wkd out & about: The Other Side X Ray-Ban Private Launch


I think a huge portion of my young adult life was spent wanting to own a pair of Ray-Ban wayfarers. You know, the classic black RB2140s, as they’re fondly known by no one? When I finally, at 20, found a job decent enough for me to afford one (even 3!), at roughly Dh800 a pop (at that time), I still didn’t feel like I had earned the right to buy them. I’m weird, yes.

Now I’m 27 on some sort of semi-paid sabbatical of a bender (or bender of a sabbatical?), and therefore NOT making that money anymore, and I STILL don’t own one. I have, however, broken and lost a TON of cheap frames quite consistently in that time – which has not made it easier on me deciding to invest in a pricier pair.

But I do get invited to Ray-Ban’s parties, and for now I’m okay with that much proximity.


I’m so late in posting this because I had some actual real adult work I had to take care of this past week. But last week Ray-Ban teamed up with indie live music hosts, The Other Side to throw a hell of a party for the launch of their latest line of eyewear (which I’m really digging, by the way; can’t wait to show you some of the pieces).


Needless to say, we also got to hear som ‘wkd’ sounds. Not only was it my first time to ANDLounge, which is a really pretty place at The Address Marina; it was also the first time I’d heard of Londoners BIG DEAL.


They’re touring this summer, and this is what they sound like:

I know, jump-around-your-room-with-your-hair-loose-because-life-is-going-semi-bummerish music. Or driving in your car music, I guess.

I also like this song:

 Anyway, Ray-Ban and The Other Side are at it again in May for this event featuring TELEFERIK. Check it.


Excerpt from For Women Who Are ‘Difficult’ to Love by Warsan Shire

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name

Somali-British poet Warsan Shire (love her name, by the way!) is apparently the poetic muse behind some spoken word interludes embedded in Beyonce’s much-talked-about new album Lemonade, so everyone is talking about her now too!

If I’m honest, I wasn’t at all bothered by the hype surrounding the album release until now, having just scrolled through some of the poet’s more popular works. I mean, Beyonce is major in her own right – and awesomely provocative lately – I’m just personally more affected by other musicians/genres (that said, I’d be happy to hear your thoughts on what you’ve heard of Lemonade so far/ where we can watch the short film in this region? I am officially now curious about its audiovisual elements).

Back to Shire though, I really identify with being called ‘difficult’ by men (by everyone!) and she really fully coloured that picture for me in the above excerpt from For Women Who Are ‘Difficult’ to Love (does so with the whole poem, really – read it here).

I’d also like to point out her wild and poignant piece Grief Has Its Blue Hands in Her Hair. Is it morbid that I really, really get it, feel it? Oh well…

Learn more about Shire, and her hold on Beyonce, here.

RIP Prince and Dubai Tribute


I spent a lot of quality time audibly crying my eyes out at home on Thursday night and refused to go out this past weekend. I never knew a celebrity – even one of such legendary musical status – could do that to me (even Bowie, who died on my birthday, only got my corneas just a bit moist – even if I did spend more somber time obsessing over his legacy in the weeks that followed). As for Prince, I haven’t really been able to listen to much music yet since the news…

I will always regret not being at karaoke last Thursday to sing ‘Purple Rain’ like I always do when I go. What an epic missed opportunity.

Oh well, I’m finally taking a minute to properly acknowledge that his passing is all real, and hope to share more of that moment with you in Dubai this Tuesday night at Cocktail Kitchen, who are putting on a tributary DJ Set.

Follow this post or Cocktail Kitchen’s Facebook page for event updates.

Vetements Reworked Puffer Coat


Because it’s about to get dismally hot out here, and because about this time in 2014 I was puffing it hard in NYC at the close of one of its coldest-ever winters/springs, and because I love and will miss layering, and because hashtag recycling…this Fall 2015 look from the Rihanna-approved French brand is on my mind. It’s actually made from several North Face jackets sewn together. I wouldn’t exactly style it like that (maybe more like…), but… so badass. For now available here.

Song/Story of the Day: Dream Machines – Recall

…I don’t know, it just triggers my happy; a slice of infectious dance-in-traffic fun.

I met the singer, and therefore first heard about this band, in my hostel on a trip to Istanbul a few years back. We toasted the local beer on our balcony overlooking the teargassed Taksim streets, played with cats in a hipster bar overrun with them (and whose bar staff served us on bicycle and let us DJ), then stuffed ourselves silly on awesome artery-clogging street eats like iskender. Istanbul is still a favourite.

Harry May Kline lives in Los Angeles and has a funny tattoo on his arm of a martini glass that, in a few pen strokes, he is able to turn into a lion’s face. That’s what I remember about Harry.

I had said at the time that I’d come visit him sometime in California – he worked at a cool bar there and seemed legit chill – but of course half of these encounters with random travel friends don’t materialise (I won’t say ‘never’ because I’ve had some magical friendships built in hostel lobbies since!). Just like I never really thought I’d be into his band more than ‘liking’ their page for the sake of being friendly.

BUT I AM INTO HIS BAND. And I hope he keeps it going (<—- this was my original point)