My teenage heroine.
(Source: ciggy)
Beautiful.
Inside my home: my Lulu Guinness lips clutch is too fun to hide away in a dustbag, so I display it as art on my windowsill
The customs here are so strange, so foreign, that the possibility of adjusting seems implausible. For starters, you can’t face any direction, anywhere in the city, without seeing a poster for the arts. Theatre is thriving, and throw a stone and you’ll hit a Space Invader work, or perhaps it’ll land in a pit of one hundred million individually painted ceramic sunflower seeds.
— London/Londoff. Email newsletter from my Australian university on the London arts scene.
I blame Lucy Baker at The Little Show-Off last night for making me grow to like this rather mediocre Cheryl Cole dance track.
Just know that you’re not in this thing alone
There’s always a place in me that you can call home
Whenever you feel like we’re growing apart
Let’s just go back back back to the start…
Oh Cheryl, you are so wise!
Other highlights of the evening? Cocktail making reminiscent of the Pollywaffle night at Arq back in 2005. Hilarious tales of a Canadian living in London. A reading of ‘I got you babe’. Group singalongs to ‘Love Is All Around’ and ‘All You Need Is Love’.
Relationships last long not because they’re destined to last long. Relationships last long because two brave people made a choice—to keep it, fight for it, and to work for it. Meanwhile, other relationships fail not because they’re destined to fail. They fail because one of the two, or both, made the choice—to set each other free.
(via rated-s, mattttfigga)
What Rachel did in NYC
Wrote two articles. Met Rachel KB for Mexican food near Wall Street. Walked up to Bleecker Street for cupcakes, and tripped over on the street in the process (the cupcakes were good, though). Ventured into Bergdof Goodman and felt entirely out of place. Met Emily for a drink in Chelsea, followed by The Drowsy Chaperone, followed by yet more Mexican food. Bought an Anthropologie store. Went back to Chelsea with Emily to scour the local commercial art galleries. Had dinner and cocktails at Lani Kai with a bunch of awesome journo and politico types. Had a southern-style breakfast with Therese on the Lower East Side. Trained over to Williamsburg to the Brooklyn Art Library for the amazing Sketchbook Project. Oogled bookshops. Didn’t buy any. Had a cocktail at Chuck Bass’s hotel. Spent a short-but-lovely 30 minutes with Lena and picked up a Feminist Coming Out Day t-shirt, which I am currently wearing. Tried and failed to get a table at the Clinton Street Bakery. Reconciled with an old friend. Had tea with Anthony G. Travelled back down to the LES for sake with Tim and Helen. Had dinner at the Cornelia Street Cafe. Ate another cupcake. Had breakfast with Chloe in Queens. Learned about India and development at the Center for Architecture. Ate dim sum with Anna. Flew back to London on the red-eye.
What Rachel did in LA
Spent up big at…
Caught the bus to…
… and forced Simon to go on the rollercoasters with me.
Went to the offices of…
Enjoyed a cocktail or two at…
Ate delicious scallops and spinach, hibiscus tea and warm berry pie at…
And got approach on the street by “Aaron the Handyman with Handmade Tools”.
I love that in London, climate change theatre is its own genre. I’ve seen three such performances since I’ve been here, and two of them were very good.
Greenland wasn’t quite as a phenomenal as Earthquakes In London, which showed as the same theatre in August 2010, but it was both thought provoking and entertaining, in a way that the big West End musicals (and zeitgeisty-but-poorly-written productions like Shoes) just aren’t.
I particularly loved the bits set during the Copenhagen talks, and the hilarious (and politically astute) commentary from the Mali representatives.
If you’re looking for something to see in London, and even if you’re not, make sure you see Greenland. It’s showing until April 2.
One for the word nerds. Simon and I went to see this today (because there is life outside your apartment etc etc) and we LOVED it. Very informative and inspiring, in a way my undergraduate English tutorials never were.
Showing now at the British Library.
