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Rockwell Valentine's



....come celebrate the season of hearts this month at the Power Plant Mall, where timeless favorites—much like romance—never go out of style.


This February, Power Plant Mall's Valentine's Day tribute to love and all its trappings will be a celebration of the timeless classics of romance: sweets, flowers, music, and a good old love story.
This year's Valentine's fair, entitled Rockwell Valentine's kicks off on February 6 with the revival of the well-loved Baker's Dozen at the Concourse. From macarons to cupcakes, a variety of your favorite goodies from the best of the best home-based bakers will once again be onsite. Make your rounds around the stalls and sample sweets with your sweetheart or surprise a special someone with a box of treats for cozy sharing.

And while the easiest way to a man's heart may be through his stomach, nothing speaks to a woman quite the way a bouquet of flowers does.

A stroll through all the fragrant and flowering stalls at the Flower Fair, which opens at the North Court on February 9, will be the very picture of idyllic romance. But if that isn't enough—come Valentine's Day, pair the fresh blooms with a romantic serenade from Kadense's styling on strings or the soulful sax music of Vince Lahorra, and watch the magic rekindle in you all over again.

As always, Power Plant Mall offers the best in shopping and dining. And a number of the stores and restaurants in the mall are getting in on the Valentine's vibe by offering sweet deals and discounts. Take this chance to buy your Valentine a nice token before sharing a romantic dinner for two.
Cap off your date with something nostalgic at Power Plant Cinema's Audrey Hepburn Film Fest. Opening on February 11, the film retrospective will feature Breakfast at Tiffany's, My Fair Lady, Sabrina, Roman Holiday, and other memorable performances from the legendary movie- and style-icon who has inspired generation after generation of hopeless romantics.


So come celebrate the season of hearts this month at the Power Plant Mall, where timeless favorites—much like romance—never go out of style.

For more information, log on to powerplantmall.multiply.com or call 8981702.

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