A tub of natural unsweetened yoghurt from France, eaten off a spoon constructed from “German wood” (so the label says — from Daiso Mutiara Damansara). Les Cahiers Purple, published once a year, is printed in Belgium.
Cahiers is the newest addition to the Purple family of magazine titles and has a format akin to the Purple Journal (which is obsolete) — with black and white pages of prose and pictures. Ms. Elein Fleiss, the editor, seems to get bored quite easily, opening and shutting Purple spin-offs after every few years. She is like a quieter, more contemplative lady version of Mr. Tyler Brûlé. Reasons why: they both enjoy traveling a lot to exotic cities; both publishes magazines with ‘global content’; both Purple and Monocle tend to be consistently attracted to Tokyo (like an ongoing lust). Perhaps Ms. Fleiss is wabi-sabi, while Mr. Brûlé is the bespoke, space-age precision to the likes of Naoto Fukasawa.
My favourite title was Purple Magazine (if only I knew about them in the early 2000s… I would have collected more than two issues of it… maybe Basheer didn’t carry them then). Until this day, it is still very satisfying to browse through the very old issues — they are like personal photo albums, given to me from a number of interesting strangers who live in beautiful lands.
BUT I have stopped buying Purple Fashion. Macam sama aje. Mr. Olivier Zahm and his work might be fun to look at but I’m not sure if I want to waste so much shelf space on crude digital camera shots of naked American MySpace girls styled wearing items most Malaysians cannot afford in their wildest dreams.