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.
Finally making a path for a way out. A long way up the top of the stairs, but it will be worth it in the end.
On another note, loungehere.com’s 8th anniversary is coming up, and yes there will be something new…after a 4 year hiatus.
Keeping myself focused, in the meantime.
Pic above taken at PJ Trade Centre.
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.
Been lacking motivation to post anything.
Be back soon, when I get my momentum back.
XO
