If a visitor to KL asked me to tell him about the exhibits in Muzium Negara, I wouldn’t have been able to — my last visit there was when I was still in the single-digit ages. So when an email invitation to the museum for a batik printing workshop showed up in my mailbox, it came as a welcome surprise, and a good chance to revisit the museum.
The event was organised by Tripovo, an online travel platform that offers personalised itineraries and holidays, to tie-in with creating awareness of International Museum Day on 18 May. Looking at my email, I thought that the time of the event seemed rather long — were we really going to be working on batik printing for five hours? This was a serious workshop! — but it turned out there was a reason: it was actually a museum tour and batik workshop that we were attending that day.
The only real memory of the museum from my childhood was that the lights in every room seemed so dim. That part hasn’t really changed, creating the perfect setting for a haunted museum scenario. Now there’s an idea for Halloween, or Hungry Ghost Festival…but perhaps the idea of turning a museum into a fun space might be too much for locals right now. During this visit, we were accompanied by a tour guide, the knowledgeable Mr. Yee. Continue reading
Just when I was beginning to write off new “bazaars” and “artisan markets” around town as unworthy of mentioning, a friend tags me on Facebook to the page for Mari Market. Still, it wasn’t until I saw it mentioned in TimeOut KL that it really caught my interest, and I’m glad I went to check it out!
The problem with other markets is that there’s often a mix of vendors — some who sell original, handmade goods or edibles, whilst others could be your typical stall-in-the-mall vendor, peddling made-in-China cheapos. If you don’t already know, I’ll tell you why this is a problem: 1) It dilutes the authenticity of vendors who create their own products, to have stalls nearby selling mass-produced goods competing with them for customers; 2) because mass-produced vendors have a handy excuse to charge artisan prices for non-artisan goods — and that is an utter SHITE business practice, to both customers and genuine artisan vendors.
But there was none of that at Mari Market, or at least, a whole lot less. Every vendor was a local entrepreneur selling something they believed in and crafted from scratch. Whether it was the booth selling jars of organic belacan or the lady who could build your portrait out of coffee cup stains, everything was a joy to discover and browse. Mari Market successfully replicates the atmosphere of a European/American crafts market, but with a distinct local flavour (a coconut water stand, organic chili padi and papaya preserves are things you won’ find in an American farmer’s market.)
I’m told that Mari Market is held every four months, but this is the first one I’ve been to since coming back a year ago. I hope it runs again soon!
Famous band or not, a good, live concert always gets me going. In the case of last Saturday, Bastille was in town for a show at KL Live, an entertainment venue in the Life Center shopping complex on Jalan Sultan Ismail. The space reminds me of a slightly better 9:30 Club (in Washington D.C.) but based on the venue website’s event listing, much poorer in terms of concerts they can offer to the public. This is definitely a downside to living in Malaysia — unless they are EDM djs, good live acts are hard to come by.
Back to Bastille: fame and recognition is still new territory to this band, and while they’re certainly pleased to have earned it, there’s a raw honesty and humility from all the lads that endears them to fans. I had the privilege of interviewing them for my day job, and yes, every band and artist is practically obliged to give the same the same jenny-from-da-bloc shtick, but with the Bastille guys, they sounded sincere, and that down-to-earthiness translated well in their live performance. At one point during the show, lead singer Dan Smith left the stage and made his way through the crowd and upstairs where overjoyed concert-goers must have all lost their voices the next day from screaming so hard. The girl next to me nearly had a seizure after she was bold enough to run right towards Smith, where she was then rewarded with a great big bear hug. A band with guys as cool as this, you can bet I’m rooting for them to win the Grammy for Best New Artist, and a long career ahead.
A really enjoyable time with great energy, good melodies and groovy vocals at a pretty cool venue — a wonderful way to start the year off. Now can we have U2 — provided Bono is all healed up — come to KL, pretty pretty please?