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)
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.
Meiji Jingu Shrine
Hugo and Kit singing Foals at Karaoke
…every bit of food I ate.
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.
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.
The meatballs however, were excellent…
“What’s your opinion on salmon?”
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.