Art, Cambodia, lifestyle, Phnom Penh, Travel

ithinkasia: The Who, Part Two

Photo: ithinkasia

Photo: ithinkasia

Following up on Part One (Lee!) from the ithinkasia blog series comes Naome. One of the warmest and vibrant people I’ve met here, it was such a pleasure getting to know her better and I love to keep an eye on what she’s doing through Facebook and social media.

An integral part of the team, Naome is proof that strong, smart, independent women are all part of what’s going to push the industry forward.

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Art, Cambodia, Expat, lifestyle, Phnom Penh, Travel

ithinkasia: The Who, Part One

Photo: ithinkasia

Photo: ithinkasia

This past year I had the delight and honor to meet with some of the team at ithinkasia: a fresh, innovative, fun, and impactful pre and post production house in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

Getting to know the business was one brilliant thing (I still couldn’t even begin to explain the ins and outs of a production house, but getting to know the team behind the name was an even bigger treat.

Not only does ithinkasia use the skills they have to add benefit a growing and emerging market- but they do it with heart. Meet Lee, one of the awesome guys I met when diving into their world of animation, drawing, and storytelling.

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Cambodia, Expat, lifestyle, Personal, Phnom Penh

Not just my card.


I’d like to take a moment and share an MBA, a Mischke Business announcement: just because I currently work in the insurance field does not mean my sole interests lie in Death and Disablement, Medivac, Benefit Tables, and taking your money for reasons many believe aren’t necessary.

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Fashion, Travel

Project Pietà.

Courtesy of Project Pietà Facebook

Courtesy of Project Pietà Facebook

There are countless fashion projects, concepts, brands, organizations, teams, and designers that I look at basically every single work day. Call it…research.

Sure, I’d love that cashmere skull cap or that set of rose gold chevron print bracelets- but rarely never enough to enter my bank account info and make a purchase, especially from overseas.

Project Pietà, however, was shown to me by a friend today and immediately, I was blown away. As the site boldly and simply states: “AN IMPERTINENT AND IRREVERENT PROJECT, INDEPENDENT AND SPONTANEOUS.”

There is a difference between some designers or brands seeking out a problem to support themselves, lifting their name and product into the sky, saying it will save lives while focusing in on a crisis and not letting it go. I guess you learn a little bit about this the more and more time you spend here.

Then there are groups that take a hard look at the reality of genuine lives and stories that exist and what can be done with them in the state they’re in, move forward, and instill something great; of creation, aptitude, and accomplishment while producing incredible items in the process.

Look & learn.

Alejandra, Establecimiento Penitenciario Mujeres "Santa Monica", Chorillos, Lima.

Alejandra, Establecimiento Penitenciario Mujeres “Santa Monica”, Chorillos, Lima.

Cambodia, Expat, Personal, Phnom Penh

Creative Block. June 25, 2013.


It might be the change of scenery at home, the end of another month writing what seems like the millionth article about suede booties, a bit of stress about going home for a visit in September and organizing it all-but I feel like I’ve hit a creative wall, or you know “writer’s block”. Except it’s not necessarily writer’s block, obviously- I’m still writing something, whether it’s good or not and I keep putting together pieces but I feel at the moment like my passion is dwindling. Is the return just too little?

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Cambodia, Music, Personal, Phnom Penh, Travel, United States

Glass Half Full. December 18, 2012.

It’s that third month.

“We’ve been over this. You posted about your three month residence in Cambodia on the 5th,” you’re thinking.

This is different animal.

Since the third grade, I’ve managed to remember or imagine that something incredibly bad happens every three months. I’m sure it’s simply a superstition or a mathematical way of dealing with life, expecting the worst but hoping for the best, but mainly expecting the worst. Even now, fifteen years later, I clench my teeth and brace myself for the hard hit when that three month mark comes around; a death, a loss of some sort, a personal misguidance, heartbreak, or physical detriment. Maybe I dealt with “it” already with the visa issue, but I was able to let go of that so easily it seems like that can’t possibly have been the bit hit! I haven’t discussed this with a therapist so who really knows what that would bit is other than my undeniable pessimism, but I can say so far…December has treated me well.

First, Allison arrived. Gone are moments spent alone laughing in bed at something ridiculous on the internet. Disgraceful Top 40 guilty pleasure songs are now being played again. I get to engage with someone who is experiencing newly minted expat life along with me on a deeply personal level. Horror movies can now be watched in company(even though she hates them) and my terrible eating habits have somehow made their way back into my life after a 2 week health stint. Then, the exciting discovery of a perfect 4 bedroom villa in what I think is BKK1, could be BKK2, honestly it doesn’t really matter since the terrace is gorgeous, the floor plan is spacious, and our future flat mates are on the un-creepy side of the male gender, aren’t vegetarian, and showed up with hilarious passport pictures involving serious faces and basketballs. My mom has officially decided to return to Cambodia after her trip in January which is a huge relief as I would miss her more than anyone can ever imagine and I’ve had the immense pleasure to have met truly inspiring individuals in the past month, whether it be for their travels, business ventures, or passion for life; some having been given the gift of all three. I’ve enjoyed partaking in three photo shoots, an especially delightful one working with a fun, creative, and energetic photographer, Chatti, and so look forward to seeing the end results.

A “normal person”, a “balanced individual” would take this all and just embrace it and thank God that they’ve been blessed with such treats and experiences, but its as if some latent guilt or fear of something indistinguishable will keep me on the edge of my seat until January 5th. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit this ridiculous time frame for failure or pain I’ve cultivated, but I can only now express it so freely because I can truly say it’s lessened to the point of almost non-existence. A fleet of emotions with the tempo of a jazz song make their way across my days and nights, but apparently it’s enough to make me forget that something “bad” is going to ruin me, I’m just so focused on every other rampant thought raging through me I can’t make time for something like that.

One moment I’m acting like I was at ten watching cartoons and laughing at all the wrong parts and the next lying in bed listening to Iron and Wine and wondering if the romance, the love my mother and father shared will ever be known to me and an hour later trying to decide at just what level terrified I am of learning the ways of mergers and acquisitions. There are hours when I’m scrolling through friend’s Instagram accounts from the States and seeing Christmas lights and family gatherings and Hot Toddies that an ache for the known and loved ones takes me over. Then there are evenings, the hours of existentialism with some of the most endearing, honest, and wonderful people sitting on the front porch after MacGyvering two bottles without a wine opener talking about every aspect of everything openly and honestly; Fear and Loathing at Mischke No. 12.

This entry has no real point. I am simply here, figuring things out literally day to day, accepting the relationships as they come, the friendships as they go, learning, growing, failing, fearing, loving, despising, being humbled. I’m a young, young woman and I’m going to just allow myself for growth. No longer do I have to be the five year old who once said to her mother “I know everything.” I happily accept that I don’t know everything, I’m further away from it than the world has from being peaceful, and I’m grateful for the growth I have yet to do because if I really do know everything, life is going to be pretty darn lame.

I’ve been asked every single day for one reason or another,

“How long are you planning on staying in Cambodia?”

I’m honest when I say I have no intention of leaving any time soon. An end date is not something that has been acknowledged or visited and although I know nothing of what is to be in the coming months, whether  pure excitement, success, joy, and education or of pure hell, Sylvia Plath perfectly expressed in a personal journal

“Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”

Until that happens, I’m going to look at the glass half full. Full of purified drinking water, Pastis, or battery acid; it won’t matter. Something worthwhile, it’s happening. Bad can’t be recognized until it’s over. Then in my experience, as I look back on the time in the future, it turns out it was good because I lived through it, stronger than ever.