So, Fashion Forward…If a resident in Dubai, you may have seen the poster boards – everywhere. If remotely interested in Middle East fashion, you’re bound to have heard about it – a lot. If quite the cynic of everything Dubai related when it comes to fashion intelligence, you’re probably not interested - at all.And how can anyone blame
Chanel. You already know.
Just one of those iconic brands that impossibly but very possibly never ceases to fail. It is an ultimate love affair, that never cheats. A most inspiring friend, never disappointing.
Every being associated, regardless of ‘faux’ level, becomes somehow completely uplifted. Just like that. And with every counterfeit maker so closely following Chanel’s every move,
‘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