Monthly Archives: March 2012

In the meantime…

In the meantime…

Yes, I know. I have realized it myself.

I know I haven’t blogged as frequently as I should (or as frequently as I want to), because I am currently in a transient phase that is a lethal combination of my increasingly frequent bouts of writer’s block, exhaustion that does not allow me to do anything except work and get what little sleep I can, and my general discontent and utter incredulity at certain events that have transpired in recent weeks. But I definitely do intend to get back in the swing of things again, because, despite the writer’s block, there are a great many things that I have to write about, but I just don’t know how to go about it.

That’s the strange thing that I have noticed about myself these days, and also one of the reasons I haven’t been blogging. Where I was once candid and made no effort to hide my true feelings or suppress my opinions about any one subject or person, I now find myself struggling to think of a way to write about certain things without offending people. And this struggle greatly bothers me, because, in a way, it goes against my very core principles of throwing diplomacy and sugar(coating) to the wind and just being my own brutally honest self.

But I suppose even brutal honesty has to be pared down every once in a while when it usually involves excessive swearing and cursing on my part.

Nevertheless, I do fully intend to return to my normal blogging, once I am able to collect my thoughts and siphon them coherently enough to write about them — which I hope will be very, very soon. Until then, please be patient with me, and for my much more regular spurts of anger, you can follow me on Twitter.

Charlotte Casiraghi for Gucci

Charlotte Casiraghi for Gucci

Charlotte Casiraghi, the daughter of Caroline, Hereditary Princess of Monaco, has been chosen as the new face of Gucci. This isn’t entirely surprising, given that she has been the brand’s equestrian ‘ambassador’ for at least the last couple of years now, and has had Frida Giannini design all her equestrian outfits specially for her and kept jealously out of public retail space.

I’ve become a big fan of Charlotte’s over the last few years. Besides the obvious fact that she is the granddaughter of the late Grace Kelly, who was also one of my icons, there is something about her immensely cool, almost indifferent, demeanor that I find incredibly appealing. She has managed to retain some semblance of a normal life by being as low-profile as her family and status allow her to be, and her often unsmiling face goes remarkably well with her effortlessly chic style.

With the release of the first shots of her Gucci campaign, it seems as though it has been a long time since Gucci found anyone truly fitting as an ambassador — lifestyle-wise, in any case. Natasha Poly served her purpose relatively well as the fashion spokesperson for the brand, but Charlotte somehow puts the human element into it. Hopefully this is going to be a long-term — or at least longer than the initially agreed-upon two years — partnership.

Meanwhile, let’s just all take a moment to gawk.

Faith recovered in the mail

Faith recovered in the mail

Every couple of months, ever since I moved to Challis Damansara, my mother gives me mail that is still being sent to the Subang Jaya house and passed on by the new residents. I usually put them aside because these are newsletters from department stores like Parkson and Isetan, who appear to have ignored my request to stop sending them, and catalogs from brands like Chanel and Dior, who apparently don’t give you an option at all of wanting to receive such mail or not.

So the last time my mother gave me a stack of mail from the old house, back in January, I left them on one of the shelves of my dressing table, and forgot about them — until last night, when I finally decided to look through them and get rid of what I didn’t need. It was then that I came across one envelope addressed to me in handwriting, which I found odd because nobody bothers to actually write anything these days. So out of curiosity, I ripped the envelope open, and out fell these:

Yes, these are the contents of the wallet I lost when I got robbed back in December. Everything was there — my ID, driver’s license, New York State license, membership cards, and even my FJ Benjamin vouchers (which, obviously, have since expired) — except my credit and debit cards, which didn’t matter because I had canceled them immediately after the robbery. And after looking at them for maybe almost a full minute, I burst into tears and called my mother.

She said it was likely that the thieves had thrown away my wallet after taking the cash — not realizing that the wallet was worth at least 20 times the cash — and a passerby had found the wallet. “It was probably a Bangsar person who found it; they might be the more decent ones. It’s not safe to send credit cards in the mail, and it’s more tedious to send a whole wallet.” That was my mother giving everybody the benefit of the doubt; I just thought whoever found my wallet had decided to keep it, but felt guilty enough to send the contents to the only address they could find in it.

Nevertheless, regardless of who found my wallet and how the cards came back to me, it restored a little smidgen of my faith in humankind. Scant and halfhearted though these little acts of kindness may be, it’s refreshing to know that they are not of a bygone era, and that the world has not entirely lost what little goodness it has left.