An Hermès Journey

There are just way too many exhibitions going on in London right now, and so many of which I want to go to. Well I began with the Hermès Leather Forever exhibition since it is on my ‘Must Go’ list and it’s free (considering I am quite broke at the moment).

We began with the library of skins with an intoxicating scent of leather that you can’t avoid. Next up was the artisan’s studio where they had two Hermès craftsmen at work, visitors could just go up to them and talk to them. There wasn’t much chatting going on though, perhaps no one wanted to interrupt the concentration and precision that goes into an Hermès leather good. I witnessed a grass green Constance bag (so cute) in the making. I asked the artisan when his Hermès career started and he said 20 years ago. (He looked quite young! Ah French people and their elixir of youth)


12 rooms make the whole of the exhibition and it was very well put together and immaculate (well it’s Hermès). The room taking you through their travel collection was lit in a shade of burnt orange and filled with sand – a true nomadic ambience. There was a lot of play with lighting effects as well. I was peering into a box when a mini light show took place right before my eyes.

It was such a shame that photography wasn’t allowed, but I managed to sneak this shot. Note the bag at the top left corner; it’s a tiny little Kelly with a cheeky face (isn’t it adorable!).

Hermès Leather Forever Exhibition

8 - 27 May 2012

6 Burlington Gardens

London W1

Pink hair (before going ginger)

I finally dyed my hair pink (or tried to). I have been warned that it won't last, especially on black hair. Apparently black hair turns orange if the bleach was not left in for long enough, fearing that my hair would just break and fall off - as thin as it already is - my hair is probably going to turn ginger when the pink washes off. 

Mint green Acne jacket, AA leggings, Salvatore Ferragamo loafers, Alexander Wang Kristen Satchel and a blob of my pink hair

Icecreamist, South Piazza, Covent Garden, WC2E 8RF London

After weeks of rain (A few wet weeks vs two dry years! Okay okay...) I finally got the chance to wear my Acne jacket. I have been on the hunt for the perfect spring light jacket and when I tried this on at the Acne Archive in Stockholm I couldn't part with it. The colour and the fit is just perfect (very difficult to find a perfect jacket being petite).

I also paid a visit to Icecreamist, the ice-cream parlor infamous for the "Baby Gaga" breast milk ice-cream (ew). Taste-wise it was nice, mind you not the breast milk ice-cream. But judging by the little swab of ice-cream (see photo above) I got, I felt scammed. :@

Floral Shirt

My mothers reaction to this floral shirt was that its very "see nai"(師奶). Meaning it's a shirt for domestic housewives in their 40s, or just basically its very ugly. Surely it isn't a compliment, but she says this all the time about my choice of clothing - the shape is very "see nai", the colour is very "see nai" and so on. Usually I would just retort something along the lines of "At this age I won't look 'see nai' whatever I wear." 


Which is totally true, I mean really, don't think I would turn into a 40 years old housewife, whatever I wear. 

Zara floral shirt, DKNY maxi skirt, Prada shoes

Mint Green and Fuchsia

Zara Mint Green Vest Top with metal tipped collar, Uniqlo cashmere sweater, Prada boots,  Alexander Wang Kristen Satchel


St James' Park, London

It did not occur to me that I very conveniently left all of my white clothes in Hong Kong until last week when it felt like summer was just around the corner. So I asked my mother to send me my white jeans, and then remembering I also forgot about my white tops (oh nooo my T by A.wangs). Indeed very annoying, but instead of asking her to send me another care package full of white clothes, I decided it was time for me to abandon whites. I have been steering my purchases towards the other side of the colour spectrum as of late. Finally breaking out of my comfort zone after years of wearing white in spring and summer. Buh bye you dull colour.

Everbeen

Acne dress, Mulberry bag, Zara boots

Everbean 30 Avery Row London W1K 4BB

A coffee sesh with good friends is in order on a gloomy (and slightly chilly) Sunday. Everbean is a quiet oasis tucked in the corner of Avery Row near New Bond Street, serves perfect flat whites. I also had a fun time looking at people who hurried past.