Yangon Post
Nobody notices the curtains
Somebody once said to me that people rarely notice the curtains in a hotel room. They won't see the carpet, or the headboard. They'll know if the bed is comfy, if the room is clean, and whether they start to feel calm the moment the door clicks shut behind them.
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Tropical Nights
7 years living in Yangon with patchy electricity taught me a thing or two about sleeping in 30 degree heat.
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Weekends with no plans
Do you love them or hate them? Either way, they're a rare thing. When one comes along, do you rush to fill it, or relax into it? This weekend, the latter won. Here's what came out of it.
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Crafting Calm in London Hotels
This is the Montcalm Marble Arch Hotel. It's a true retreat from the city which feels at once peaceful, quiet and deeply luxurious. It is also full of bespoke Kalinko items.
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The Ultimate Life Hack
Call me Meghan, but this is actually the answer. Life is too short to waste time looking for your sunglasses, fishing around for keys or waggling a ruler under the sofa to scoot out your card-holder. Keep it in The Bowl and you will save hours...WEEKS of your life.
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A History of Egg Cups
Palaeolithic Protein, Pompeii and dippy eggs for The People Did you know we've been eating eggs for over two million years? Cave paintings from the Palaeolithic era tell us that eggs were a key part of the hunter-gatherer diet. Hieroglyphics and tomb paintings from Ancient Egypt show eggs being stored and eaten. And Horace tells us that Roman meals progressed "ab ovo usque ad mala" - "from the egg to the apples". But what about Egg Cups? When did we stop scooping out the protein for survival, and start putting them on tiny thrones? Silver egg cups were dug up at Pompeii so we know the Romans were at it. They pop up in Dutch Old Master pictures of lavish banquets, and Louis XV had a very ornate porcelain set; delicate, ornate egg cups have been on the tables of wealthy homes for a long time. Leap forward to today and we eat about 7.2 million boiled eggs a day in the UK. That's a lot of egg cup action. This started with the industrial revolution which enabled mass-produced porcelain and wood-turning, making affordable egg cups available to the middle-classes. With this came access to the soft-boiled egg for all: you can't hand-peel a soft-boiled egg, so pre-egg cups, you had to have them hard-boiled, scrambled or fried. But with your egg propped up, you can indulge in a gooey yoke, or dip away with your soldiers, something which had been the preserve of the aristocracy until that point. So when designing a Kalinko egg cup, which should it be? An opulent throne for the most perfect edible form that exists in nature? Or something that speaks of utility and simple pleasures? We couldn't decide, so we made both. A baby golden goblet for your dippy egg, and an antiqued version which feels like it has come off a 16th century ironmonger's workbench. We also made them adorable matching spoons, because why not? They're here in time for Easter, but in our house, they're here for every day, because it's sometimes the smallest things which spark the greatest joy, and this is one of those times. Shop Egg Cups
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Kalinko Curated by Africa Daley-Clarke
Africa Daley-Clarke has one of those homes which you'd like to step through your screen and curl up in. It's at once modern and traditional, pared back yet full of interesting details. It's one of those houses where you find yourself drawn to the floors, doors and architraves.
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The Yangon Post: Issue 5
Did you know that the Burmese are more into tea than we are? Or that our furniture is made from old Burmese buildings? Or that there are 3000 miles of un-mapped railways in Burma leading to mystery destinations? Read all about it in the latest issue of The Yangon Post, our in-house newspaper which comes home with every order.
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In praise of the Burmese Teashop
You’ll know when you see one: chaotic and bustling, with full grown adults sitting on tiny child-sized stools at knee-high tables, deep in conversation or hidden behind newspapers. The clientele is mostly men, their wide-splayed legs ending in smart velvet flip flops, or children gorging on long doughnuts dipped in honey, heading for a sugar high. Beneath the din of crashing pots and pans and hollers from the kitchen, gossip is shared, serious business is plotted and historically, the seeds of uprising are planted in muted voices over hot sweet tea and noodles.
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