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ugly people

My mom once asked me why there are so many ugly people. Sometimes I think she’s just like a kid – wild curiosity on things that are out of focus, raw intellect, high intelligence, stripped of diplomacy, shoved into an adult body. She had come to visit us again in Malta and while waiting at … Continue reading


I recently discovered a website selling second-hand stuff in which I could sell my own second-hand stuff. Without the imposition of insertion fees, I quickly uploaded a few of my own possessions – jackets, shoes, and the like – to try out if they will sell. If it doesn’t, no big deal. But if it … Continue reading

cardiopulmonary resuscitation

It’s been a while. CPR urgently required – this blog has nearly reached a flat line. Unlike the very lively, kicking, sucking, puking and pooping baby I gave birth to 6 weeks ago. It’s a miracle – having a person come out of another. It’s a miracle how every tiny little detail has developed – … Continue reading


I had a series of interviews with part-time local (Maltese) models the other night. I wanted to cover the model profession for my Zone video website¬†and knowing that modelling and fashion are popular subjects among young people I knew a few related video features will attract online viewers (interviews will be available next week on … Continue reading


I came across several articles this weekend about fashion related to children. The word “kidult” caught my eye and I couldn’t help but write about it. Not about its meaning. That was simple. It means kids’ clothes replicating those of adults. But more about the impact valuing clothes at such an early age and putting … Continue reading


Just back from the usual afternoon stroll with the kids, on our way home, the car radio offers a pick-me-up tune from the ’80s. “She’s a maniac” from the movie Flashdance. I spin the volume button to the max and the kids immediately begin to shriek and shake under their seat belts with utter joy. … Continue reading


Watching the Wimbledon final and, every now and again, close-up shots of the Duchess of Cambridge, formerly known as Kate Middleton, and her sister, coquettishly posing supposedly unaware of the cameras, supposedly focused on the tennis game, sitting up in their comfy centre seats at the court made me think of diaries. Yes, diaries, of … Continue reading


I love Sundays. The things a person can do on Sundays. Unless he’s a surgeon on call, or, a prisoner, I guess, his choice is limited. One can do gardening, for instance. Breathe the fresh morning air. Listen to the neighbours snore (it’s Sunday, after all). Wait for the sun to rise above the surrounding … Continue reading


Why can’t we just dress up with clothes we are most curious about? With no inhibition. With no pressure from what others might think about us. With no advice from the fashion experts. With no risk of going to jail. And by suggesting that, I mean, choose from any century and any style. I recently … Continue reading

beaver me

Malta has left so little of its green, “thanks” to their booming property development. I mean, just on our street there are three new blocks of flats. One has been trying to sell its apartments for the past three years (since we moved in the neighbourhood). Another one is half full (or pessimistically – half … Continue reading