Live in Colors, Dream in Colors

Every designer needs to visit the Pantone Hotel in Brussels, Belgium because every designer KNOWS their Pantone chips. Designed by Belgian interior designer Michel Penneman and Belgian architect Olivier Hannaert, the “hotel of colors” consists of clean, simple, room layouts that use color to punctuate and define the rooms and common areas.

Each of the hotel’s seven floors are enlightened by different color palettes to complement guests’ emotions with distinctive hues.

The hotel also features many of the various Pantone products such as their iconic mugs, furniture, stationary, etc.

I had no idea this hotel existed but luckily a co-worker informed me as we were going on and on about Pantone chips that such hotel existed. I’d say it’s just another excuse to visit Belgium…

Weekend Rewind

My cousin and his lovely wife are visiting from England at the moment. It’s her first time to California so what better place to take her than to Hollywood. I know I know, total cheese but you’ve got to experience Hollywood once in your life. I haven’t seen all those foot/hand prints at the Grauman’s Chinese Theatre since I was in my early twenties. I too felt like a total tourist, taking pictures and putting my feet into the prints. I was shocked to see how small Rita Hayworth’s feet were!

I also took them to the Aquarium of the Pacific (you know how much I luv that place). My cousin must have taken hundreds of photos of fishes.

We got quite hungry looking at all the sea life at the aquarium. I know it’s awful but we totally went and had a seafood feast afterwards. I blame my cousin, his request was he wanted seafood, wear a bib, and eat with his hands. I guess there is nothing like that in London.

On Sunday I managed to sneak in a hike with my sister. It was so bloody hot and sunny that the hike left me totally exhausted.

Magic Man//Heart

ooh yeah…

1976, Dreamboat Annie

Cold late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me
Never seen eyes so blue
You know I could not run away
It seemed we’d seen each other in a dream
It seemed like he knew me
He looked right through me, yeah

“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“You don’t have to love me yet
Let’s get high awhile
But try to understand
Try to understand
Try try try to understand
I’m a magic man.”