▲ A summer house at the island Gotland, Sweden, photo by Johan Carlson for skona-hem — via emmas designblogg
▲ Work by Danish, heyhome — via from Scandinavia with love
▲ The office of three Stockholm based photographers, photo by Oskar Kullande — via from Scandinavia with love
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Other people’s dream is to get married and plan the perfect wedding. That’s not on my priority list.
My dream, since I was a kid, is to own my own home / studio and furnish it with the things I like.
Furniture and items from The Lollipop Shoppe.
Books to get:
79 Short Essays on Design by Michael Bierut.
Graphic Design: A User’s Manual by Adrian Shaughnessy.
Readings:
“Design thinking = how designers think” – Warren Berger at the FUSE 2010 conference.
Tyler Brûlé’s weekly Fast Lane column.
Michael Beirut at Design Observer.
Overdosing on:
Earl Grey tea.
Trying to:
Get past the failures.
I learned:
Things do not get easier when we get older.
CTRL Spring / Summer 10 Lookbook > view
CNY (Chinese New Year for you fellow foreigners) is around the corner (but doesn’t feel like it is).
I need to do before CNY (which is next weekend, gasp, yawn…) –
1. get my car washed. it has been un-washed for…er 6 months? maybe more? i know i’m lazy like that.
2. make tiramisu for 1st day of CNY so my relatives can go ‘oohh aaa’ and forget to ask me ‘how’s-business-and-all-that-usual”
3. uhm, that’s pretty much it.
Pic above by Unit Editions
I grew up in an unconventional household. Most furniture in our (now old) home were mostly custom made – we never had a sofa (even in our current home). I loved my old house I grew up in.
My parents had stacks of design books, letrasets, art and design tools around the house.
I grew up in a very artistic background…and my sister and I grew up really ‘westernized’ – we watched Western cartoons, tv shows, sitcoms, movies (Tom & Jerry, F.R.I.E.N.D.S, Beverly Hills 90210, etc)…we read Western books (Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl, Christopher Pike, etc); we grew up eating pasta, M&Ms, McDonalds, etc – and we spoke mostly in English to friends and family, occasionally in Chinese Cantonese but very minimal.
That’s just a handful and on top of my head, the things we grew up with.
In short, we were brought up 90% Western-influenced, 10% Chinese-influenced.
I never really felt I fit in to my surroundings early on in life. It never really bothered me that much, until a couple of years ago and most recently.
With all these things in between here and there happening in and around my country, I don’t feel like I belong here. There’s too many things to describe, and I will spare myself the agony and depression of writing them, but I know for sure I have had enough of all of this.
It’s time for a change.
