Chinese domestic indie/rock band Cold Fairyland had one live show @YuYinTang Shanghai tonight. I definitely cannot miss the chance.
Amon just back from Beijing for his graduate ceremony so we can meet again to take part in this live together. In such a wet summer night, we're close to lute.
I didn't hear any music of them only know that they're quite famous in China as an indie/rock band. Frankly, it's not special at all if it is just a rock band. But they use a lot of lute, together with violoncello, which makes their music has a kinda of strings instrument atmosphere.
Also with their great combination of lute, guitar and drum, makes me deeply impressed.
I took a short video of their music. I prefer their music to their songs.
Check it.
28 June, 2008
27 June, 2008
Sphere of fashion, small or damned huge?
This rain-pouring day...
I have to say i love Susie's blog so much, coz i can see plenty of fresh or sophisticated things from it. She also has many links aside and i just pick one from per group and it's already more than 10. Great, more and more info.
Checked these interesting blogs and really discovered the icon/details once heard from Double before. One of most hint me is almost every person with trousers ( long/9 deci or even shorter) has his trousers rolled up. That's not an obvious point, but successfully puts up little bit resort feeling.
And this little tip was already given to me in early May, think it's not so late to catch the worldwide trend...:P I did have my H&M trousers cuff rolled up when i was taken photo by FTD. The initial purpose is just to make the trousers shorter, i'm so fond of 9 deci length this spring/summer (i do make it shorter to ankle position later) and was told that it's a new way to make yourself look smarter. (after shortening i don't have any chance to be smarter again) :D
I remember i always tell Double that the fashion sphere is so small, the people in it often high. They contact with same kinda of people, go around for new fashion (somehow the image is more close to bees?), so if you are close to one of them, maybe go to one party or catwalk show you can find you gradually recognize there're always "these" people.
But after i checked these blogs from all over the world: London, Paris, New York City blablabla. I really cannot say it's small, it's damned huge.
It's a fancy world.
I have to say i love Susie's blog so much, coz i can see plenty of fresh or sophisticated things from it. She also has many links aside and i just pick one from per group and it's already more than 10. Great, more and more info.
Checked these interesting blogs and really discovered the icon/details once heard from Double before. One of most hint me is almost every person with trousers ( long/9 deci or even shorter) has his trousers rolled up. That's not an obvious point, but successfully puts up little bit resort feeling.
And this little tip was already given to me in early May, think it's not so late to catch the worldwide trend...:P I did have my H&M trousers cuff rolled up when i was taken photo by FTD. The initial purpose is just to make the trousers shorter, i'm so fond of 9 deci length this spring/summer (i do make it shorter to ankle position later) and was told that it's a new way to make yourself look smarter. (after shortening i don't have any chance to be smarter again) :D
I remember i always tell Double that the fashion sphere is so small, the people in it often high. They contact with same kinda of people, go around for new fashion (somehow the image is more close to bees?), so if you are close to one of them, maybe go to one party or catwalk show you can find you gradually recognize there're always "these" people.
But after i checked these blogs from all over the world: London, Paris, New York City blablabla. I really cannot say it's small, it's damned huge.
It's a fancy world.
26 June, 2008
The Bag Stare
—— quote from Style Bubble: Susie Bubble
I hate cliches about the 'haves' looking down at the 'have-nots', the 'labelled' laughing at the 'non-labels', 'the rich' snobbing it up about the 'the poor'. Most of the time, it seems to me that it's just an oversensitivity on the part of all latter parties. Life is rarely like Pretty Women and the posh shop assistants aren't jeering at you in this tough economic climate when they're mainly grateful to you just for frequenting their store. When I stumble upon a cliche, it pisses the hell out of me for the reason that I've always hated pigeon-holing people. So today, when I got on the tube, sat right down and was stressfully drinking my Americano, I noticed two ladies sitting across from me giving me the oddest looks. Did I have unrubbed moisteriser on my face? Was my hair sticking up? My outfit was a little tame/rushed so nothing to look at there. I then realised they were staring at my bag, an old and faded Vivienne Westwood number. Then as quickly as I caught the stare, they then turned away and exchanged a sort of knowing 'sneery' look with each other. I had encountered the Bag Stare. The, 'What bag is she carrying and how much did it cost?' sizing up act. I kid readers not, it was 'sneery' and like I said, I don't usually imagine these sort of things for the reason that I just don't believe that people act like this in real life unless they were deluding themselves into thinking that they were playing the bitches in 'Mean Girls' or something. So I returned the favour and clocked their bags, a black Hermes and a black quilted Chanel. Nice.
I hate cliches about the 'haves' looking down at the 'have-nots', the 'labelled' laughing at the 'non-labels', 'the rich' snobbing it up about the 'the poor'. Most of the time, it seems to me that it's just an oversensitivity on the part of all latter parties. Life is rarely like Pretty Women and the posh shop assistants aren't jeering at you in this tough economic climate when they're mainly grateful to you just for frequenting their store. When I stumble upon a cliche, it pisses the hell out of me for the reason that I've always hated pigeon-holing people. So today, when I got on the tube, sat right down and was stressfully drinking my Americano, I noticed two ladies sitting across from me giving me the oddest looks. Did I have unrubbed moisteriser on my face? Was my hair sticking up? My outfit was a little tame/rushed so nothing to look at there. I then realised they were staring at my bag, an old and faded Vivienne Westwood number. Then as quickly as I caught the stare, they then turned away and exchanged a sort of knowing 'sneery' look with each other. I had encountered the Bag Stare. The, 'What bag is she carrying and how much did it cost?' sizing up act. I kid readers not, it was 'sneery' and like I said, I don't usually imagine these sort of things for the reason that I just don't believe that people act like this in real life unless they were deluding themselves into thinking that they were playing the bitches in 'Mean Girls' or something. So I returned the favour and clocked their bags, a black Hermes and a black quilted Chanel. Nice.
So I had walked into a pretty typical 'fashion snobbery' scenario. Not only was it cliched but it also seemed dated to me. Are people still playing the 'I have a better bag than you' card? Is it still the way to constantly play with the bag and swig it around (despite sitting still on a tube journey...) to demonstrate its lux-ness? I didn't think so until I had experienced the Bag Stare this morning. It was sort of a little bizarre as they then proceeded to spend the whole journey putting lot of make-up on until they got off. I was rather weirded out by the fact that they seemed to be purposely pigeon holing themselves into the 'WAG-wannabe, designer-loving, overly-preened' box. Again, I'd like to think there's a bit of balance in the world. What's even more annoying is that other women, who were carrying canvas totes as you do in this hot weather, got onto the tube and clocked these ladies' designer bags and proceeded to display a look of jealousy/want on their faces. I guess high-value bags still tug away somewhere on people's fashion psyche which is ever so slightly depressing.
Oh well... I would have liked to have waved around a flag that said 'Miuccia Prada says bags are over and shoes are in...' but then again that's another cliched trap I'd be falling into. Let's hope reality knocks on the door of my tube journey tomorrow.
25 June, 2008
for those who're not so lucky...or miserable
For "P.S. I Love You"
yup, ok, actually i think i'll never have the possibility to find or marry a man like Gerry. then the movie really tells me that maybe it's not just an unlucky thing.
u see the lovely 19 year old Holly met handsome gorgeous Irish Gerry. he's crazily fond of her and, yep, they got married.
they're almost happy together and they also qurrels. they bet to sing and she broke her nose. she's always upset with money and go mad with luxery shoes, he gives all his love and tolerance, says i can go nowhere. that's too sweet to not make me cry.
and suddenly he died. she's certainly unable to get it over. the only clue is the letters. the only comfort.
but is that still too much depended?
that's not a correct way.
when i worked off today, stepping out the hall, i told myself. u, have to, look forward, move on, see sth. new not just the sweetiest past.
the past is the past.
never occurs again.
p.s. i miss u, baby.
yup, ok, actually i think i'll never have the possibility to find or marry a man like Gerry. then the movie really tells me that maybe it's not just an unlucky thing.
u see the lovely 19 year old Holly met handsome gorgeous Irish Gerry. he's crazily fond of her and, yep, they got married.
they're almost happy together and they also qurrels. they bet to sing and she broke her nose. she's always upset with money and go mad with luxery shoes, he gives all his love and tolerance, says i can go nowhere. that's too sweet to not make me cry.
and suddenly he died. she's certainly unable to get it over. the only clue is the letters. the only comfort.
but is that still too much depended?
that's not a correct way.
when i worked off today, stepping out the hall, i told myself. u, have to, look forward, move on, see sth. new not just the sweetiest past.
the past is the past.
never occurs again.
p.s. i miss u, baby.
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