Nix + Ming

Nix and Ming didn't want a schedule, they wanted a party. There was no itinerary to speak of, just two people who wanted their favourite humans in one room, good food, and the paperwork done somewhere in between. By the time the yam sengs started, I'd stopped trying to predict where the next moment would happen and just moved with it.

Min Jiang has quietly become one of my favourite rooms to work in. The light does something soft and generous in the late afternoon, and there's enough space to disappear into a corner when a day needs it. Nix and Ming used every inch of that generosity, right down to the last toast.