Flashback to Miami, the land of rainbows and neon. Sometimes, when things go in an extreme direction in places, I feel the need to go the opposite way. The rule is that there are no rules. Say hello to this beaded maxi stunner. It was tainted by a little red wine later in the night, but thank goodness sparkling water really does create miracles when no one at the table has a Tide To Go Stain Pen.
Steele top C/MEO Collective pants Salvatore Ferragamo purse from Farfetch Jocelyn fur jacket
Last week we had a very special 48 hours in Miami for Art Basel, courtesy of the NetJets private jet company. NetJets got us to Miami in style. This was my first time on a private jet (or shall I say PJ like the cool people do), and I was not disappointed. Our 2.5 hour flight flew by. The extra leg room and comfy seats definitely helped make our flight super enjoyable. Not to mention, the made to order meals and surround sound system which came in handy for our awesome first and second attempts at the Mannequin Challenge. NetJets was one of the major sponsors during Art Basel, and they made sure our two night stay was effortless and comfortable. We were hosted by the wonderful Four Seasons Miami in the Brickell area of Miami, where in-between the happenings everyone chilled out poolside. Just FYI, the salads at the hotel are amazing! Not to mention, the sunset view from the pool. They seem to last a lifetime in this place. Our last day of Art Basel we finally hit up the Miami Beach Convention Center, which is one of the main Art Basel show locations. There we had a visit to the NetJets exclusive owner’s lounge to get a taste of what it’s really like to live the high life while at Art Basel. All white with dried flowers hanging from the ceiling, it really was the most peaceful and relaxed lounge ever. When it comes to food, art, architecture and parties, Miami knows how to mix it all up together perfectly, and we had a taste of it all with NetJets. And it’s not everyday that we get to fly private 🙂 It was an experience for sure! To be honest, I wish I could always fly #OnlyNetJets. And thanks to the team at Fohr Card for organizing this trip!
And the day has come to wrap up my photo escapades from Malaysia. I became a little teary eyed throughout the editing process of this blog post. It was indeed one of the most magical trips that I’ve taken in quite a long time. A learning experience. It was an exploration of one’s roots. A reconnection with family that I feel I didn’t have a chance to experience fully in the past. A physical adjustment to weather and food choice. Learning to adapt is a strength that I find very useful to have. An eye opening vision to a place that is so different from home, but so familiar at the exact same time. That last part is something I can’t stress more, and it is why I encourage people to travel as much as they can when they are in their twenties. There’s so much to learn out there in the world. Endless stories to share, as long as we are ready and able to listen. And if we weren’t good listeners before, maybe it can help us become better. There are cultural traditions to borrow from and pass along; to compare and contrast with our own, possibly unlocking a door within ourselves to ideas we never before held or even though out. As individuals, we are each a very small yet extremely significant parts of the process of this thing called cultural diffusion. A sort of globalization of the mind on a personal level. Traveling is the best way to burst your bubble and see the world through the eyes of others. It’s a reminder that no matter where you are in your state in life, mentally and physically, the world goes round and round and round. And every single turn is just as important as the last.
Malacca City is a very special place indeed. I haven’t visited since I was a teenager, but the place still stood out clear in my mind since that visit. It was at the top of my list of places to come back to during my Malaysia trip. Malacca City is full of rich history and colorful diversity. This old city once had a major role in the trade routes, catching attention from all over the world, and especially that of Portugal, and then the Dutch and then the British, up until World War II when the Japanese invaded. It wasn’t until 1963 that Malaysia as a country declared its independence. So, as you can tell, there has been many stories told, and I’m sure many to tell, about this beautiful city. And the city, you can feel it as you walk through its streets full of restaurants and shops and temples, all the different sorts of feet and cultures that have made their ways down them, too. Malacca doesn’t work to hide its past, but embraces it so much as a matter of fact, that it’s inescapable in the present time. The smell of a type of food in the air, one that pulls ingredients from all over the world to create something so unique for our tastebuds. It’s hard not to salivate while walking the streets made up of Portuguese-style architecture. My favorite dish here is the Hainanese chicken and chicken rice. The city is actually known for their unique take on the chicken rice. Instead of served freshly steamed in a bowl, the rice is rolled into little balls that are to be eating as a whole after being be dipped into soy sauce, some chili sauce and maybe a dab of garlic. It’s something you can hardly find anywhere else in the world, and made as well done as it is made in Malacca, where the dish has been perfected through many generations time. The city is famous for snacks so delicious, it’s almost unimaginable that they could be real, and packaged in such an exquisite way. After the afternoon gloom broke up, the sunshine hit the buildings and the city seemed over-saturated in such a way that you feel you are walking around with tinted glasses on. It’s a city that feels perpetually rose-tinted, even when it rains. It’s undeniably amazing. The energy is wild, especially on the weekends, when tourists from other parts of Malaysia, not to mention from all over the world, explore the city and create their own path through it, leaving remnants to be built upon as time goes on. What a lovely thing to think about, ya?