About a month ago, I made a T-shirt with a tennis racket on it. Someone looked at it and asked, “Could you put the Twin Towers on the T-shirt?”

Nobody told us you could drive almost all the way to Monkey Beach, so there we were at 7.30 in the morning, carrying an entire Aloha collection through the jungle, down a rather steep path, trying desperately not to crumple the clothes.

Our original mission was simple: spend the morning walking around the beautiful MacRitchie Reservoir and then find a good plate of nasi lemak afterwards. The first part was easy. The second… not so much.

A love letter to friendship, photography and the printed page.

Just when I thought Instagram had finally decided I needed another motivational quote, another productivity hack, and another five-step guide to becoming a better human being, it surprised me.

If you’ve followed Nala for a while, you’ll know I have a lifelong fascination with Delft Blue.

I was in Antwerp visiting my sister Fleur, and naturally, we ended up in a museum bookshop. We didn’t even visit the museum. We went straight to the shop.

Long before Aloha became a story at Nala, I was collecting Hawaiian shirts.

Singapore isn’t exactly famous for breaking the rules. Which is precisely why we decided to do it.

The other day, I wandered into what might just be the loneliest beautiful supermarket I’ve ever visited.