of emperors,leibovitz and cheap eats
This was the first time my best friends, A & M, and I travelled together so there was much anticipation for a weekend getaway from tirelessly working over the summer.
It was after all a disguised foodie’s pilgrimage to:
Zumbo’s Pâtisserie :: for macarons,
Musashi :: for green tea crème brûlée,
Guzman Y Gomez :: for spicy chicken guerrero,
Chat Thai :: for sweet & savoury asian delights,
Fish Market :: for our seafood cravings
Chinatown :: for Emperor’s Puffs and
Hurricane’s :: for grilled pork ribs.
1/ The Romanesque QVB. The intricate tiled floors, glorious stained glass windows and old cage elevators transports you back into the early 20th century where I wished I was dressed like Miss Delysia Lafosse.
2/ The subway just brought back fond memories of the London tube - the colour scheme, underground breeze and the large gap between the train and platform. Yes, London beckons!
This stop was where we got off and split both ways. I willingly went alone to the Annie Leibovitz: A Photographer’s Life 1990-2005 exhibition whilst A & M went to see the Terracotta Army. Naturally, my affinity to gelatin silver prints & matted paper far outweigh my observing concrete soldiers and horses.
My personal favourites from the exhibition were the black & white portraits of Al Pacino & Robert De Niro taken in her West 26th studio and those of her daughters. Her celebrity photoshoots for Vanity Fair always leave me swooning.
3/ 4PM “lunch” at Chat Thai was also the idea of the 45 already eating patrons, to my astonishment. We ate to our heart’s delight despite A’s disappointment in her 5th attempt to try their infamous sweet potato balls that were already sold out since early morning :(
4/ My very first Hillsong experience, all inclusive of their own shuttle bus to the city campus. I must say their Vision 2011 book blew me away with the design and prints. Their creativity was as inspiring as the authenticity in the way their songs are written. You must get your hands on their latest album, aftermath [‘aftər,maθ]!
5/ A trip to the Harbour City is never complete without putting on large white bibs and gnawing on pork ribs at Hurricane’s. Oui, c’est la vie pour nous femmes!
