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Miss Chief in Mumbai / preface




Two business class tickets, Madrid to Mumbai...€6000

Book, snack and tissues during layover...£10

Facing your boss for an 8hr flight to India...

...priceless
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A Turkish Delight



















Istanbul, inspiring as always.

I can still smell the bazaar if I concentrate hard enough.

After some (albeit very little) arm twisting, I managed to convince my friend Shirley to come along for the ride. She joined me from Tel Aviv for 4 days and MY did we fill our time...

It was fantastic to be with family and friends for the first time in three months! Highlights included meeting Karel's new man, the most loveable Max, spending time with Shirley girl, and of course seeing my family - everyone from grandparents to cousins to their babies - and immensely enjoying their company and of course, the food.

Outside of people time, and with much thanks to Karel and Muriel for seeing to it, I did get around to seeing some new and exciting things Istanbul had to offer up...in the spirit of warming myself up for a blog on style, trends, and the new and exciting, I have reviewed them here.

Galata Moda













A temporary retail event showcasing Istanbul's best and brightest fashion designers. While I think the actual fashions available left a bit to be desired, the attendees were certainly fabulous. I found myself wanting to ask everyone where they got their clothes.

The event is set up around the old Galata Tower (built in 1300s) which is situated near the hip and happening Beyoğlu and Tünel districts in what was once a very Jewish neighborhood. My grandfather, in fact, spent much of his childhood nearby.

Several booths showcasing clothes, jewelry and other items were brightly lit and heavily visited...in the middle they set up a cafe and a radio station was broadcasting live. A very lively event that I think really showcased the young, fashionable set in an extremely favorable way.

Santral Istanbul











Afterwards, we hopped a taksi (no 'X' in Turkish, kids!) to a pretty abandoned area of town where they recently renovated an old electricity factory into an exhibition space. The furnaces, control room and large mechanical equipment have all been left in tact and are completely accessible to the public.

I went completely beserk in the control room. Aesthetically such an antique, yet modern and scientific space. As it was night, I didn't get great photographs, but Karel did do a little fashion shoot with me.

Much of the exhibition downstairs was oriented towards teaching children science, but that did not stop us from spending an hour playing with magnets, video cameras and listening to the 'rain' simulated by ball bearings.

It's a fantastic place, and I look forward to seeing it develop as a cultural center and public gathering space. Between the factory itself, the exhibits, the expansive surrounding outdoor space, the new Otto restaurant, and the adjacent university, the space has a lot of potential to shape future thoughts about what an art space should be.

Istinye Park












Generally speaking, this is another mega-mall, bringing a new home what few brands had not yet broken into Istanbul market yet (and of course all the regulars as well). Two distinct pieces that are unique to Istanbul shopping centers round it out nicely, however.

The first is the area on one far end that is dedicated to the high luxury brands. Above ground, these stores have an intimate cul-de-sac and street-level entrance, giving it a very Rodeo Drive feel. Each store also has a lower level, which coincides with the upper level of the mall, making them accessible in both environments.













On the other far end is the 'Istinye Bazaar' - an indoor marketplace styled after an oudoor market with stalls for fruits and vegetables, fish, a charcuterie, a butcher, a wine shop, etc. The environment is bustling as any outdoor market would be in Istanbul. One unique characteristic is the inclusion of a café/restaurant dedicated to each retailer. Patrons select their cut of meat or their fish, it is prepared on the spot, and they enjoy it literally within feet of the shop. A relatively new concept, it is refreshing to see the Turks taking to it so well...there was not an empty table in sight.
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photos LOLA



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Karaoke!

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Determination: It's All Relative



















Albert Einstein once said, "You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else."

After I reflected a bit on how they "play" here in Madrid, (see the waiting game described below) I have to say, I wasn't quite ready to surrender to the status quo, throw my hands in the air and toss in the towel, but I still wasn't quite prepared to fight.

That's when I came across this picture.

Tigers swim?!

Either this tiger is pretty damned determined or they do, in fact, fully submerge themselves in water. I have to say that I preferred the idea of a really determined cat, so I haven't bothered to look it up, but hazy recollections of 1980's nature shows leave me suspecting that tigers do actually like the water.

So, what if tigers do swim? In my opinion, that does seemingly flip the conventional knowledge regarding cats and water on its head. I like the idea of a tiger deciding one day, you know what, the last thing someone expects me to do is jump in the water. If I hop in there after that jackrabbit/fish/turtle and break every rule of this nature game, I'm seriously going to get ahead!



















Now, I can't expect to break the rules of the game here that dramatically. Still, every time I look at that tiger's expression I see a mix of pure and fierce determination with a glint of satisfaction. Maybe I want to imagine it, but that cat looks pretty pleased with himself if you ask me.

It makes me think a bit. If I can't expect to play by the rules I'm accustomed to, I can certainly take what level of expectation, competitive edge and determination to succeed I have and use them to my advantage. It's like playing the game with an extra set of cards, only you have to be careful when you use them and actually, not really ever let anyone know you using them at all.

OK. I suppose that example is technically called cheating, but it's all relative, after all, isn't it?

Thanks Albert.


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The Art of Waiting














We waited a while for this post, didn't we?

Well, far be it from me to make excuses, but perhaps I have actually begun to integrate the foremost tenet of Madrileño culture? Waiting has taken on an entirely different scale, set of assumptions, and has really been evolved into a credo here...one I have dubbed the "Art of Waiting."

A moment from several years ago comes to mind. How clearly I remember struggling with the momentary loss of the pace of New York City life! I was standing at the back of a interminable line at a post office with the most apathetic woman attending to customers, and knew I was there for at least an hour. An hour devoid of any real progress, any movement...an hour stolen from my busy and, up until that point, well-scheduled day.

I stood there, contemplating what waiting really meant. I stood there, stunned, thinking that really my entire life would be spent waiting. Waiting for my next vacation, waiting for my lunch to arrive, waiting to use the restroom, and, of course (avoiding, if possible, the connotation of a late-night college-era realization on [insert substance here]... ) waiting to die. Even when I am not consciously waiting, I'm still waiting all right.



















Acclimating to the pace of life in Spain has not only meant internalizing an entirely new schedule and set of expectations. To truly feel at home here means to take on an entirely different understanding of what it means to wait. Actually, the Art of Waiting, when perfected, really means you're not waiting at all. You've so absorbed the priority status quo that anything that takes time acts like a background operation. Waiting becomes a backdrop to the extent that you'll rarely see a tapping foot, hear a heaving sigh in a long line, or see anyone think twice about joining that long line.

I think there's something to be said of the fact that the word esperanza, hope, has its roots in the word to wait, or esperar.

As for me, I can only hope that I learn how to wait as well as that.
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MADRID makes the TOP 10!
























Monocle names Madrid #10 most livable city in the world!

Culturally, Madrid was long regarded as stuffy compared to hip Barcelona. But it has undergone a renaissance....


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