It is election weekend, which is terribly exciting! I have been panda-eyed all week from the rallies and videos! I think this has made out to be one of the most exciting elections season as yet, especially with the impact of new media.
I shall not discuss my votes and preferences, since this blog is not meant to be vaguely political or even serious, at all.
Instead lets indulge in superficial frivolities, haha!
Like this sailor hat I am actually contemplating to get for Tempura. N, my new roommate (old now, after two weeks) says he thinks it is scary the way cat owners anthromorphize cats. I love having N by my side, by the way. He is awesome. Irving – he is like W, he is minimalist in style and sense, we talk happily about photography, he has this stunning 1950s Leica, it is so comfortable talking to him in the midst of work. He is the buddy who makes my work bearable. But no one can replace you, Irving, so no worries.
This Sailor went to sea-sea-sea
to see what she could see-see-see
but all that she could see-see-see
Was a hat and collar just for she!
The first cat looks like Ophelia. I was actually meant to adopt this adorable black and brown kitten, whom I named my little Ophelia, when I visited C to get a kitten. But she always seemed to be hiding from me, and it was little Tempura who came to rub her nose into my palm. So it was little affectionate Tempura who cried ‘wee wee wee’ all the way home.
Also in love with this new book that I got from Books Actually, this overpriced, but quaint bookstore in Singapore. I love their artbooks collection, and I think Soon Lee must be a really cool dude to have built up such a gorgeous collection. And I really like Henri Cartier-Bresson too.
The book, “Creative Spaces – Urban Homes of Artists and Innovaters” is a stunning piece of the living spaces of milk-toof like artists, and short little interviews with them. I love picking the minds of artists and writers, which explains my fondness for the Paris Reviews. They are so fun!
The rooms are all rather pop-culture-ish, which is not really my design aesthetic, but boy do they tell intriguing stories.
Also got a copy of Vogue Living. Another gorgeous edition, and the living spaces are smoky, pensive and romantic. The house below is owned by David Bromley.
What will it be like growing up in such a home?
On another jumpy note, thanks to Karmen, who had remembered, I found my dream dress this week! It was the dress which first got me into EGL, and for years I have been searching for it, and it has always been my favourite Moi meme Moitie creation.
It is actually a very simple navy/black pleated creation with the signature Moitie Renaissance sleeves, but I have a certain fondness for it being the first dress I fell in love with from Moitie. It is not a really popular dress, but I had been hoping to find it for 6 years. Thank you Karmen for finding my dream dress for me!~ ^-^
I feel happier this week, more at home with myself.
BLAME IT ON THE BOSSA NOVA.
My life is running like a perpetual calender.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince:
“And sure enough, a moment later there was a knock on the back door. Mrs. Weasley jumped up and hurried to it; with one hand on the doorknob and her face pressed against the wood she called softly, “Arthur, is that you?” “Yes,” came Mr. Weasley’s weary voice. “But I would say that even if I were a Death Eater, dear. Ask the question!” “Oh, honestly …” “Molly!” “All right, all right … What is your dearest ambition?” “To find out how airplanes stay up.” Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the doorknob, but apparently Mr. Weasley was holding tight to it on the other side, because the door remained firmly shut. “Molly! I’ve got to ask you your question first!” “Arthur, really, this is just silly. …” “What do you like me to call you when we’re alone together?” Even by the dim light of the lantern Harry could tell that Mrs. Weasley had turned bright red; he himself felt suddenly warm around the ears and neck, and hastily gulped soup, clattering his spoon as loudly as he could against the bowl. “Mollywobbles,” whispered a mortified Mrs. Weasley into the crack at the edge of the door.”
Pretty mysteries from Littledot, Etsy