Brittany Ferries has always been one of my favourite places.
From sleeping out on deck to piano accompanied dinners.
Bowls of fresh prawns to the sweetest of coffees.
Sobbing in the kids cinema to the mystical awakening of their alarm call.
Every crossing leaves lasting memories.
Waking up in France. Bien sûr. The most dreamy.
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It has been a while since I have posted on here. Holidays in France, a camera full of photos and a lot of rain later and it is time to begin again.
Firstly, I turned twenty six in the Manuel’s beautiful home in France. Annie was painting the house for her new Annie Sloan book, so I am unable to share any images yet – but bathtubs in bedrooms, foxgloves in vases and large open fires made it feel like sleeping in World of Interiors – only better.
This time, Hugo and I managed to return with:
– Boxes of Pont-l’eveque
– (A few) two euro bottles of wine
– Jars of Petit Pois
– Petit Marseillais Soap
…and papier mache letters spelling JURNAUX (anagrams welcome)
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Easter comes with happy childhood memories of finding Easter eggs hidden in tulips in the garden, winning what seemed riches then of £5 at the Point to Point and driving down to Branscombe to see my Grampa.
To celebrate my recent happy move to St Clement’s in Oxford, I decided it was time to start creating my own Easter memories.
I made St Clement’s Cake.
In fact, I made two delicious but sunken ones. One to eat at home (with help from Elsie) and one to take down in the car on the way to Grampa’s.
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This Valentines, I embarked on a four day whirlwind tour to Tokyo with Chad Valley and Trophy Wife. The most beautiful and humbling country I have ever been to, with the kindest and most wonderful people. Thank you to Fumi for giving us an unforgettable experience and putting on two fantastic gigs at O Nest.
Highlights included:
Two weddings
Saki
Hot saki
Hugo and Kit singing Foals at Karaoke
…every bit of food I ate.
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Last Monday Marina Nesi, Hugo and I went to see Active Child play at Saint Giles in the Field. Hugo toured across America with them last Autumn and I was lucky enough to join everyone on the West Coast. Ever since, I have been completely, totally, head over heals with this band, the music is so beautiful.
Prior to the gig we ventured to Korea Town behind Tottenham Court road and ate delicious hot broth. We then entered the church and sat up in the Gods, perched on the pews so we could see the stage. The music perfectly filled and echoed round the cold stone walls, as their shadows danced on the statue of Jesus that hung behind the stage.
For those of you who missed it, here is Chad Valley’s remix of one of my favourite tracks, Playing House.
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Coming from a fine interior heritage (his mum is Annie of Annie Sloan Interiors) and besides the obligatory student sofa in Bristol, this was Hugo’s first real encounter with Ikea.
In need for miscellaneous kitchen utensils for our new home, I managed to persuade him that this was something of a ‘coming of age’ experience and one that came served with masses of swedish meatballs. Anyone who knows Hugo well will understand that the meatball part of this was a good sell.
2 hours later we both left with a cheese grater, a stack of candles, two kitchen chairs from the bargain bin and a slight feeling of regret.
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Fine Frenchies Poppy and Marina enjoy meat, dinosaurs and Burger King for dîner.
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Oxford is well known for its summer days. The lazy stretching lawns, punts quietly floating down the Cherwell and the blossoming Magnolia trees lining the college walls.
However, it is at Christmas, when air is cold, the alleyways empty and the sound of practicing choirs call out from behind stone walls, that Oxford’s magic truly comes to life.
And what better way to enjoy it, than biking to the Rickety Press, breakfast at the wonderful Oxfork or dining in the delights of the new Turl Street Kitchen.
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This Autumn I joined Chad Valley on the last leg on his US Tour with the brilliant Active Child. From Portland to LA up to San Fransisco and back again, our bright blue Toyota Corolla sped up the Big Sur, through desert and in and out of valet parking at Paula Abdul’s.
Food in America is a convenience. Like everyone says, it’s big and mostly involves burritos. I actually had some of the worst food of my life, chile dog, corn dog, any sort of dog named goods in particular. But on the sunny side up, if you manage to find the right places, they are so good. So, in no particular order:
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Last weekend, Chad Valley and myself embarked on Creamfields for a 30 minute set and some stone baked pizza. We left after the 30 minute set deciding to avoid the teenage pill poppers, mud soaked beauty queens, aging ravers, gurning rude boys.. the pizza was however excellent.
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“What’s your opinion on salmon?”
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Liverpool has quickly become one of my favourite cities, from the Liver Birds, John Lewis Pjamas to the Eleanor Rigby Hotel above the strip joint, made best of all by seeing the wonderful Jamie Galliford. Jamie and I collaborated at Saint Martins under the guise of Garrison Ford, resulting in a lot of black coffee and a rather sexual film about mayonnaise.
Jamie is not only a very talented artist, but makes the most amazing bacon sandwiches ever at the brilliant Bold Street Cafe.
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Off to Liverpool on Thursday with Chad Valley. This was my birthday cake when I was ten years old.
My excitement is beyond belief #maccaforever #wheredoyoulive?
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