Sunday, August 30, 2009

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Spent a lonely Sunday afternoon outside by myself sipping tea and reading, one of those days when my thoughts are too distracted to sustain any kind of intelligent conversation with anyone. The place is 1 Caramel, one of the newest patisserie in town. Operated by the people behind Rochester Park, it's located at the ground floor of the rather pretentiously named apartment building called The Luxe. I have always lamented the dearth of good patisseries in Singapore, especially since Canele went the way of Bakerzin (Baker's Inn sounded so much better, sigh...), expanding into this mass market bistro chain, with the quality going down south. Good patisseries should just concentrate on making good cakes and 1 Caramel seems to be doing.

The rain was pattering on the road outside as I sat in the cafe, a brief respite from the heat of the past few days. The place was small and cosy, pretty quiet for a Sunday afternoon, probably due to the rain, not that it's a bad thing. Awashed in the dim diffused glow of the grey weather, the space was clean and sleek with a slight hint of self conscious trendiness. On the inner most side was a tall glass display cabinet, stretching from waist height to the ceiling, displaying the variety of cakes available for the day (too many to count with my ten fingers!). On the other side of the space, was a row of tables, with a long cushioned bench backed onto the full glass store front. The chairs on the other side of the tables looked like augmented country style chairs, white but with very high back rests. In the centre of the space was a long marble counter with brushed stainless steel legs, probably the best place to sit at but was quite underutilized, being filled only when the normal tables were taken up.

I first ordered the red miso souffle with yuzu ice cream, Expecting something rather savory and being somewhat skeptical of what I would be getting (I had in my mind the image of a chunk congealed miso soup), I was pleasantly surprised by how light the miso flavour was. The miso gave the otherwise plain souffle a hint of saltiness which melted with the sweet aroma of the miso. The savory-sweet souffle was served with yuzu ice cream, which provided a nice contrast with its temperature and citrus notes.

I later ordered a slice of the red velvet cake, which is an American southern classic. I know of another place in Singapore that makes it, though the cake and that place had been rather disappointing as a whole, but that's another story. 1 Caramel's version comes as a confection of deep red sponge layered with dark chocolate fudge (instead of the usual buttercream or butter roux icing) and cherry ganache which gave the cake a nice tarty twang.

While the double dessert did not cure my moodiness and the rain continued to pour as I walked out of the cafe, I left feeling certain that I will be back soon, as certain as the sun appearing after the rain clouds clear.

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6 Handy Road

Friday, August 28, 2009

alecia neo: home visits

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Alecia Neo's portrait series entitled 'Home Visits', selections from which are currently presented as part of the 'Air-Conditioned Recession' gallery at Valentine Willie, struck me as a fairly well-executed study of the individuals within a community. taken in each subject's home or workplace, the everyman becomes a personage: a barber on his throne, surrounded by implements; a grandmother wrapped in an ethereal halo. at the same time, there is a sense that the tone of the portraits is being kept admirably neutral, their purpose more descriptive than narrative or moralistic. despite the slightly stylised setups, the photos neither glamourise their subjects nor portray them in an overly pessimistic light.

perhaps one criticism that can be directed at the series is a slight feeling of inconsistency in the treatment of some of the portraits - a sense of work in progress, maybe? but that does not detract from the strength of the series as a portrayal of a community of individuals with a feeling of empathy, rather than mere sympathy.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

+J: another glance

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more pictures of the +J collection by Jil Sander are appearing now that the site has launched. while some of the styled photos and those of the individual pieces are teetering on the verge of mediocrity (as opposed to minimalism), this one in particular stands out, reminiscent of the old ad campaigns.

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(left: Paris Vogue, 2001, credit tFS; right: unknown, credit usemycomputer.com)

japanese film festival

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This year's Japanese Film Festival brings us a selection of 9 Japanese horror films. Just caught the screenings of House (hau-su) by director Obayashi Nobuhiko and Blind Beast (Moju) by director Masumura Yasuzo, based on a novel by mystery writer, Edogawa Rampo, which left me feeling rather disturbed. The series of free and paid screenings at the National Museum Theatre ends this sunday.



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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

crab flower club

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Set during the height of the Qing Dynasty, Crab Flower Cub is about five sisters (one in-law and one cousin) of a noble household gathering in their family home to celebrate the 60th birthday of the patriarch. Led by the eldest sister, they take up the task of preparing the lavish feast for the celebration, and secretly, to set up a poetry club. The five sisters tell of their desires, delusions and aspirations through the festivities, the prose of the poetry club and the impending decline of the family fortune; reflecting on the role of the traditional Chinese female and the hollowness of the Qing society at large through their voices. The active set was minimal, almost barebone, consisting of just a long table with some stools in the foreground. In contrast, two big elaborate Chinese shelves, stood in the background, filled with an assortment of porcelein ware, suggesting the abundant wealth of the household but also suggesting the inherent fragility of the condition. In a similar vein, the costumes expressed the same kind of empty wealth. The characters donned voluminous bell shaped confections of luscious fabrics in exuberant colours which were, however, hollow inside. Based on the Chinese masterpiece 红楼梦 (Dream of the Red Chamber), the story is crafted through the sharp writing of playwright, Goh Boon Teck, and commendable performance of the five actresses. It is, however, disappointing that in this second run of the production, the live calligraphy segment by local artist, Hong Sek Chern, was left out.

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Crab Flower Club
20-29 Aug 2009
Drama Centre Theatre

Sunday, August 23, 2009

jaan par andre

I've been wanting to eat at Jaan ever since I came across it while flipping through Appetite magazine during one of my many Saturday afternoons spent at Toast. A particular image that impressed me was that of a cuboid block of smoked salmon, hung seductively on a metal rack, the flesh a deep vermillion with veins of fat streaking across, the skin side is coated with some kind of peppercorn mix. The graphic effect was striking. Jaan, is a small restaurant that is part of the Equinox complex of bars and restaurants at the 69th to 71st floor of the Swissotel Stamford. Renamed Jaan par Andre since the arrival of head chef, Andre Chiang, last year, the restaurant has shot up the list of the top dining establishments in Singapore with Chiang's French Nouvelle menu (whatever that means). The previous incarnation, I should say, was better known for its breathtaking 70th floor view than its food.

Tweeds is in back in Singapore for a few weeks and as always, we use anything as an excuse to go out to eat. And being the type who are easily seduced by fancy sounding menus with unorthodox use of ingredients, we decided to go try the set lunch at Jaan (which is probably the only thing our plebian wallets can afford).

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After an ear popping ride up the high speed elevator, we arrived at the 70th floor. Passing by the hotel buffet, we entered the restaurant through a discreet doorway, greeted by a wonderfulview of the southern tip of Singapore, with Marina Bay, the Singapore Flyer, and bits of the Sands casino under construction.And beyond the Straits of Singapore, a faint silhouette of Sumatra. The restaurant turned out to be much smaller than I had expected. It had about 10 tables, of which not all of them were filled on the weekday afternoon that we went, obviously not a busy day. We were promptly seated at a window table facing the panorama of the city, and fortunately so. The interior of the restaurant was a confused collage of Chinese Indianmotif juxtaposed with the ceiling that was decorated with iridescent panels arranged into a 3d pyramidal grid, intersected by 3 rather over the top lighting features made up from fragments of free form glass pieces.

The meal began with the waitress serving a glass with what looked like a cross between twigs and Pocky. Those turned out to be skinny bread sticks in 2 flavours, parmesan and squid ink. I preferred the parmesan one but Tweeds seemed to like the other one more. The bread sticks came with a dip which I can't quite decipher what it was (a little google sleuthing tells me that it acutally a baba ghanoush & goat cheese dip). The bread service was rather underwhelming though but it's not something I would fault any restaurant for. At this point, I was somewhat amused by the bread sticks though not overly impressed by anything yet.

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To start, I had the Foie Gras A La Forestiere which was a wild mushroom fricassee and black truffle coulis, on a base of hot foie gras jelly and egg custard, topped with (tiny) slices of crispy buckwheat brioche. Can anyone go wrong with truffles and foie gras? It was an orgy of aromatics, the earthy aroma of the black truffle, morels and the other fungi formed a decadent couple with the sweet buttery notes of the foie gras jelly. In contrast, Tweeds had the citrus scented stone crab effiloché, which was much lighter. It was served on Ratte potato confit with potato mousse, frisee and a salsa verde.

For mains, I had the popcorn ravioli with pan seared tiger prawns wrapped in pancetta, served with shellfish chips and olive oil puree. Having no idea what was inside the ravioli, I tried to slice it open with my knife and the moment I pirced the yellow egg pasta skin, the ravioli popped open and a creamy yellow foam oozed out. The foam, turned out to be a corn foam. A clever play of the idea of "pop/corn". Gimmicks aside, the play of flavours and textures on the plate was incredible. The sweetness and body of the corn foam, together with the slight chewiness of the pasta skin forms a counterpoint to succulence of the perfectly cooked tiger prawns and the crispiness of the seared pancetta. The lusciousness is in turn, contrasted with the brittle crunch of the shellfish chips (which I think would do very well as a Chinese New Year snack, they should consider selling it on its own).

Tweeds had the char-grilled kurobuta cheek on a bed of romaine potato mash with mustard seeds, caramelized baby onion and smoked basil oil. The dish was pleasant though not terribly exciting. The pork cheek was a little too lean and in the words of Tweeds, it was "disappointingly un-gooey", lacking the gelatinous quality of the fatty layer. What I did like was the romaine potato mash which was warm and mushy (in a good way), with the lettuce still retaining a bit of crunch and the little pops of flavour from the mustard seeds.

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Ending the meal, we had a choice from a selection of three desserts. Tweeds chose the Snickers bar version 2009, which is one of their signature dessert, and obviously not literally what the name says it is. It is essentially a deconstructed snickers bar, composed with a chocolate truffle, ground peanuts, caramel jelly and a scoop of caramel ice cream. The truffle, laid at the side of the plate was sprinkled with ground peanuts; it looked like a frame from the high speed photography of the impact between two bodies, the components frozen at the moment of impact; the scoop of caramel ice cream, a fragment broken off from the impact site, spun into another trajectory. The debris-like bits of caramel jelly each with a tiny mint leaf on them were scattered around the plate. (I kept thinking they look like bits of the mangled jelly from the buffet restaurant downstairs but it was tasty). The caramel ice cream, paired with a pinch of ground peppercorn, I thought, was a rather delightful combination.

My dessert was the Lemon tart which was not really a lemon tart (surprise surprise!) but a twist on the original concept. The plating is a phallic garden of mini churros, held in their stiff stance with dollops of lemon infused mascarpone cheese at the bottom end, best eaten with your hand. Surrounded at the centre surrounding was a ball of grapefruit campari granite, which was sweet, tart and refreshingly cold, a good end to the meal.

I had throughly enjoyed the meal at Jaan. Although, the techniques employed by Chef Andre may be unorthodox, the cooking is still rooted in the deep understanding of flavours, textures, presentation and the use of good quality ingredients. It manages to veer the fine line between having the progressive drive to explore new boundaries and falling into mindless gimmickry. The result is an exuberant play of flavours and textures and a sincere attempt to amuse, delight and excite, that can be found in every beautifully composed plate.

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Jaan par Andre
70th floor Swissotel The Stamford
2 Stamford Road

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

crack garden

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"Inspired by the tenacious plants that pioneer the tiny cracks of urban landscapes, a backyard is transformed through hostile takeover of an existing concrete slab by imposing a series of "cracks". The rows of this garden contain a lushly planted mix of herbs, vegetables, flowers, and rogue weeds retained for their aesthetic value."

The Crack Garden is an intervention to convert a small piece of concrete hardscape into a garden. The modus operandi is straightforward, plug in jack hammer, use jackhammer to hack cracks into the concrete, fill with soil, plant desired shrubs and flowers. Exposing the unseen potential of the concrete through its subtraction, the project is reminiscent of the subtractive (de)installations of Gordon Matta-Clark. Although the project narrative is rather overwrought, the idea itself is undeniably simple but brilliant, one of those I-wish-I-thought-of-that ideas; its power also lie in how it is so elementary that it can be applied to almost any unnecessary hardscape and be achieved on a very low budget (this particular one cost $500).

On a similar note, there is also a Portland based group called Depave which aims to promote the removal of unnecessary concrete and asphalt from urban areas to create greener and more livable cities.

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

troy chin: the resident tourist



i first heard Troy Chin in a video interview with Common People recently, and later headed over to his online playground. his Resident Tourist series struck a chord with me, and possibly will do the same for anyone who has been out of Singapore for a period of time and then come back. the comic draws the ordinary and the nondescript, the unspecial... all the things that are remembered and have relocated, and come back when one returns.

nothing extraordinary happens; and yet everything happens to this everyman.

available at Kinokuniya (Ngee Ann City)

Saturday, August 15, 2009

tea bone zen mind

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Walking up a long flight of stairs to the upper floor of a non-descriptor shophouse along Seah Street, one encounters a kitchen-like space, a row of green wooden cabinets lined against the wall with two old fashion kitchen sinks on one end and a counter extending from the other. The sounds of bossa nova breezes through the space. The music is laced with the hum of friendly banter, interjected with the intermittent clinking of glassware. The air is tinged with the bouquet of tea. The place is Tea Bone Zen Mind, a tea cafe nestled in the middle of a row of shophouses among offices, clan associations and a too-cool-for-you boutique hotel. Walking further in, the space is filled with light flooding through the french windows, a giant pot holding a lone, wispy, over-manicured tree centres the space. Cushy sofas are arranged around the giant pot, where Japanese expat wives sip tea, discussing the latest issue of Mangosteen Club. This is a secret hideout for the leisurely

This place defined my experience of matcha- the whisked type served in a rustic ceramic bowl, not those from a packet. I have never had matcha at any other places in Singapore nor do I know of any that exists. I order it almost every time I come, like a ritual that I find comfort in. The smooth foamy body is reassuringly present, the green bitterness induces contemplation, the sweetness implied. The matcha always comes with sweets and a Japanese pastry which is different every time. You can probably deduce some kind of higher metaphysical meanings of life from this, but I enjoy it purely for the element of surprise. This time, I had (i think) a cherry blossom rice cake wrapped in a slightly yellowed leave. The leave tasted somewhat medicinal, though pleasantly so when combined with the sweetness of the pastry. I am always instructed to eat the sweets before drinking the matcha. Those are instructions I always flout, as if trying to tinkle with a frayed bit of the Japanese fabric of society.

The cafe also serves a delicious tea egg. Stewed in a savory tea-soy gravy, the egg is stained brown but retains a golden liquid yolk that is heavenly with the slightly sweet gravy. Another item on the menu that seems to be popular is the cucumber sandwich, which I have never tried nor do I see the appeal of. Perphaps it just means that I need to order it on my next visit, along with a bowl of matcha.

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38A Seah Street

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

ayame socks

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Socks are one of my favorite components of the wardrobe. They are not something that many people normally pay attention to , nor think that they should be anything more than neutral pieces of knit. But I always enjoy the delightful pop of colour that a fun pair of socks can add to an outfit, especially when walking or sitting down. And because socks usually play such a minor role in an outfit and is not always seen, it is where you can go absolutely crazy with colours and patterns. I almost never wear plain socks anymore, especially when I roll up my pants (which is always). So I was rather delighted when I saw this colourful line of socks by by Japanese brand, Ayame, on oki-ni. According to the (endearing) engrish website, Ayame is run by Aya Agaoka who "wanted to carve a niche in the leg fashion universe" creating socks with "precise attributes" that are refined, high quality and "maintain shapely legs", products that are "unique in the leg fashion landscape".

Ayame socks are available on oki-ni, and check out happy socks while you are at it.

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Monday, August 10, 2009

ma ke wuyong

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"If you have ever seen the real world, you will realize the need for designers to take on new responsibilities. The age of individualism is coming to an end, while the age of commonality and mutual growth is beginning. This is a question of survival, and the transcendence of human nature."

Set up in 2006, Wuyong (无用) is the extension of Chinese fashion designer Ma Ke's (马可)work into the realm of contemporary art. Removing herself from the relentless cycle of the fashion business, the garments become the media through which she meditates the value of life and the spiritual place of garments outside of the fashion context.

The garments, pictured here from The Earth (土地) collection and those from the Luxury Poverty (奢侈的清贫), evoke a sense of primal earthiness; the fabrics, looking slightly worn but sturdy, still bear the essence of the natural environment from which they are derived. The garments are at the same time part of the desolate landscape and apart from it, forming a harmonious mediation between human existence and nature, free from the values of modern urban society. The heavy, almost monastic drapery and intricate knits, together with the rawness of the fabrics, reminds me very much of Austrian label Fabric Interseasons of which I am a big fan of (but admittedly, I have yet to experience their garments in person due to their small production and limited distribution). Made in-house using locally sourced artisanal fabrics, the pieces are a clear revolt against the mass produced fashion of today, especially in China, where fast fashion is more readily consumed and appreciated than craft and quality.

"The spiritual qualities which i pursue stand in opposition to the trends of modern fashion. What I find profoundly engaging are the primitive eras of human history, when people held nature in the deepest reverence and made objects of the utmost simplicity, whose craft fashioned out of necessity, and not by the hands of celebrated masters, possess a power that can endure across the ages. These designs may still resonate through the millenia and arrest the values of contemporary fashion... Genuine fashion today should not follow the glamour of trends. It should instead uncover the extraordinary in the ordinary, for I believe that the ultimate luxury is not the price of the clothing, but its spirit."