Leggings

Let’s start with the shocking news all women should know despite not being fashion bloggers: leggings and yoga pants are not pants. They are not fashionable (we wore them in the 80’s and called it fuseaux, remember?). They are not sexy and dramatically show off your leg and ass flaws unless you’re Jennifer Lopez. If you really have the perfect butt like in the photo above (check the photo twice, to be really and deeply secure) certainly any dress, medieval tunic, no-brand jeans will make you more attractive and sexy than a pair of leggings, trust me. For those who do not know, I stay 4/6 hours a day in a yoga studio, so for 4/6 hours a day I

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Hong Kong: The Patience of Moms

Everyone says that patience is learned when you become a mom and that it evolves with the child’s age. It starts right away during the hours of labor torture. When doctors tell you to breathe and not to contract the belly, that eventually will pass, it’s just a couple of hours (or days for the less fortunate ones) that you are not dying, you are giving birth to a child. Then breathe, yell, think the worst things about your husband who did this to you, hate the midwife, turn off the light, switch on the light, walk, lie down, send to hell the nurse who try to let you drink a juice, but I recommend you, be patient. Than a

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Macao: Born for Trash

 Going to Macau is like taking a space-time trip. I love this island, a shrill of cultures, halfway between a decadent Lisbon, an ugly Chinese town and Las Vegas. In the old part of the city you can walk through the uphill slopes street paved with the typical Portuguese mosaic. There are old buildings falling apart followed by colonial houses restored with warm colors, secular plants, names of the streets written in Portuguese and Chinese painted on Azulejos . Coming here from China you immediately feel at home, the many churches that you encounter walking, the sound of the bells and the pedestrian street full of shops that flows into the ruins of the church of Sant Pau have the

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Hong Kong: Chinese or Indian Waxing?

Four years ago, I did waxing for the last time. I switched to the razor in a blink. And you know? I like it. Is a bit like gardening, from time to time you see the fruit of your work grow lush become increasingly thicker and stronger, see the hair challenge the force of gravity and pierce even the most thickest of stockings, see them twist and grow in two from the same bulb. I’m satisfied. But I have not always been this way. I decided to switch to shaving fast and easy after undergoing waxing in Shanghai four years ago. I went to one of those “centers for expats” where they used imported products because Chinese ones scratched your

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