Daily vlog diary: Back to England; it’s totally fucked up that we feel guilty taking time off unless we’re very ill; time for Popeye’s because I’ve been downgraded; the new Brioni ad starring Samuel Jackson is pure genius but will Chinese people get it? 12 hours of movies and TV later, I’m in England again; travel woes; HOME, at last!
Daily vlog diary: Sick as a dog today; the focal point of Hong Kong lifestyle is shopping malls; spending money to look like you’re in tatters; thousands of domestic helpers have to squat on the streets, both literally and figuratively, every weekend and public holiday in Hong Kong.
Daily vlog diary: Hong Kong’s walkways are a boon in a city otherwise hostile to pedestrians; on my way to Macau to see my friend’s art exhibition, “Ad Lib” at the Macao Museum of Art, in spite of the grime and pollution; spending the day with Konstantin Bessmertny; la mian is the best cure for a terrible cold.
Daily vlog diary: Skiving because of tennis; What I’m planning to do for a living after six months off; banking — Hong Kong style; Ivy League universities are undoubtedly in decline because of the increasing importance of tech and computer science; the humanities are under direct threat for the same reason; I just launched my website, www.culturevlog.com; last meal in Hong Kong with my son, Sam.
Daily vlog diary: The cleansing power of tennis; I forgot my wedding anniversary; Beauty & the Beast versus Lala Land; Skiving instead of buckling down because of Kyrgios v. Zverev
Daily vlog diary: Why I’m quitting Snapchat after one day; Cultural misappropriation #megafail starring Gene Simmons face paint; How, in Hong Kong, anyone can hang out their shingle, literally; Sick rents in Hong Kong; I finally make it to Ping Pong Ginoteria – after FIVE years; My reaction to being invited to write a column for a society magazine.
This is just the first in what will inevitably become a series! Hong Kong’s entrepreneurs are masters of making a silk purse out of sow’s ear. Case in point: the new Elephant Grounds cafe on Caine Road.
Do you spend way too much time worrying about how you look in social media pictures? Not only we should stop trying to control every facet of our appearance. But simply recognize that aging is OUT OF OUR CONTROL and remember that the sexiest thing about us is our minds. It’s always been the case — and even more so as we get older.
Classically trained pianist, artist and conductor, David Greilsammer is only 36 years old but his pioneering solo piano performances deftly interweaving music from different composers and eras challenge our conventional understanding of classical music. I met with Greilsammer (in Marylebone’s loud Marouche restaurant) after his recital at Wigmore Hall and we talked about Cage:Scarlatti (a Sony Classical album, hailed by the New York Times, as “One of the Best” of 2013), besides lots of other things, including John Cage, musical genius and what it’s going to take to get this generation turned on to classical music. I meet and know a LOT of classical musicians but Greilsammer stands apart from virtually all of them — because of his willingness, indeed, mission — to break from convention and delight us with new musical forms.