YOU CAN ONLY WORK FOR PEOPLE THAT YOU LIKE
This is a curious rule and it took me a long time to learn because in fact at the beginning of my practice I felt the opposite. Professionalism required that you didn’t particularly like the people that you worked for or at least maintained an arms length relationship to them, which meant that I never had lunch with a client or saw them socially. Then some years ago I realised that the opposite was true. I discovered that all the work I had done that was meaningful and significant came out of an affectionate relationship with a client. And I am not talking about professionalism; I am talking about affection. I am talking about a client and you sharing some common ground. That in fact your view of life is someway congruent with the client, otherwise it is a bitter and hopeless struggle.
– Milton Glaser
Ten Things I Have Learned from the AIGA Talk in London, November 22, 2001.
Found this little gem on one of Hock’s shelves. I guess this is the plus side of knowing a hoarder. The label is from a 1984 bottle of Scotch whiskey from The Glenrothes Distillery. Their vintage labels go all the way back to 1975 (though the 1984 bottles aren’t on sale anymore), and each bottle is labeled and signed by hand – a very nice touch.
If I were to ever start drinking whiskey, it would be for something special like this!
The original labels. Check out The Glenrothes Distillery website for more info.
More pics and videos of this little dude. I’m just gonna assume it’s a girl, since she’s kinda ratty and boring-looking, like most female birds. lol
She’s started flying around my room a bit, but still can’t seem to gain much height. I think she needs more feathers!
In case you haven’t seen it, please visit our lovely new website, www.manic.com.sg. This site is was built on many cans of beer, proof that alcohol is a valid option for alternative fuel.
Our super nom nom nom dinner at 33 Rooms. We had an unknown number of courses that included a huge alaskan crab.
Our Indian friend being Indian.
Somehow Priya is always the star of the show.
Check out this little shit that my mum found. Think it might be a baby sparrow. She found it on the ground, unable to fly – probably fell out of a tree. So for now, we’re playing mum to it. The little fucker’s already bossing us around, complaining when we put it back in its (oversized) box and constantly asking for food (by chirping with its mouth wide open -_-
But yeah, it’s kinda cute. It likes to perch on my hand and if I try to put it down, it’ll fly back to me. Hopefully it’ll be able to fly away on its own soon. Catch it on video here.
HAHAHAH fucking cute. I love that the one on the right really knows how to shake it like a polaroid picture.
Some pet photos from my recent trip to Taipei. Taipei is so pet-friendly! I saw dogs in carrier bags, lounging around shops, obediently trotting after their owners and even riding around town on scooters. And the best part is that they all look well-cared for. Even the stray ones look well-fed.
Bonus: Kitties in Taipei!
Last night I dreamt that I had a very close friend and father figure who was some high flyer. He was throwing a party, and he bought a nine-seater convertible stretch BMW. It was champagne-coloured and had three rows of three seats and an elongated boot (the boot itself was like two-metres long – I remember thinking it looked like a coffin). The front seat was much like a truck/van – it had a sofa-like seat that ran across the width of the car, without the gear stick in the middle. The seats were made of super soft, tan leather. The steering wheel was on the left. I remember riding in the back with the top down, thinking about how ridiculous a convertible stretch BMW was.
When we arrived at his house, he drove the car in – the garage opened into the house. On the inside, there were massive, tall ceilings with lots of natural light. The house had a lot of wood and even a small tree in the middle. Straight away, you could see the whole house, the living room, the kitchen, bar, dining area; only the bedrooms were tucked away. (I even remember how the house came to my mind, from this reference, just that the one in my dream was bigger and more modern).
After that, I was assigned to help prepare the food for the party. My most important job, was shredding a navy blue Issey Miyake Pleats Please sweater for the cold cuts platter. I remember trying a piece, it tasted damn good. The texture was like dried seaweed, but springier. It was a party for a who’s who kinda crowd, so I guess the Pleats Please cold cuts were an extravagant alternative to ham.
It was kind of funny. I spent the remaining part of my dream chatting with this friend while sitting on the floor, shredding a sweater and arranging it on a platter.