, those eyes that said much more than words.

Bedroom Stories, Part Two

One of the earliest phrases I remember from my childhood is "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin". My sister and I kept chanting it till we drove our Mom crazy. It has a great ring to it, don't you think so? No points for guessing the subject of today's post - yes, its the three darling pigs...

Politically Correct Three Little Pigs

by James Finn Garner.
Copyright 1994 by James Finn Garner.

Once there were 3 little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in harmony with their environment. Using materials that were indigenous to the area they each built a beautiful house. One pig built a house of straw, one a house of sticks, and one a house of dung, clay and creeper vines shaped into bricks and baked in a small kiln. When they were finished, the pigs were satisfied with their work and settled back to live in peace and self-determination.

But their idyll was soon shattered. One day, along came a big, bad wolf with expansionist ideas. He saw the pigs and grew very hungry in both a physical and ideological sense.

When the pigs saw the wolf, they ran into the house of straw. The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the door, shouting, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"

The pigs shouted back, "Your gunboat tactics hold no fear for pigs defending their homes and culture."

But the wolf wasn't to be denied what he thought was his manifest destiny. So he huffed and puffed and blew down the house of straw. The frightened pigs ran to the house of sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit. Where the house had stood, other wolves bought up the land and started a banana plantation.

At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little, pigs, little pigs, let me in!"

The pigs shouted back, "Go to hell, you carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!"

At this the wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with the wolf close at their heels. Where the house of sticks had stood, other wolves built a time-share condo resort complex for vacationing wolves, with each unit a fibreglass reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops, snorkelling and dolphin shows.

At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"

This time in response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity and wrote letters of protest to the United Nations.

By now the wolf was getting angry at the pigs' refusal to see the situation from the carnivore's point of view. So he huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many fatty foods.

The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little dance around the corpse of the wolf. Their next step was to liberate their homeland. They gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their lands. This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex with machine-guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the cruel wolf oppressors, sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs. Then the pigs set up a model socialist democracy with free education, universal health care and affordable housing for everyone. {My note: well it is a fairy tale after all.}

Please note: The wolf in this story was a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves were harmed in the writing of the story.

A sequel, from the previous post. From one of my favourite authors, Roald Dahl. This is taken off his Revolting Rhymes. A different end to the story and sure to tickle your fashionista side, sistah!

The Three Little Pigs

The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Pigs are courteous. However,
Now and then, to break this rule,
One meets a pig who is a fool.
What, for example, would you say,
If strolling through the woods one day,
Right there in front of you you saw
A pig who'd built his house of STRAW?
The Wolf who saw it licked his lips,
And said, "That pig has had his chips."

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"
"No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!"
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"

The little pig began to pray,
But Wolfie blew his house away.
He shouted, "Bacon, pork and ham!
Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!"
And though he ate the pig quite fast,
He carefully kept the tail till last.
Wolf wandered on, a trifle bloated.
Surprise, surprise, for soon he noted
Another little house for pigs,
And this one had been built of TWIGS!

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"
"No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!"
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"

The Wolf said, "Okay, here we go!"
He then began to blow and blow.
The little pig began to squeal.
He cried, "Oh Wolf, you've had one meal!
Why can't we talk and make a deal?
The Wolf replied, "Not on your nelly!"
And soon the pig was in his belly.

"Two juicy little pigs!" Wolf cried,
"But still I'm not quite satisfied!
I know how full my tummy's bulging,
But oh, how I adore indulging."
So creeping quietly as a mouse,
The Wolf approached another house,
A house which also had inside
A little piggy trying to hide.

"You'll not get me!" the Piggy cried.
"I'll blow you down!" the Wolf replied.
"You'll need," Pig said, "a lot of puff,
And I don't think you've got enough."
Wolf huffed and puffed and blew and blew.
The house stayed up as good as new.

"If I can't blow it down," Wolf said,
I'll have to blow it up instead.
I'll come back in the dead of night
And blow it up with dynamite!"
Pig cried, "You brute! I might have known!"
Then, picking up the telephone,
He dialed as quickly as he could
The number of red Riding Hood.

"Hello," she said. "Who's speaking? Who?
Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?"
Pig cried, "I need your help, Miss Hood!
Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?"
"I'll try of course," Miss Hood replied.
"What's on your mind...?" "A Wolf!" Pig cried.
"I know you've dealt with wolves before,
And now I've got one at my door!"

"My darling Pig," she said, "my sweet,
That's something really up my street.
I've just begun to wash my hair.
But when it's dry, I'll be right there."

A short while later, through the wood,
Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood.
The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze,
And yellowish, like mayonnaise.
His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw,
And spit was dripping from his jaw.
Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers.
She draws the pistol from her knickers.
Once more she hits the vital spot,
And kills him with a single shot.
Pig, peeping through the window, stood
And yelled, "Well done, Miss Riding Hood!"

Ah, Piglet, you must never trust
Young ladies from the upper crust.
For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes,
Not only has two wolfskin coats,
But when she goes from place to place,
She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELING CASE.

Bedroom Stories, Part One

While we're still on the subject of red, here is Little Red Riding Hood. Enjoy.

Little Red Riding Hood

from Politically Correct Bedtime Stories by James Finn Garner.
Copyright 1994 by James Finn Garner.
Published by Macmillan Publishing USA.

There once was a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house--not because this was womyn's work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.

So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket through the woods. Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident enough in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imagery did not intimidate her.

On the way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf. who asked her what was in her basket. She replied, "Some healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult."

The wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."

Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way."

Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker route to Grandma's house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on Grandma's nightclothes and crawled into bed.

Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some fatfree, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch."

From the bed, the wolf said softly, "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."

Red Riding Hood said, "Oh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!"

"They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear."

"Grandma, what a big nose you have, only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way."

"It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear."

"Grandma, what big teeth you have!"

The wolf said, "I am happy with who I am and what I am," and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her. Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf's apparent tendency toward crossdressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.

Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopperperson (or log-fuel technician, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he saw the melee and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding Hood and the wolf both stopped.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" asked Red Riding Hood.

The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him.

"Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!" she exclaimed. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that womyn and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!"

When she heard Red Riding Hood's impassioned speech, Grandma jumped out of the wolf's mouth, seized the woodchopperperson's ax, and cut his head off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.

The mock German version:

Reddisch Riden Hood

from Cinderella Hassenpfeffer and Other Tales mein Grossfader Told
by Dave Morrah
(New York: Rinehart & Co., Inc. 1948) pp. 14-16.

Ein smallisch fraulein ben stayen mit der mama ein thicken woodser besiden. Der mama ben loven der fraulein und maken ein reddisch riden hood, mit warmen der earsers.

Acrossen der woodser der sicken grossmama ben liven. Reddisch Riden Hood been tooken ein boxen mit cheesen cakers and butter patters und starten der walken mit maken ein visiter.

Mitout warnen ein grosser wolfer ben uppen gecomen mit maken der talken. Reddisch Riden Hood ben tellen abouten der grossmama und outenpointen der housen, Das wolfer ben racen mit breaknecken speeded und reachen der housen firster.

Der grossmama ben hearen der knocken mit rapper-tappen und asken der namen.

"Reddisch Riden Hood mit cheese cakers und butter patters," das wolfer ben callen.

Der sicken grossmama ben yellen, "Flippen der latchen und insiden gecomen."

Das wolfer ben growlen mit bursten der dooren. Mit screamers der grossmama ben uppenleapen und der chasen ben starten. Ach! Ober und under der bedden und das roomen arounder gerunen mit nippen und tucken das hotten chasen ben proceeden!

In der meantimer Reddisch Riden Hood ben hoppen und skippen mit watchen der birdsers und smellen der bloomen budden und finaller reachen der housen. Der noisers ben raisen der roofen und der fraulein ben closer obercomen mit frighters.

Suddener der noises ben stoppen und der housen ben stillisch. Reddisch Riden Hood ben inpeepen der windowpaner. Mit smoothen der curlers, der grossmama iss licken der choppers.

Little Red Riding Hood and The Wolf
by
Roald Dahl, Revolting Rhimes

As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, "May I come in?''
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
"He's going to eat me up!'' she cried.

And she was absolutely right.
He ate her up in one big bite.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And Wolfie wailed, "That's not enough!
I haven't yet begun to feel
That I have had a decent meal!''
He ran around the kitchen yelping,
"I've got to have a second helping!''
Then added with a frightful leer,
"I'm therefore going to wait right here
Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood.''
He quickly put on Grandma's clothes,
(Of course he hadn't eaten those).
He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes, and after that
He even brushed and curled his hair,
Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.
In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,

"What great big ears you have, Grandma.''
"All the better to hear you with,'' the Wolf replied.
"What great big eyes you have, Grandma.''
said Little Red Riding Hood.
"All the better to see you with,'' the Wolf replied.

He sat there watching her and smiled.
He thought, I'm going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma
She's going to taste like caviar.

Then Little Red Riding Hood said, "But Grandma,
what a lovely great big furry coat you have on.''

"That's wrong!'' cried Wolf. "Have you forgot
To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
I'm going to eat you anyway.''
The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She wimps a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
A few weeks later, in the wood,
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, "Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat.''

For years, issues have been raised about the deeper meanings of the Little Red Riding Hood story. The innocent girl pitted against the big bad wolf story and her innocence lost as a result of the two meeting, has evidently been orally passed down before the bound version of LRRH hit the bookshelves. In Little Red Riding Hood Uncloaked by Catherine Orenstein, the history of this fairy tale is explored .

Other Little Red Riding Hood juice:

Check out this tee by Junk Food. And good news for vintage tee lovers - Junk Food is now available in our sunny little island at All The Rage
Relax I'm not gonna turn this perfectly normal entry into a fashion one. Although I'm tempted to. Haha. :)

What does Red Riding Hood and math have in common? Look here:

Paint the town RED

Gap will be throwing its doors open in Singapore very soon. Okay, I'll admit I'm quite excited, only I'm gonna wait and see how long it'll last before it becomes very much a common ammenity like Mango. Actually, I'd be happier if H&M came to Singapore. Not long now, I hear. Right now, I only get to shop H&M if I travel to Europe or UK.

Anywho, my favourite colour pops up here, this time for a real good cause.



Simply buy any product(RED) from supporting brands and stores and a portion of the sale will go to helping the elimination of AIDS in Africa.
I'm coveting the RED iPod Nano. It'll be the perfect complement to my red Samsung phone OR I could get this:

Its a good business strategy, this go-ahead-satisfy-your-desires-and-eliminate-aids strategy. Imagine that. How many people can boast about doing that?

Oh and when Gap opens in Singapore? Go buy something from their RED collection. I've said this and I'll say this again. RED looks best against Asian skin. Haha. We get the last laugh.

The Tables Are Turned

The new Louis Vuitton bags. No need for counterfeits anymore, seeing as they are readily available in Singapore, Bangkok and China, and I hear Russia, too!

Buy them here...

Lust List

I've been talking about my want list for so long, I thought I'd give you a peek into my Lusts & Wants List.

A boost for my feet (and height):
Gwendolyn Carrie Wedge. So sexy in its curves. Definitely lust list material.


Christian Louboutin Pumps with its distinctive red sole. Black and red, a combustible combination


Boots: they up the glam factor on any outfit.
The Victoria Secrets Foldover Boot promises two looks in one. Both ways, I like.


Issac Mizrahi is designing for Target. Here's one of his in an unpractical colour I really like, and at only AUD$36.99! Its a steal.


So is this one - Mossimo's stretch boot. Only AUD$29.99.



But at the end of the day, I really want to feel comfortable. And I really need to replace my tatty old gold webbed beaded sandals. Seriously.

Chloe's Petrol Green flats. Luscious.


Pretty Ballerinas come in great prints and designs. Check them out - they only sell flats. Its a good sign...er right.


Sigerson Morrison flats. Love the bling on the toes. Puts more oomph into toe cleavage, yes?


Black vests. They so up the style factor on the days I really want to just pull on a tee.



A black tote/bag. To replace my ratty excuse of a bag. The YSL Muse would be great. Think it might give me more inspiration? Since it costs in the range of the thousands, i'm guessing it'll probably stay on my Lust List.


This Anna Corinna city tote would be great. Two in one again! I know its not black. But the next one isn't too...



I fell in love with this Karung-Trimmed Swede Satchel by Malo the moment I laid my eyes upon it.

Thats all for now.

Ciao bellas~

Girly Gab

I was looking through the entries on my blog and frankly, I'm amazed. I've been manically writing on a daily basis, and it feels good! Yes, there have been a jump in fashion entries these days, but who's complaining? Firstly, they are eye candy and secondly, this is part of my passion. You know, keep abreast of upcoming trends, if not, there wouldn't have been Hoity Toity in the first place.

The reason i started this blog was because I missed writing. Apart from the essays I wrote in school and college, I realised I hadn't been writing at all since I graduated. Sure, I wrote essays on music in Lasalle but it wasn't the same. The topics covered weren't varied and I missed reminiscing on life, love and my experiences. So suitechatter popped up, and boy am I glad I started this. Its therapeutic at best, and it helps me keep in touch with my friends. And who knows who might stumble across this blog, read the entries, and be touched in a little portion of his or her life. You never know. The universe moves in mysterious ways.

When I get back to Singapore, I definitely must dig up my old essays. Read and relive how I must felt at that age, a long time ago. Time really flies. It seems I got out of uniforms an era ago the rate things are changing now. A few days ago, a friend told me he doesn't feel happy at all hitting the big 2-0. I understand what he means. When you reach that age, everything moves so fast you can hardly sit down, take a breath, collect your thoughts and get up and on with your life. Everything whizzes past - that higher education, then maybe that short vacation before you hit the working life. From there, everything goes downhill if you catch the workaholic bug that Singaporeans seem to have no antibodies to fight against. UNLESS, you make a very concerted effort to stop and smell the flowers, to once in a while acknowledge that its okay to leave some of the work for the next day and leave early and do something, anything!

I have felt, one time or the other, fortunate that my job is such as it is. Not desk bound and most importantly, something I absolutely love doing. I have the flexibility to do what I want, when I want. I remember reading somewhere that "when you do something you love, everyday is an adventure" I like that. I like the idea that everyday can be an adventure, even if I'm living on the Little Red Dot that doesn't seem to have a whole lot of activities available. I'm sure I can find something.

But on the downside, I feel strangely cut-off. I have absolutely nothing in common with office politics, stocks, climbing up the corporate ladder and getting that raise. When we're having dinner and office talk comes up, a little part of me feels lonely and sad that I can't share in that. I guess one can't always have their Krispy Kreme donut and eat it huh?

Step into Doo.Ri Chung's Doors

This is what elegance is made of, pretty yet comfy, satin and unassuming jersey draped beautifully on the body.


Skinny pants in black and white, and an uncharacteristic structured shirt with a bow close to the neck.




Also seen on the runway: Classic shapes, form-fitted pencil skirt with matte mettalic belts cinching in the waist.


For the first time, Doo.ri turns out details on a champagne gold cocktail number and graphics on a monochrome gown to great effect. Check it out for yourself, they are to die for. Whipping out my want list now, yes I am.



Also seen on the runway, something for the feet.

Classy Chanel...and some

Chanel - the house best known for its tweed suit, and for popularizing the Little Black Dress back in the 20s. Here's what was turned out on the Paris runway:

Jackets galore - in monochrome, tuxed out and in the all-new take on tweed for Spring: over sequin short shorts.



Which Chanel collection is complete without the LBD? Here are my picks, with one inclusion that caught my eye - the white and gold luxed-out dress.

In Today's News

Jocks will be jocks. In an Australian newspaper today:
David Beckham was fooled into bathing in Evian on a trip to Russia after he was told the tap water would turn him bald.

Fellow soccer stars Ryan Giggs and Gary and Phil Neville also fell for the wind-up after Manchester United's then-assistant manager Brian Kidd said the water was contaminated by the Chernobyl nuclear disaster.

The joke was played on Becks and his fellow ex-United stars on a trip to Russia for a UEFA Cup tie agaist Rotor Volgograd in 1995.

Club Official Ian Dunwoody said: "It costs thousands of pounds in water."

No kidding.

The Devil Wears Prada

I finally got to watch The Devil Wears Prada today, albeit alone. There's something to be said about watching movies alone. I always imagined that I'd feel totally bored, plus I would have to be impervious to wondering glances from other movie-goers but no. Going solo is actually enjoyable!

Of course, anyone who knows me will hardly be surprised that I absolutely loved the movie. Okay, so the plot and the script was so predictable. But, the ugly-duckling-turns-gorgeous formula hardly wears ragged when teamed with all that haute couture! I was particularly taken by this ensemble (don't ask me how I'm gonna wear this in Singapore).


Anne Hathaway is really fetchingly pretty with her wide-eyes under her heavy bangs. And Meryl Streep still wields magic. Her well-modulated voice can really lull you into comfort zone. I guess thats one thing old-school actors have over the new brood. How they acknowledge that the voice is as important as the facial expression and how they really use it to their advantage.

FASH SPLASH VER 3

I thought I'd give the Asian designers props and their dues. Welcome to the Asian edition. Enjoy.

Peter Som and his oh so wearable Spring collection at the New York Fashion Week. Think pared down basics, with tone and texture and a little oomph in his soft organdy gowns.

Stripes that would easily find their way into our wardrobes.


That is one great buttermilk coat (below, centre). Great when matched with that blue - most people would probably have paired that coat with white or cream.



Give me Derek Lam's dresses anytime. I like the attention he pays to the necklines of his designs, whether it be piping detail or colour blocks of silk. And of course, the all-important comfort factor.


She is spared from being a walking zebra disaster with the addition of brown, and voila! Ready for a day in the city with the girls.


Fast becoming associated with the name Derek Lam: his braided one-shoulder gowns. Mmm...heavenly....



Singapore boy done good. Andrew Gn's presented his Spring collection in Paris last week, turning out models outfitted in luxurious prints and textures. Embellishment was a bold statement here, most notably a silver serpent snaking from the neckline down.