Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Thursday, 15 September 2011

London Happenings


Rain, Southbank at night, teeny tiny kite flying, pirate instructions, before the big day and a lot of Charlies.

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Windows of Bristol

My favourite thing about Bristol was all the lovely windows.

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

The Dogs

On Saturday we went to watch the greyhound racing at Wimbledon Stadium. It was like being in a Blur photo shoot, everything looked exactly as I had imagined from the colours of the stadium to the crowd of people gathered and when the sun went down it looked even better - surely all greyhound racing should take place at night, preferably wrapped up in a scarf on a cold evening. We had a blast and the evening just flew by. Astonishingly we even won back all of our money.

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

The Museum of Broken Relationships

I visited the Museum of Broken Relationships last week, an exhibition of items that are left over at the end of a failed relationship and eventually given to the museum with a short description as to why the owner had held on to it and why now they were ready to donate it.

It makes for a strange collection of assorted inanimate objects that have been given a meaning and value beyond their purpose. At times sad or angry, amusing or hopeful it's overall poignantly nostaglic and well worth the visit.

It has found a temporary home scattered around various locations in Seven Dials and closes this weekend.

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Leakey's Bookshop

If there was only one reason to visit Inverness, Leakey's would be it.

Monday, 22 August 2011

What More Suitable Present for Your Friends at Home?

I seem to have accidently started a collection of old Athens travel guides. This latest one is probably my favourite.

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Foxy Floating Cinema

On Friday evening we went to the Floating Cinema at Three Mills to watch The Fantastic Mr Fox. Luckily the weather held out and we had a really lovely evening, the highlight of which was seeing the Bean, Boggis, Bunce and Mr Fox maquettes.

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Book Splurge

Like millions of other people I love to sink into a good book. I haven’t always loved it; in fact I obstinately refused to learn to read until I was six. My mum would despair at me, my teachers would try bribing me but frankly, I just couldn’t be bothered to learn what all the little letters joined together sounded like aloud.

I was more interested in creating my own version based on the pictures. Then one day I just picked it up and never stopped. I’d slink away up to my room and devour book upon book. I didn’t read for escapism. I read to understand the world around me; I also read to hear how things that I had never seen before were described and then I would then attempt to draw them. I was obsessed with descriptions. The real type of description such a Milton uses where every word adds further depth to his vast picture of poetry.

I never read anything written before 1930. I refused to. I found it all too grey.

Then I went to University and my reading habits changed entirely, quite suddenly modernism meant the whole world to me and I craved that grey, honest writing. I stopped caring for description and focussed on dialogue, I started reading drama rather than novels and instead of painting poetry I looked for people to do it for me - you can always match up a Picasso to one poem or other. I fell into philosophy and art and somewhere along the line forgot about novels. In an odd kind of way reading English had the opposite effect to that which I thought it would, instead of opening me up to masses of new text it made me extremely picky about what I liked and to an extent made me hate novels.

Recently I’ve been craving books again, I’m trying to read wider than I have in the past and I’ve realised there are literally hundreds of classics I’ve still not read. Not to mention the hundreds I have at home that I’ve still not read.

All this is a really long winded way of saying that I went on a huge book buying splurge recently and now have a dozen new ones to get excited about. I just want to read them all. Right. Now.

(The Gunter Grass one isn't strictly speaking new but I had lost it and have only just found it again)

Monday, 15 August 2011

Sunday, 7 August 2011

Gin, Pool and Rainbows

A glass of gin and a game of pool and the brightest rainbow I've ever seen at the Earl Ferrers

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Morning Coffee

On the train this morning I had what I will call a Cold Attack where my cold practically attacked me. There I was immersed in my book when it quite suddenly grabbed me by my throat and throttled me until I was swimming in my own tears and coughing up my own lungs. Not a great look; everyone near me took a visible step back lest they catch whatever lurgies I may be harbouring.

I got off the train at the next stop and bought myself a coffee at the delightful Bertie and Boo in Balham. Sadly I spilt some of it on the train ride home. Happily none of it spilt on my new white dress.

Thursday, 21 July 2011



I've been trying some really basic papercutting recently, this is an older one that I started out with. If I get good at it it might develop into a little project.

Saturday, 16 July 2011

Peacocks and Paintings


Last week we went to the Cult of Beauty exhibition at the V&A. Walter Hamilton first wrote of the Aesthetes in his book The Aesthetic Movement in England and the exhibition attempts to piece together the people that made up this period. Given that it stretches over 40 years, is more of an ideal than a movement and revolves around largely unconnected people, it is not strange that this is the first major Aesthete exhibition.

As we visited during the penultimate weekend of the exhibition the five rooms were almost overbearingly crowded but it really added to the feeling of claustrophobic and dense opulence. The rooms are dark, mostly decorated in rich tertiary colours and corridors lead up to rooms within rooms; like voyeurs we were able to look through peepholes into a life size replica of Dante Gabriel Rossetti's bedroom and step into the cylindrical panoramic Peacock Room.

Here peacock feathers represent art for arts sake, the display of feathers fanned out are seen as a type of beautiful abandon and their iridescent colours recall jewels and the exotic. As such peacock feathers feature heavily throughout the exhibition from wall projections, to Liberty prints and large peacock friezes.

My favourite pieces were the James McNeill Whistler Nocturnes showing the everyday smoggy view of industrialised London through the beautiful shrouds of night, Aubrey Beardsley’s illustrations, heavily influenced by Japanese art and parodying the decadence of the age and Christopher Dresser’s silver teapot which looks surprisingly modern alongside the rest of the display.

Friday, 15 July 2011


Approaching schoolgirl levels of excitement

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Sunday, 10 July 2011


A few minutes across from Cardiff Bay is the Victorian seaside town of Penarth.  There's something comforting about old seaside towns that have somehow survived the changing of time.  The tide was out when we arrived and the wet sand was full of etched hearts.  We visited on a Sunday afternoon with the idea of eating dinner by the sea but absolutely everything was closed except The Fig Tree where we sat on the roof terrace watching the tide coming in.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

Cardiff Castle


Last weekend we spent a couple of day in Cardiff.  Our first stop was Cardiff Castle.