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Friday, September 28, 2007

Summer is 12

Summer Suyin Gan celebrated her twelfth birthday today. It was the usual quiet family dinner at any restaurant she chooses. This time it was (at papa's urging) 7atenine or better understood when spelt out; Sevenatenine at The Ascot adjacent to KLCC. The music was too loud for a quiet family dinner although the location, view, decor and ambience was really swanky. The food and service fell way, way short of swanky which was a real mismatch for a potentially top notch dining venue. At the start of the evening, we were in the mood to start with some oysters to go with the very impressive Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc on the wine list but no oysters. And no soups, just sashimi green salad and deep fried soft shell crabs. Nevertheless, our darling enjoyed her lobster, which wasn't on the very limited menu, but on special request was specially grilled to her liking, the special flambe 7Alaska dessert was to die for. The subtle textures of vanilla ice cream and chocolate in creme brulee with rum sauce was a heavenly mix, but the piece' de resistance was the chocolate birthday cake that came straight from the kitchen with a candle on it. It was a pleasant surprise; compliments of the chef. It was a Sweet finish to a lovely evening. Happy Birthday darling.





















Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Marcel Marceau

Marcel Marceau

When I was a young boy, I remember this sad, white faced clown who did the most amazing thing . On stage, he was trying to escape a very tight glass box that he somehow got himself stuck in. With great dexterity and lots of pulling and pushing with his white-gloved hands, he manages to contort his body, and finally free himself from the glass box which I later found out to be non-existant. I was an instant fan, of such an avant garde art of self expression. I remember thinking; what drove this man to express himself in such a unique fashion? It is such a lonely art, I thought. Not being able to talk to your audience. But as I grew older and wiser, I realised the truth behind the saying; 'Words are the most primitive form of communication" And Marcel put it very nicely for me as he said; "In mime, gestures express the essence of the soul's most secret aspirations" And his famous quote; " Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words?" 
  The French mime artist Marcel Marceau has died at the age of 84, his family has announced.

The performer was known around the world for his portrayal of a sad, white-faced clown in a striped pullover with battered hat. Born in Strasbourg in 1923, the French mime artist performed even in his eighties. 

He died of a heart attack on Saturday.

Au Revoir Mon Ami.