I recently spotted on Facebook a picture that a friend took of his children making sandcastles. This reminded me of a few photos taken in 1985 when my parents brought me to Sentosa island for a day of sun, sand and sea. Growing up in Singapore in the 1980s, Sentosa was the de-facto playground away from…
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It all started with me putting on a pair of knee-high white socks after a shower today – it seemed like a good idea for keeping warm when wearing shorts at home in winter. I had worn these only one other time, when a good friend got married two years ago. I was one of the…
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I don’t like shopping. While I can linger for hours in a bookstore, I simply don’t have the patience for browsing and trying on clothes. If I could afford it, I wouldn’t mind having a personal shopper figure out my sartorial dilemmas: Can you find me a diaphanous black silk blouse that is similar to what…
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An unexpected work trip on 20 January to London came up, lo’ and behold, this was right after the final day of the Masterpieces of Chinese Painting 700-1900 exhibition at the Victoria & Albert Museum. Quelle chance! I had recently chanced across the exhibition and was captivated by a 13th century painting of a Japanese monkey…
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I was in Antwerp last Saturday for the twice-yearly Contemporary Fashion Days – simply put, this is when Antwerp’s top designers such as Dries Van Noten, Ann Demeulemeester, Haider Ackermann and Stephan Schneider clear their stock from past collections at heavily discounted prices. The stock sales are held for just a few days and at various…
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I just returned from Singapore, where I spent two weeks catching up with family and friends, combined with almost non-stop feasting on spicy and hearty food. While taking a hot shower earlier today, I was thinking about my visit and wondered about the idea of nostalgia. Which in turn reminded me of Milan Kundera’s Ignorance,…
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I was home from work earlier than usual today. It was a little odd as I wasn’t quite sure with all that ‘extra’ time. ‘Extra’ because if I were to clock strict, regular hours and get off work at 1730, this would be the ‘usual’ time that I would be home. Anyway, I did the…
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There was a brief thunderstorm last night; lightning flashes, rumbling thunder, and raindrops pelting the empty streets of Brussels. I flung wide open all the windows in my living room. I wanted to bring the smell of the rain into the apartment. Impatient, I stuck my head out of a window; it was so nice to…
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When I first moved to Brussels, I stayed at the Sheraton hotel at Place Rogier for several weeks before I found an apartment and moved into it. Initially, I had no idea what the neighbourhood was like nor any inkling that Gare du Nord – just a few minutes away on foot from the hotel…
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Angelina Hue 