Anyway, on Saturday night, after the screening, I found that there were all these lovely youths hanging out at the plaza next to the Film Archive and dancing. (I should mention that Sai Wan Ho has a youth centre over at Holy Cross Path, which I shall write about some time. They often have music shows there, where I once saw the MOST BEAUTIFUL teenager. It was hard not to stare at him. However, I had to keep my eyes elsewhere because I didn't want to end up on To Catch a Predator saying "I'm sorry" and eating a cookie.)
I asked one of the girls if they were practising for some kind of school competition, and she said that they just liked to meet up there and dance. Isn't that great?
These were breakdancers. I couldn't get a decent shot, unfortunately.
Ugh, flash went off by accident. Awful picture, sorry.
I wore that fringed leather shawl collar thing that I got at DNA Galleria. It was just under HKD250, again, I think a very reasonable price considering how versatile it is!
One of the things I forgot to mention previously is that sales people can get pushy in Hong Kong as most of them work on commission. Just simply thank them or smile and say that you can handle things on your own, and most will back off. I have to say, though, that sometimes, I take a look at the suggestions that sales people give. I tend to gravitate towards the clothing and shoes that I have always liked, but I try to keep an open mind because you never know which item you would never have considered before might end up being a much-loved and much-worn possession, right?
Some of my most beloved accessories or pieces of clothing were suggestions made to me by sales people, items that I would never have looked at in the first place. This fringed collar is one of them. I would never have looked at it if the sales chick didn't thrust it in my hands. And now I really love it. It's simply amazing over sheer blouses and dresses. Since I have no boobs, I don't have to wear a bra and I can still preserve my modesty. And the collar's look can go from hard-edged to almost cowboy-ish.
Here, it's a bit on the cowboy side with a denim skirt and a vintage sheer blouse I stole from my mother (she has the sexiest clothing, I'm not sure if I could walk around with some of her things without getting stopped by the police).
I know this picture is weird because I just took it in some random doorway. Yes, that's my bottles of sake that I was drinking on the way home. Here's another tip: you can drink alcohol in public in Hong Kong. It's particularly refreshing to walk around with cold sake in the summer.
And here's a picture I took of Chabi on the living room daybed when I got home. She was irritated because I woke her up from her beauty sleep, that spoiled salbahe cat.
