Mei-Ling Chen
Graphic Designer, Meditator, Maker of Excellent Dumplings

Remembering Mei-Ling Chen

28th June 1993 – 15th August 2024 28 June 2536 BE – 15 August 2567 BE

Mei-Ling Chen was born on 28 June 1993 in Hong Kong to Wei and Li-Hua Chen. She was the middle child of three, the one her parents described as the thoughtful one — slower to speak than her siblings, quicker to notice things. She came to London in 2012 to study Graphic Design at Central Saint Martins, graduated in 2015, stayed because London felt like the right size of life, and joined the design studio Fieldwork later that year, where she spent her career making things beautiful and useful.

Outside work, Mei-Ling was a serious practitioner of Tibetan Buddhist meditation. She had attended retreats in Scotland, Nepal and Thailand, kept a daily sitting practice, and was part of a small London sangha she had found through a friend in 2018. She read widely in both English and Chinese, kept a sketchbook with obsessive consistency, and had been photographing London — particularly its quieter residential corners, the bins and railings and back-garden trees — for years, building an archive she had plans for that she would not now complete. She also made very good dumplings, a skill passed down from her maternal grandmother, and fed her friends generously.

Mei-Ling died suddenly on 15 August 2024, following a brain haemorrhage. She was 31 years old. Her parents and sister Mei-Xiu flew from Hong Kong and were with her. Her brother Wei-Jun followed two days later. She is held in the hearts of everyone who knew her, and in the particular quality of quiet attention she brought to every room she was in.

Memory

The Flat on Queensbridge Road

We were flatmates for three years and I learned things from living with Mei-Ling that I use every day. She was the most organised person I have shared a space with — not rigidly, but in a way that made the space work for both of us. She had very few possessions but chose each one carefully. Her desk was always clear except for the sketchbook and a glass of water. She said clutter made it hard to think. I have been clearing my own desk ever since.

Yuki Nakamura · 8 Jun 2026
Memory

At the Yoga Class

I met Mei-Ling at a yoga class in Dalston three years ago and we became the kind of friends who arrive early and stay late, getting in the teacher's way. She was calm in a way I aspired to and she was completely unsentimental about it — she did not talk about peace as a destination, just as something you returned to when you remembered. She gave me a book about Buddhist practice once without any recommendation attached, just "I thought you might like this." She was right.

Sunita Pillai · 8 Jun 2026
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