Who goes from a wedding in Montego Bay to another matrimonial affair in Ascot within a space of 36 hours whilst having to change outfits and hurriedly apply make-up in the car? Me. The explanation: After a music-filled first half of 2013′s summer segment, it was off to Jamaica for
‘How to manage time when you literally have none’… This, I have coined in acceptance of the fact that my life is a shining example of organised chaos. Or, as Forbes magazine recently phrased, ’a business in life’ - as part of an interesting story delving into the lives of ’virtual entrepreneurs’. The article actually
You’ll be reading this in the new year. But as of now, I’m still in 2012…startled by the year’s near end, and grateful for its overall momentousness. The forefront of my vision (as regular readers of this column will know) has always been to expose what is ethnically grand, to culturally merge creativity with
I’m inside my second home. A plane. En route to Dubai after almost a month of New York City, Los Angeles, Miami, presidential elections, memorable forums, marvellous galas, random “Bond” nights, momentary shopping and unexpected hurricanes.
T’was an interesting time, with many, many wondrous moments. Some of which were mildly aggravated by
As seen every month in the GCC’s Oh La La magazine
OK, so I’m pretty sure the editors at Ohlala! utterly despise my existence (I’m…so…sorry); this would primarily be due to my continued lack of timing. The column, in which you’re so