To love and to share

I was raised in a Christian school and was brought up with good Christian learnings. We love and we share. 

But sometimes things just do not work the loving way. There are things that cannot be shared. A hard candy. A pair of heels. A mobile phone. A ring. Some things just cannot be broken down and given out in pieces. They are no longer complete, and are destroyed when you try to share it with someone else.

And there are men that we cannot love. Men that does not love us. Men that are stupid to guts. Men that are bad for our health. Men that are someone else’s.

Lesson to learn and to remember. 

Ready to go nude?

DYOS nude open toe platforms

Excuse my un-matching nail colour. 

I’ve been wanting nude toned shoes since they were on YSL 2007 fashion show.  They weren’t big back then and I kept postponing the plan to get a pair and eventually forgot about it. Then the nude trend came back this year in spring. I visited almost every brand available in London to get a pair but still failed – the Jimmy Choo one was too pale for my skin, Valentino was adorable but too delicate to wear for everyday occasions, Louboutin was perfect, except they didn’t have my size in Selfridges and Mount Street.

Now winter is approaching and I know it’s my last chance. Get it now or it’ll be too late to wear, or the trend will be gone again. So I have a pair of nude shoes tailor made.

DYOS is one of my favourite shoe-place in Hong Kong. They have hundreds of styles and materials and fits, and even if you can’t find anything you like, you can design your own shoes and have them made. LOVE the idea. Only problem is the waiting – it normally takes a month to have a pair made.  I wanted my nude shoes so badly I ordered a couple of months ago, and now here they are -  the right design, the right height, the right shade of beige, and the right size. Cannot be happier.

Except how many times can I wear them before winter arrives?

Hello Miuccia, I want to wear you to work

Miu Miu's 2011 Resort collection

Miuccia Prada is my favourite designer (well as least one of my favourite designers, alongside the late Alexander Mcqueen, Karl Lagerfeld, Alexander Wang, oh and Dolce and Gabbana when they were still together). Miu Miu is always fun and girly, giving an image of a spoiled kid who's extremely fun-loving (and this bring up the question of whether Miuccia Prada has a second personality, i mean, look at Prada).  

I always think what you wear is what you are. It’s not like I judge people from the values of their clothes but the effort you put into your outfit to work can really show your personality. Well or at least your mood. I want to stay chic – thank god I am in an industry that allows me to put in my creativity in what I wear.  Yet somehow I am a bit lost between being professional and creative. What is appropriate and what is not? How do you define ‘formal’?  And should I opt for ‘elegance’ or ‘smart’? The question marks are endless when it comes to fashion, there are way too much to explore and to experience.

When I was in Milan earlier this summer I noticed a variety of people’s work attire – the Italians are generally full of ideas to spice up their outfits, layers of cardigans, a nice scarf, pearls and gold, even for those who need to wear suits their outfits are still inspiring, short-suits, perfectly fitted sleeves, good quality shoes, the list go on. It’s almost like a walking display of the Milan in  The Sartorialist 's blog. (Not so lucky for my dear friend Giampi who can only wear a certain shade of blue - honey i feel a need to point this out, I truly think you should be given a bonus for your wonderful fashion sense)

Vorrei che Hong Kong è più simile a Milano.

A place where no one sleep

Midnight under a thunderstorm and the roads were still bright. Welcome to Hong Kong everyone.

I always feel pressurised in Hong Kong. It’s so vibrant here, everyone is hyper and energetic. The bunch of friends that I hang out with are super humans that do not need such thing as rest, they’ll work all day and go drinking and go back to work again and still look fresh. I wish I were a workaholic like them. I wish I had endless energy like them. I don’t act fast like people in here, and the whole atmosphere is making me feel I am not good enough and being an unproductive layback dumb blonde.

Oh well. Can a Chinese be a dumb blonde? 

Chicly graduated

reiss black straight neck dress, KCL graduation gown by Vivienne Westwood

Everyone one from my school was a fashion diva on their graduation day. I mean, who isn’t when you are wearing Vivienne Westwood on your graduation day?

I graduated a month ago from King’s College London. I know this is a piece of old news but I am trying to get my blog running and this is the main thing that happened since my last entry. I had been travelling around Europe for a bit ever since I finished my finals in June, and now I am back in my hometown, Hong Kong and all settled – I have a job, a home, my friends and family around me, now all I need is a husband, then I’ll be all middle age and full of crisis. In fact I’m already feeling middle age. I can tell it’s the end of my spontaneous lifestyle the day work started. I miss school. I miss parties. I miss London.

May I delicate this post to my favourite city in the world.