Chandreyee Ray

1 week ago | vogue.sg | Chandreyee Ray

With its vivid red brick exterior, swooping arches, and exquisite frescoes painted across domed ceilings, San Bernardino alle Monache is one of Milan’s most historic churches. Stepping inside, you might be surprised to find an eclectic group of Singaporean designers standing alongside their most futuristic works. This intriguing juxtaposition is owed to Milan Design Week—one of the most important design events of the global cultural calendar.

3 weeks ago | vogue.sg | Chandreyee Ray

It is New Year’s Eve and Linying is sandwiched between a throng of artists and models at a rooftop party in the Hollywood Hills of Los Angeles. Loud music reverberates through her chest as half-empty glasses of shiny liquid slosh around. It’s getting late, she thinks to herself. She has an important appointment to keep the next day. The next morning, she finds herself surrounded by a decidedly different crowd: Asian septuagenarians.

4 weeks ago | vogue.sg | Chandreyee Ray

Content warning: This article depicts sexual assault and its aftermath. When I was 19, hitting the clubs was like my own personal Olympic sport. It’s where you’d find me at least two or three nights a week—squealing with my girlfriends as we tossed back shot glasses of shiny liquid before running out onto the dance floor to do a full day’s worth of cardio. I felt simultaneously cocooned in the warmth of other bodies and like I was the only one there. It was exhilarating to be so free.

1 month ago | vogue.sg | Chandreyee Ray |Janice Sim |Jesslyn Lye

When it comes to Singapore’s culinary scene, there’s always more to discover. Exclusive pop-ups regularly bring unique new gastronomic experiences to our door, and chef collaborations continually yield creative and delicious results. And of course, who could forget the constant slate of inventive new restaurants that are finding their place on our shores? A fresh crop of openings place Chinese cuisine front and center, albeit in vastly different ways.

1 month ago | vogue.sg | Chandreyee Ray

We are sitting in a black-walled auditorium inside the Arts House, one of Singapore’s oldest colonial-era buildings. ArunDitha strides into the centre with a slim volume in her hand. She steps up to a mic and shuts her eyes momentarily, then takes a deep breath, audible through the crackle of the mic and over the pin-drop silence that has descended over the room. She begins: “My body is a monster built from disassociation; hand from elsewhere stitched onto forearm.