Clarke Quay

June 22, 2014 40

The only time you’ll see me in just a dress and heels is if:
(a) it’s too damn hot to deal with anything else, in which case the heels probably wouldn’t even be there)
(b) I’ve lost the plot (indeed, I’m currently wearing a rather generous maxi situation in my frantic cramming for Tuesday morning’s exam) OR
(c) I’m doing filming work and nothing else looks good on camera.

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Margaret Zhang in Singapore wearing Alice McCall Kobe Japan Dress and Windsor Smith Gillie Heels

 

In desperate need of a breather from lex loci delicti, I dug up a few snaps from the end of a ridiculously long day working in Singapore at the end of last year. Despite a spending just a couple of jam-packed days in town, I have to say that my impressions of the city-state/country have vastly improved from my bored mall-tripping, sweat-dripping days as a seven-year-old in transit, home bound from seeing relatives in China. Much like the other contained lifestyle constructs that have sprung to life over the past few decades (my favourite, by far, is the Dempsey complex), Clarke Quay is something of a candy land, sitting pretty amongst serious infrastructure. Fifty pastel paint permutations later, who am I not to kick on a dress and heels?

Now, being a through and through pants person, the only time you’ll see me in just a dress and heels is if (a) it’s too damn hot to deal with anything else, in which case the heels probably wouldn’t even be there), (b) I’ve lost the plot (indeed, I’m currently wearing a rather generous maxi situation in my frantic cramming for Tuesday morning’s exam), or (c) I’m doing filming work and nothing else looks good on camera.

On this particular day in Singapore, (c) was the primary motivation, and (a) was only mildly influential – as usual, outside was basically a sauna, but as I said, the reason you only see news anchors and morning show hosts in dresses is because, unless they’re bedazzled or bright red, trousers just look sloppy on a screen. Over the course of the series we shot across Asia, I learned the hard way that playing with proportions and millions of layers do not flatter you in playback at all. Even too crazy a pattern or too textured a fabric will do strange things when you move in direct light. That morning, the camera guys sent me back up to my hotel room four times before they were satisfied that my outfit wouldn’t moray, and even then, they had both admitted by the end of the day that they’ve never seen a dress quite like it.

And neither had I. Alice McCall does that.

If all goes to plan, I should be back in the steamy city some time in July before we switch off in Bali. So looking forward to markets, fresh juice, and awesome food-fashion hybrid retail concepts!

Time’s up. Back to work.