Surviving Expat Party Inferno in Style

No better way to get over jet lag than to hit up party central and stay up late. Who needs sleep anyways? I met up with a girlfriend from uni and went bar and club hopping in the infamous Lan Kwai Fong cauldron of expats and tourist party goers - a bubbling vat of drunken louts, goddesses teetering up and down the hilly streets with skyscraper heels, and leering, cigar-smoking business gentlemen sorts. Music of all types blasted out onto the streets and into the glitzy Hong Kong skies from the open-air cafes, bars, clubs and lounges. Party people of all ages melded into one big, sweaty crowd happily singing, dancing, and drinking in the cobble stone square. Lan Kwai Fong has an interesting history: prior to becoming an expat playground, it served as an area for hawkers and for Mui Yans, or matchmakers. Some things don't change, and Lan Kwai Fong still happily serves as a pick-up spot for the expat and tourist population.

Above: Road heading up to Lan Kwai Fong.
Below: Calm before the storm at the underground station.


Below: Studded mini hobo bag from Hugo Boss and olive patent flats with sparkly bows, both courtesy of my mom.


Below: at Hotel LFK, going up to FINDS Lounge (acronym for Finland, Iceland, Norway, Denmark and Sweden - an ode to the Scandinavian style tapas and vodka served), a sleek and sexy lounge decked out with crystal chandelier curtains and teal and white banquettes.


Below: Throngs of party goers living it up.