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
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“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.
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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.
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.