I caught up with the choker designer Cui Xu on her inspirations on the new design before #NYFW2018. I discovered many of herpersonal lessons only to share with you. Zhu: Who is the ideal Cuixu customer? Cui Xu: It does not matter if the customer is a girl, a boy, young or old. I… Read More Decipher Cui Xu: A Braveheart and A Free Spirit in Fashion — Interview with the designer behind Cuixu
Death, the eventuality of all men, is an unalienable right. To die properly and in lasting calmness, is fundamental to our living, yet gravely deprived in the modern reality. Above words condensed from the Tibetan milk I have been fed, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. The book illustrated points that put me in… Read More Tibet, of Life, Death, & Sex
Like many other societies, China had sailed fast; like the palms of Jykell and Hyde, good and bad. I started my grand trip of Eastern 3 cities: Shenzhen, Shanghai, & Hong Kong this Thanksgiving break. The opinions might not be the most comprehensive, yet may the attempt snatch some tinkering. Upon landing, I wheeled into… Read More My Home is Not My Home: Shenzhen, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Aftermath.
I decided to go to Mexico City for my birthday. Having spent my last birthday in utter drunkness and blackout situation, I made up my mind to not repeat such farce. Life is supposed to be spent in a meaningful way especially on such a memorable day of my short living.… Read More Mucho Amor: Mexico City Earthquake and My Thigh Pain
I. Jack sat across me with a timid smile. He might have talked too much. But I smiled and gave him thumb up. He and his girlfriend Anne had seen this homeless guy that laid flat on the street one winter day. The guy had glimmering eyes; a thousand stars were in that dose. Jack… Read More Our City New York: After the After Party – “Real People’s New York” After Shoot
UNO. “Let me show you how he tied me up. In this hook, in this St Andrews cross – do you know what is St Andrews cross?” I sat down with my cup of matcha latte in the sunny day of Seattle. Casted against the glimmering maple leaves, Ian looked happy. He matched up a… Read More Seattle: Ian’s Fifty Shades of Grey
I. “Matcha Latte, oats.” I walked into Old Country Cafe on the street of 34th at the west side. “Old style, sweetheart. You get it.” Peter has known me by now. Same as Ally. I turned the hidden cafe into my daily office, and I only drank the oat milk matcha latte, like a crippled… Read More Gimme A Cup of Matcha Latte – Why URBANITE Starts II