Monthly Archives: February 2011

Kittens playing in springtime;

This will be on sticky for the week! I am now in the second stage of the contest, so would really appreciate it if you would spare a second for me and help me ‘like’ the relevant facebook picture to gather me votes! Admitably my votecount is dismal thus far, but my little cat and I will persevere for the occasion. ^-^

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Thank you so much ~~

Here is my lookbook for Spring 2011 to match the sassy Marc Jacobs XL Single in a deep ashen brown that reminds me a little of the leaves of another season! I dabbled in several colours in my favourite spring colour palettes- and some of the things that continually inspire me.

Polyvore sets / individual outfits are designed by myself, music/youtube videos from Sofia Coppola and Chet Baker; art was helped by Nacrym. I do not lay claim to the rest of the descriptive pictures, and contact me if you they are owned by yourself and wish acknowledgment or to have them removed.  Outfit sets are labelled/described the best I can.


1. Coffee-mustard – Warm, evocative, unique palette of shades, to bring forth the ashen brown of the Marc Jacobs XL single, but with a bit of a surprise red/burgundy or secret colours hiding in the fold.

So many things then seemed indeterminate, stories without endings. And looking out the train window on that late-summer afternoon in my fifteenth year, I think I sensed, in a small way at least, that such mysteries lay at the heart of everything that would matter in my life.

– October by Richard B. Wright.

From left; Lanvin for H&M red earrings; Mona embroidered puff skirt from Boutique1; Lanvin for H&M mustard one shoulder dress; Girlprops dangling heart pin; Makemechic ankle boots; Loris Shoes’ Poetic License; Amina Suede Coat

Dolly Pearl Romans and Jackie dresses

A personal interpretation with items I own – themed by a brown local blogshop dress from Ai Kirei, a rainbow London scarf from a pushcart in London, my brown Hermes ‘Collier de Chien’ double wrap bracelet and taupe/brown shoes (perhaps Fendi laced up Cinderella darlings, not portrayed in art picture) and Grazia nails by Sophy Robson



2. French Dior Bloom – A burst of lively florals, of red and pink or even gentle pink and mints, to bring to mind the thrill of bicycling in Paris, the gentle sweetness of a Sofia Coppola scene, the first bite of a macaron in Springtime.

From left: Red heart sunglasses from Fred flare; Red dress from Chanel Spring Etam 2011; Lanvin cream silk-knit shrug;  Lanvin for H&M flower charm; Red Miu Miu heels; White gold zaffir ring from Chanel; Sophy Robson nails

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

– John Keat’s Love Letter to Fanny Brawne

What if you slept?

And what if in your sleep, you dreamt?

And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower?

And what if, when you awake, you had the flower in your hand?

Ah, what then?


 A local blogshop spring adaptation – blossoms dress, charm bracelet and treble clef necklace from Yeetonity, white Miu Miu cross platforms, alt Alexis Mabille silver grey platforms, park bench lovers ring by BreeDentice 



3. Baroque Lilac – A lazy glass of Prosecco, walking along the night river with a lover, vintage mulberry shades turning from day to evening, a little dainty Derby hat, decadent gold matchboxes, a memory of blossoming sakuras in Tokyo.

From left: Erie Basin Antique’s 1930s vintage purple signet charm; brown smoky topaz and tiger’s eye earrings from C&Chain; Bank’s floral tube dress; Pique Prive Patents from Louboutin; Violet derby hat – vintage


Dolly Pearl Susan dress; belt thrifted; Kate Spade disco bracelet; Alexander McQueen butterfly heels


Both toga one shoulder rosette dress and shoes – thrifted; Liz Palacios crystal ring



4. Ardent Vanilla – Coffee and elegant vanilla, a holga in hand for the adventures in the park, to feed a squirrel with chocolate pocky, to wear a little bird ring on the hand (will the little bird come alive mid-way?) Vintage lace Chanel, vanilla frocks, frivolous cream bows…~


From left: Chanel Crochet Cotton dress; Monsoon vintage birdy ring; French Connection cream bow; Miu Miu bow embellished washed sandals; Chanel vintage gold tone necklace

Dear N.W.

You will be pleased to hear that there are still a family of rabbits in her garden, they are living beneath the roots of an old tree which has grown so as to bend the garden gate. The wysteria keeps the bees company and of course I am sitting on your bench as I write this. You may not think it your bench, for you were never here yourself, but I assure you there are memories trapped in the woodgrain. I could not find the mouse palace, but there was of course the doll’s house and the tiny puddings. You would have loved this house dear N. I can’t really be sure but I think that is why she chose it. I imagine she buried the ring in the garden here, in a secret spot. I hope you have found her now, because the fire burns so merrily in the grate.

With fondness,

S. (TLP)

From top: Grecian cream toga from Gipsy Scarlet, Cream/black Chanel patents from New Look; Dollypearl Sam and Lundy dresses; Love ring from Dorothy Perkins; Fendi white/cream Lucite platforms; Cream spring dress from List, nude ballet flats from Trois + Inch

Thank you for indulging my senses~ !!


Good morning, heartache

Good morning heartache
You old gloomy sight
Good morning heartache
Thought we said goodbye last night
I turned and tossed until it seems you heve gone
But here you are with the dawn
Wish I forget you, but you’re here to stay
It seems I met you
When my love went away
Now everyday I stop I’m saying to you
Good morning heartache what’s new

Stop haunting me now
Can’t shake you nohow
Just leave me alone
I’ve got those Monday blues
Straight to Sunday blues
Good morning heartache
Here we go again
Good morning heartache
You’re the one
Who knows me well
Might as well get use to you hanging around
Good morning heartache
Sit down

Dear Stranger, I think I’m in love with you;

Irving, isn’t he gorgeous?

Now I must get you grey plaid like that.

Indiesin bubblegum and peplum;

There is something about walking around with a bubblegum bag which makes me inordinately happy.

Bag and dress: Indiesin, Shoes: Alexandra McQueen inspired, Watch: A playful something from JRV, it pops open from a pastel blue shell and is not very helpful in telling the time.

Love letter to a stranger;

“What a luxury a cat is, the moments of shocking and startling pleasure in a day, the feel of the beast, the soft sleekness under your palm, the warmth when you wake on a cold night, the grace and charm even in a quite ordinary workaday puss. Cat walks across your room, and in that lonely stalk you see leopard or even panther, or it turns its head to acknowledge you and the yellow blaze of those eyes tells you what an exotic visitor you have here, in this household friend, the cat who purrs as you stroke, or rub his chin, or scratch his head.”
— Doris Lessing (The Old Age of El Magnifico)

“I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.”
— Charlotte Brontë (Jane Eyre)

“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
— Pablo Neruda (Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair)


I had a wonderful time at Noir’s concert on Friday, and have been raving about Melissa Tham to all my close friends since. She is the best local jazz singer I’ve heard in person, and her honeysuckle voice and Doris Day personality is so absolutely thrilling in person. She brings back a little of the old-fashioned excitement I have of sitting there in the darkness before the first few words start, and Joshua Wan’s arrangements were playful and a breath of fresh air. I absolutely adored the interpretations of My Fair Lady they did, being a big musicals fan and having memorized the lines of I’ve Grown Accustomed in my mind, and I think its a first for me listening to an interpretation of that.

A strikingly original band, Noir takes its inspiration from the classic jazz repertoire and adds improvisational nuance and color, embodying both individuality and the gestalt of group creativity in a single unit. Noir is Melissa Tham(vocals), Wen Ming Soh(drums), Tony Makarome(bass) and Joshua Wan(piano).

Photographs I took off Noir’s site below (photographs by Kevin Foo). Wen Ming was also powerful on the drums, a worthy note and perfect for the band. I loved his entrances and exits, done exceptionally skilfully. Makarome needs no introduction, a pleasure on the bass and he needs more solos of his own! Joshua Wan’s playing was so playful, he brought us back to days of jazz springtime, or given the theme, perhaps a little Ivor Novello in Gosford Park?

I also had to take a photograph with Melissa, who kindly obliged!


After the closure of Jazz @ 7Atenine, have been looking for good jazz and had been talking to S about it. But Melissa Tham brings a little of that spirit back, and I am now definitely going to be a fond regular at the Mandarin Oriental. Joshua Wan is apparently a regular too.

I could not find sample tracks of hers or the band online, but there are some hazy quality youtube videos which simply don’t do justice. Noir has released a cd, Close Your Eyes, and they also have a facebook page for updates. CDs can be purchased by emailing

I ever brought D to one of her performances at Jazz @ Southbridge when it was still existent, and he was so blown away that he declared that it would start him on jazz if jazz sounded anything like that. I think it was his first time on jazz, and Melissa, if you ever read this, you brought out the little jazz lover out in him and I am sure he still remembers that performance of yours till this day!

Here was something I came across while doing a search on the band, and here’s some little facts on Melissa:

– I used to teach classical piano to little kids.
– I like to cook, and am learning to cook now.
– I like to put my hands in my pockets most of the time.
– I play the clarinet.
– I am not into clubbing at all, never been to places like Zouk.

I think the pockets part is adorable. But indeed, isn’t it a cozy thing to hide in pockets.

Pardon me for sounding like a starry eyed fan, but I just haven’t heard anything this good for some time! Irving, I’ll be sending their cd to you. Possibly my favourite performance for the start of the year. For jazz lovers like Irving and I, this was simply such a treat.

Only complaint – 5 tracks on the cd is simply not enough, after tantalizing us with such night pleasures, Noir!

On subjectivity;

“We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies – all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes. Most island universes are sufficiently like one another to Permit of inferential understanding or even of mutual empathy or “feeling into.” Thus, remembering our own bereavements and humiliations, we can condole with others in analogous circumstances, can put ourselves (always, of course, in a slightly Pickwickian sense) in their places. But in certain cases communication between universes is incomplete or even nonexistent. The mind is its own place, and the Places inhabited by the insane and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where ordinary men and women live, that there is little or no common ground of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling. Words are uttered, but fail to enlighten. The things and events to which the symbols refer belong to mutually exclusive realms of experience.”

“To see ourselves as others see us is a most salutary gift. Hardly less important is the capacity to see others as they see themselves. But what if these others belong to a different species and inhabit a radically alien universe? For example, how can the sane get to know what it actually feels like to be mad? Or, short of being born again as a visionary, a medium, or a musical genius, how can we ever visit the worlds which, to Blake, to Swedenborg, to Johann Sebastian Bach, were home?”

 The Doors of Perception, Aldous Huxley