Visited van Gogh’s grave at Auvers-sur-oise over the weekend. It was the loveliest grave (along with his brother’s who was buried by his side), covered with creepers. 

I couldn’t resist, and took a momento from his grave. 

From birth, to dust, we are revived once more through the beautiful creation we have left behind, and new life. 

Heading out to Auvers-sur-oise today, the last home of van Gogh.  Looking forward to seeing the eligse d’Auvers-sur-oise in real life. 

During a recent photoshoot with Marie Claire, I was asked, among other questions, “who is your style icon?”

I was stumped. Truthfully, I haven’t glanced at fashion magazines for over a year, and was pretty much clueless on anything pop culture.  

I thought quickly of what I was currently wearing: a thrifted Tibetan ankle-length skirt that I bought for RM10 for election reform aid, a Bersih Sabah tee, and a green rose clip that gathered my rather untidy hair into a bun.

Flowers in the hair, wishes for election reform, long silhouette…..

“Aung San Suu Kyi”, I blurted out. 

The writer paused, with a surprised yet approving look. 

“Aung San Suu Kyi”, I repeated with more confidence, “because she epitomizes everything I hope to be one day”

Of courage, of gentleness, of compassion, of generous love.

Absolutely cool Solange Knowles. Follow her Damn Blog: http://mydamnblog.com/

Met Rodin’s St Jean Baptiste today at musée d’orsay - he was gorgeous. 

The luminous Zadie Smith.

Currently in Paris, and am obsessed with garancedore.fr -  am finding inspiration from the interesting styles on gorgeous women of all looks. This photo is from here: http://www.garancedore.fr/en/2012/02/10/at-cafe-colette/

we all fall down.

Me in my little chambre in Basel, Switzerland

(blogging for the first time after long hiatus)