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My gosh, this feels like Jurassic Park,” says a sequin-clad Candy Chuang, posing with a martini in the underground speakeasy where we are conducting her cover shoot. Next door, developers are drilling the foundations for a new apartment block and the ensuing thuds, which come with monotonous regularity, are making the surface of her cocktail ripple


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But nothing is going to stop this no-nonsense live wire from getting the job done. Candy is throwing herself into the theme of old Hollywood glamour under the direction of photographer Olivier Yoan. It’s all about sparkle, smoke, spotlights and sass, which Candy brings in spades. Whether draping herself across plush velvet sofas or balancing on six-inch Jimmy Choos at the bar, Candy looks the consummate femme fatale

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Ironically, she’s more the girl next door than film noir vamp and spends the day chatting to our crew and keeping her staff happy and well fed. Of the shoot’s six outfits, her favourite is a sheer black Marc Jacobs gown with shimmering white lilies. “It’s almost like they’re floating,” she says of the flowers. “It’s dreamy.”



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Hang on—Iceland? “I was there for a stag do,” he says in his terribly British accent in an attempt to dispel my bemusement, which only heightens. What the devil does one do in Iceland for a stag party? “We explored a volcano, went snowmobiling, visited these amazing thermal baths, drank locally brewed beer—oh, and I tried puffin for the first time. You know that bird that looks like a penguin?” Apparently the local beer went down more easily than the puffin

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Ivan lives to travel. The desire to immerse himself in different cultures stems perhaps from a childhood of constant migration. The third son of Burmese property tycoon Serge Pun, Ivan was raised between Hong Kong, Thailand, Myanmar and Britain, where he completed his schooling and almost completed his tertiary study. “The course was incredibly antiquated,” he says of the Bachelor of Oriental Studies he started at Oxford University and later quit

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He may have dropped out in his third year, but he made a plethora of friends, many of whom attest to his restless desire to see, try and create new things. “Ivan loves fashion, art and culture generally, and loves to travel. He is single-minded in pursuing his passions,” says Christopher Owen, a fellow Oxonian and close pal

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It was Ivan who introduced Christopher to his wife Victoria Tang, who photographed Ivan for this story. From illegal Halloween raves in New York to club-hopping in Beijing and beach holidays in Myanmar


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