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Serves 2 (v)
Scorched Cauliflower
by Scott Hallsworth
founder of Kurobuta at Harvey Nichols Knightsbridge
A light starter to whet any appetite, or when you say you‘re on a diet but still crave a hug from butter. Perfect with just-cooked rice in the morning (or chucked into a stir-fry with simple noodles).

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150g Cauliflower cut into bitesize pieces
20ml Dark soy
60g Butter
10ml Salted yuzu juice
Swig of Olive oil
Pinch of Sea salt
20ml Sake
Finely chopped chives, chillies
  1. Crank your oven up to inferno (pizza ovens or even a covered BBQ is fine)
  2. Toss the cauliflower chunks with the olive oil, sake and sea salt.
  3. Pour onto a heavy-duty oven tray lined with a baking tray and scatter the butter chunks all over.
  4. Roast until golden
  5. Serve up – drizzle with soy and yuzu juice, top with chives.

* Squeeze a lemon over to accentuate the chives and chilli flavours.

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Serve as a side dish with a bowl of rice and sunny-side-up eggs

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Kurobuta
Harvey Nichols, 4th floor
109-125 Knightsbridge, London SW1X 7RJ

Now, while this dish may not drop any culinary panties when it comes to complexity, if cooked with the right dose of love (i.e garlic & chillies) it packs a punch – almost to the point it can rock a solo on your table, with a bowl of rice on base guitar. Also seen on the list of mouth-watering BBQ numbers at the newly opened Kurobuta at Harvey Nichols – inspired by Japanese Izakayas and their tapas-and-drinks gastropubs, one of my favourite time-out points when meetings bring us out to Knightsbridge. Order the Scorched Cauliflower and the Baby Shrimp Tempura with Kimchee mayo to start, followed by a Tuna Sashimi Pizza with Truffle Ponzu. Slosh it all down with an icy sweet lychee mocktail. Ask for a booth for a spectacular view over Sloane Street, or for an peek of the windows at the Mandarin Oriental across the road.

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Right: Robata Pork Ribs with Honey-Soy-Ginger Glaze

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direction SHINI PARK photo assistance SIMON SCHMIDT in collaboration with COACH

Vest – Coach 1941 PreFall16. Bag – Coach ‘Rogue’. Suede top – Gestuz. Skirt – Kenzo. Shoes – Kurt Geiger.

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All – Coach 1941 PreFall16

HOW IS IT ALREADY JULY? It’s like someone forgot to un-press the 2x Fast Forward toggle on Sims and not only have I slept through the night really quickly but I’ve reached level 10 in Charisma skills by talking to myself in the mirror for 13 Sim-hours in a puddle of my own piss, and then gotten to third base with the cleaning lady. (Sidenote: if you’ve never played Sims this may possibly be the most awkward paragraph you’d read on the internet ever.) Moral of the story is, where is time going? (and, for the love of God, press pause if you’re going AFK)

Weren’t we nursing fashion month blisters just the other day? And I don’t know about you, but my Spring Clean is still on snooze, it has been since March. Perhaps the one good thing about being more than halfway done with a year-that-I-still-looks-like-20156 is the Pre-Fall collections, and as always – Coach 1941 do not disappoint. The glove-tanned Rogue is my new beau, and khaki because I suspect that good weather in the UK have most definitely progressed with #Brexit.

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above: jacket VARSITY JACKET dress PATCHWORK bag GLOVETANNED ROGUE. left: dress SILK T-SHIRT DRESS; ALL BY COACH

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All – Coach 1941 PreFall16

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It all starts with this line: ‘You just said [insert dream food] and my eyes went all blurry’. That’s all it takes for the office to collectively groan/sign/wail a little as knees buckle and pens to fall out of melty hand grip. It doesn’t take much, but garlicy pasta, sweet potato fries and ice-cream take the trophy in prompting the most creative noises and about eleven, maybe twelve minutes of temporary vision + hearing loss that does not help with general productivity. The news, therefore, that Häagen Dazs (SIGH) to officially supply ice-cream (AUuhhh) to Wimbledon, and create a limited-edition Strawberries & Cream Stick Bar (YAaaAS) possibly made the neighbours wonder what it is we do in this office, really.

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one of the addiction of Wimbledon is getting lost in the vacuum of suspense

But noise tells everything, doesn’t it? And the lack thereof. Contrary to what I’d expected, Wimbledon is much less about the scores or the off-chance that you’ll spot Andy Murray scoffing down a banana in an information booth, or Federer adjusting his headband at the men’s (both of these need to be a Snapchat filter). The real joy is getting lost in the deafening silence between a forehand hit and a slice, or the split-second of hush before the board updates the scores. It’s the collective, gentle gasp, and a thunder of hoot-less clapping after a match-set that makes Wimbledon so addictive. Every single spectator leans in, decisively tracking the yellow ball as it tours the court with every hit, completely lost in the moment. Add a Häagen Dazs ice-cream* to this equation and you’ll need to lay down from mirth overdose at some point.

*If Wimbledon is not one of your summer plans, the limited-edition Strawberries & Cream Stick Bar is also available exclusively at Selfridges during the Championships fortnight (London Oxford Street, Manchester Trafford Park and Birmingham Bullring) – just make sure to go by the Wimbledon finals weekend.

Top – 3.1 Phillip Lim. Skirt – Cedric Charlier. Shoes – Stella McCartney. Watch – Rosefield.

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In collaboration with Häagen Dazs

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creative & photography SHINI PARK created for CALVIN KLEIN

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poncho STYLENANDA swimwear CALVIN KLEIN

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I know I’ve been charged with the crime of ‘over-doing’ things in the wardrobe department – evident if not by silence in the comment section then at least by the rapid-scan eye flick of my PA that is uploaded into the smile that follows. ParknCube_CalvinKlein-Swimwear_012. The empty smile, the flight-attendant-who’s-had-to-clean-enough-baby-spit-up smile. Yes, judge, I plead insanity (with a side of vanity*). But when it comes to swimwear, all I know is: KISS. Keep It Simple, Stupid. If we’ve socially accepted the pairing of exposed physical imperfections + tea-cosy-sized fabric for the sake of going into tempered water, then my swimsuits and I are going to do my best to slink into people’s blind spots. And to KISS, one must Calvin Klein, so forgive me if while I show some favs. Yes, one of my boob is bigger than the other.

*Am I maybe a poet.

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Net skirt – All Saints. Sandals – ATP Atelier. Bag – J & M Davidson. Bralette Bikini – Calvin Klein

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Calvin Klein One-shoulder swimsuit

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swimwear CALVIN KLEIN sandals ATP ATELIER net bag LABOUR & WAIT

Top: Black bandeau bikini top. Bottom: Zebra bikini top

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photography SHINI PARK
In a way, the world begins at 18, non?

Eighteen. A number not commonly spotted in the usual roster of suspects, nor accompanied by some far-fetched superstition that leads 4’s to be scratched off elevators and 13’s to haunt perfectly innocent Fridays; it is perfectly harmless, almost mundane. Little do we realise that 18 is, in fact, a glorious number. A not round but so-very-round figure that bottles in just enough experience, evolution and ‘manhood’ for a product to be deemed ready for the world.

Be it in a gawky, all-arms-and-legs teenager or a dusty bottle of Bordeaux from your parents wedding, 18 of anything is a painstaking process of trial & error, handicraft and refinement. Even if Joe’s braces aren’t coming off until next Springtime. Chanel is a master of said 18, hours of which it takes (depending on material) for one handbag to be produced. Each is subject to meticulous care, from sketch to packaging – every step sanctioned by quality control – after which it is then ready to begin its story. Now multiply this by decades of finesse and perfection.

The skins are preserved in a temperature controlled chamber

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Each is subject to meticulous care, from sketch to packaging – every step sanctioned by quality control – after which it is then ready to begin its story.

A range of hand-made mock-ups are produced before selecting a final prototype nased on proportions and stitching details.

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I’m not going to lie, when I climbed in that van outside Hotel Costes I promised myself to Jason Bourne the crap out of the ride, ready to count the minutes between each turn and memorize particular kinks in the road. Just to be able to be privy to – if not trace back for personal pleasure and some light stalking of – one of fashion’s best-kept secrets: the address to the Chanel handbag factory. Alas, my carb-y lunch had been filling, washed down with a glass of white wine, and by the fourth junction out of La Défense, I was out like a decommissioned traffic light. I might as well have had a dust-bag over my head.

We arose to the sound of soft crackle of gravel as the van pulled into the entrance to a handsome building covered in matte-black tiles that resembled the iconic Chanel quilting. The interiors airy corridors in calming tones bouncing off diffused natural light. Workers and craftsmen weaved past us, practically gliding, talking in gentle tones no louder than the soft, diligent whirring of the machines. A cart with a small stack of lemon-yellow leather hide wheeled by – perhaps a limited-edition 11.12 in its infancy – as I made a bee-line to the table where the quilting was being stitched. Room after another, I dashed, mid-sentence – to a corner where the logo hardware was being set, to the station where seams were being hammered… At one point I’m certain I caught my poor guide glancing at a spool of bag chain, no doubt contemplating a makeshift leash.

The iconic 2.55 throughout the ages

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Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.
Coco Chanel

Not one bag is the same, multiply that by six collections produced each year under Karl’s boundless design direction, then add a challenge of technical variation for each. Heck, throw a differentiation equation in there for good measure, and that should adequately sum up the level of expertise exercised in the factory. The same building houses also nearly 3,000 bags in archive, forming a rich library of inspiration for designers and craftsmen but also a thick resume of Coco Chanel-class problem-solving skills. “Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.” The factory certainly was all doors, all solutions.

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Many thanks to Chanel UK for the rare peek behind the scenes.


How a Chanel 2.55 is made
photography courtesy of CHANEL
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The aged calfskin is quilted by needlework according to a lozenge “diamond” pattern.

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A template is placed onto the leather and cuts the different components, which are then individually lined with thin foam.

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The emblematic double C is sewn onto the leather, appearing underneath the flap inside the bag.

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The two bags are placed one within the other to create a single bag and then assembled; this is the “bag in the bag” technique.

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Eyelets are inserted on the bag for a chain made of flat links in metal known as the “jewellery chain”. A rectangular turn-lock clasp, called the “Mademoiselle lock”, is positioned.

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The bag is complete and the finishing touches are checked before it is packed and sent to the CHANEL boutiques.


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