Just looking at that bowl of pierogi (Polish dumplings) makes me salivate intensely. They were so damn good, I can still taste the crispiness of the pan-fried dough and delightfully sweet and sour flavour of the fresh cream and plum preserve on the tip of my tongue. One slightly damp morning in Haye’s Valley, we found ourselves at a quaint little cafe called 20th Century , which specialised in … Continue reading Everyday People – Mom
One night my travel bud and I passed by this small, bustling bar just off Divisadero St in NoPa. It had that cool make-shift garage look, complete with tribal skeletons sprayed on the walls. So after a fancy dinner around the corner we found ourselves at El Mercado La Urbano, the casual little brother bar to swish Mexican restaurant La Urbana right next door. We … Continue reading Everyday People – Chris
Cody has a special place in my heart as the first person to ever touch my skin… …with a needle and ink! I got my first one at Black Heart Tattoo on Valencia St in the Mission District, a colourful part of town where beanies, beards and trendy boutiques co-exist harmoniously alongside taquerias, Arabic tobacco shops and a crazy lady who wears lampshades on her … Continue reading Everyday People – Cody
San Francisco was different. Like a kid going to the beach, listening to a band play live or eating an ice cream for the very first time my senses were immersed in everything around me. I was an explorer of a foreign land and the only way I knew how to get under the skin of the place was to talk to its inhabitants. Approaching … Continue reading Everyday people – a series
Spotted this gentleman getting some lunch at the local warung. He looked like a character straight out of a Chinese kung fu movie. Jl. Pluit Sakti Raya Jakarta, Indonesia x Grandma AL Continue reading Kung Fu Master at the warung
We caught buses a lot while we were in San Francisco. Magical places they were; where people of different backgrounds and generations converged and rode in harmony (most of the time). Mums and their kids; hobos seeking shelter; old Chinese ladies with trolleys going to the markets; teenage kids jamming hard on their ipods; Mexican cowboys; hipsters from the Mission. If you want to experience … Continue reading Ode to the 30 bus
There is something quite gratifying about being stuck on a plane for a 14-hour flight and it’s not the blockbuster movie marathons or free grog. #whiskeyontherocks For those 14 hours we get to disconnect ourselves from reality; from Facebook news feeds; from work deadlines; from ‘To Do’ lists. Long haul plane rides are like pit stops from the fast lanes that are our lives. In … Continue reading 14
@ London Fashion Week 2014 x Grandma AL FaceHunter | NOWMANIFEST.COM. Continue reading My kinda ‘It’ Bag
A little pop of colour to kiss away the dreary winter blues. Oppa Gangnam style. x Grandma AL FaceHunter | NOWMANIFEST.COM. Continue reading K-pop dreaming
A few weeks ago I visited the church of soul singer Erykah Badu. For Badu, music is her religion – a way to connect with something/someone bigger than herself. Mesmerising the crowd with her charismatic storytelling, you believed she had lived every word she sung. Being in a room with a person who is so creatively and spiritually free was liberating for me, especially as … Continue reading The church of Badu
The Adventures of Grandma AL 