Two divas in a night.
While I was accompanying Arthover on a hunt for a shirt to an important dinner, Justin was queuing at Tangs, where Kit Chan was scheduled to do a roadshow for Forbidden City.
Justin:
Can you pls sign this for Cruz? Do you remember him?Kit:
Who?Justin:
Zhiyong. You remember?Kit:
I know a few Zhiyongs. Some I like, some I don’t like.
Apparently, I belong to the category she likes. Cos my phone rang a few seconds later.
Cruz:
Ya?Kit:
Zhiyong! How’re you?Cruz:
Oh! Kit! How’re you? You remember me right?Kit:
Of course, I do
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If I weren’t navigating through the heavy traffic at Orchard Road, I would have jumped up and down like a mad star struck adolescent. Because I was driving, and she was still signing autographs, our chatter was restricted to about thirty seconds.
I wasn’t able to see her in person as the roadshow ended before I could find a parking lot.
Sigh.
I got her autograph though. Thanks Justin. 
17.5 hrs after I got of bed, I walked into Lido thinking, “This had better be good“.
It’s been a while since I sat through a movie without excessive fidgeting and wondering when the show would end.
“…Andrea Sachs gets a job at Runway Magazine. The editor-in-chief, Miranda Priestly is fierce. Demanding. Unreasonable. Icy. Rude. And powerful. The emphasis is that anyone who survives as her assistant for a year, will get a job anywhere else in the industry…”
In case you don’t know yet, the movie is adapted from a book written by Lauren Weisberger in 2003. Although she repeatedly denies that the book was based on Anna Wintour, everyone thinks otherwise. Anna Wintour happens to be the powerful editor-in-chief of the U.S. edition of Vogue, the No 1 fashion publication. And yes, Lauren was once her assistant.
Named one of the top ten most powerful women in fashion by TIME Magazine in 2004, Anna Wintour, like Miranda Priestly, is a force to be reckoned with. For example, fashion shows don’t start until she arrives.
And oh, at the gala premiere of this movie, Anna Wintour was clad in Prada.
Wickedly cool.
The Devil wears Prada is an entertaining show on fashion, office politics, power struggles, and personal battles.
Ah. I walked out of the cinema, and couldn’t decide if I wanted to cross over to the dark side and become a power obsessed creature capable of shaking the industry. You gain professional success and pretty much everything else. But you lose much of your life, your friends and your family, and sometimes your morals and integrity. Someone should courier a DVD copy of Click to Miranda Priestly, and perhaps Anna Wintour.
Then again, I’m not sure if I would settle for less and watch by the side.
Fashion editors and top models… …
Radio DJs and TV starlets… …
Butchers and fishmongers… …
Same same lah.
Really, that’s not something worth pondering at 1.30am at Liat Towers.
Especially when you realise that the carpark closes at 12am daily.
Wonderful.
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