Causeway Minute

December 9, 2013 1

Like New York, Hong Kong throws my body completely out of line.

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Like New York, Hong Kong throws my body completely out of line. If my dreary eyes weren’t telltale enough, the widespread availability of dumplings, and humans in the Apple store, past bedtime (both tried and tested scenarios) have you wide awake until you start reassessing the feasibility of your planned activity of the following morning – upon which you’re far too spent to even contemplate what to wear to dumplings breakfast.

I jest – Lanson Place’s AM buffet fruit selection is right up there alongside Din Tai Fung.

Jokes aside, Hong Kong isn’t dubbed the Big Apple of Asia for no reason. It is, perhaps, more of a world crossroads than the Apple itself. It packs a 16 hour day for you, with hikes on the side, retail to share, and green tea to go. It combines all of Asia’s bizarre social phenomenons with a burgeoning expat cafe culture in one huge mixing pot of getting lost in Lane Crawford. It caters for those who work too hard and those who hardly work at all. And somehow, somehow, it runs like god damn clockwork.

On this particular morning, Alex and I had scarfed dumplings three meals in a row, and were on the prowl for our fourth. My scarf, on the other hand, had not seen the light of day since our first 24 hours in Honkers – it is a widely known fact that Australians bring the sun wherever they go (back me up here, Phuket…). But, for a sub-20 morning, this fringed yard of plaid was probably the sole saviour for what would have been a straight up set of basics. The perfect basics, no less – we all crave electric blue leather legs and perfect warm-grey tees to roll out of bed in on a daily basis (as far as I’m concerned, Les Chiffoniers and James Perse do the best of these respectively) – but in a city that demands insanity, a blanket around one’s shoulders and a hairy hat speak volumes to an Asian Empire state of mind.

But now, to bed – for I lie, and I’m actually in remote Sichuan, China, as I write about an endearingly crazed metropolis that my body has since forgotten. Alex and I have spent the past few days exploring the mountainous regions, glassy lakes and Tibetan villages of 九寨沟 in near-zero temperatures.

My nose has never been so runny.

Too much information?

Too bad.

Good night!

James Perse Sanded Tee – Les Chiffoniers Leather Pants from THE OUTNET – River Island Pom Pom Cap – TDL Scarf from Glassworks Studios – Swarovski Watch – Nomadic Camera Bag

Shot on Nikon D600 and Sigma 150-500mm at Lanson Place Hotel via Luxe Nomad

  • Amy

    Love your style and blog! You should write a post on your beauty routine for your natural look :)