Never underestimate the need for some time with nature and your thoughts. Being a child of the city, there’s no other place quite as perfect as the Barbican conservatory, for spending some quality time and just being at ease within the monumental brutalist complex.
A ticket, a piece of paper imprinted with a unique alpha-numerical sequence of digits containing an ample amount of information detailing the journey about to be embarked upon. This sequence of digits affords one to gaining all sorts of experiences, from the mundane commute to and from work to travelling half way around the world to immerse oneself in an entirely different culture for a week or so. Fortunately, for me, my ticket with its unique alpha-numerical sequences permitted me to a weekend break.
Paris. (Destination coded)
Ah Paris. I think I just found a new love. I’m not quite sure what it was about this city, with its filthy metro system and overly rude people however these are some of the little quirks that made me love it more.
I finally got my trip to Paris, This was my first time, it definitely won’t be my last. A lot of comparisons could and were made between London and Paris, a la my cousin, both have their rude, miserable looking people, but both have very distinctive vibes. Paris has this amazingly uniform architecture, white stone buildings, beautifully tiled roofs whilst London has the really stunning mix’n’match of the different architectural styles over the course of its history as a city.
My prior knowledge of Paris was based on much of what we were taught about The City at school through those gosh awful text books. To see that the Metro ticket system was still in full swing, gave an instant sense of familiarity, as though I’ve done it For much of my life. Also much like trying to find ones way around Paris, thinking that pharmacy was the same one that I passed getting off the Metro at St. Germain in an attempt to find Ladurée on Rue Bonaparte.
I must admit I didn’t take as many pictures as I probably should have that day, whilst on my educational (meandering) derivé however I gained a better understanding of how part of the city seems to work (also how easily one can get lost) but I shall be back again to discover understand more about this fascinatingly picturesque city.
Like all things, especially the good ones, they come to an end and we move onto the next, using the experience taught to us to reflect and grow. It’s been raining a lot, with the change in the weather I’ve noticed a change in myself, or maybe it’s circumstances that have change,
or maybe the former thing, (I’ll work it out). But where one thing ends, another opportunity is waiting to be grabbed, if you’re willing to take the ride.
The past month has been absolutely fantastic; with two internships at different publications, the opportunity to go on a shoot with one of them and getting to watch how things work on a shoot has to be one of the many highlights of my month. Watching how a professional photographer works and the amount of time, emails, effort and work that goes into the preparation and delivery for ultimately is a few pictures across a spread in a magazine. It was magical watching these form, which you can see in an upcoming issue.
I’m not even sure where my summer and September went but October seems to be the month for organising ones self and seizing opportunities. I wonder what the next few weeks hold.
Inspired by the sun and many-a-tumblr posts I thought I’d venture into the unknown of the tie dyeing. If you follow me on tumblr you may have noticed over the last few weeks a sudden influx of psychedelic patterns and kaleidoscopic colours to which I thought I’d give a go.
So on my day off I thought “OK. Let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on.”
I can’t wait to see the final results. Going to be so awesome, see you in 2 days.
**(I began writing this post whilst there,
then realised that travel office could resolve certain files, plus lack of consistent internet, and blah blah blah, skip to rest of post ;3)**
We stayed in one of my favourite hotels, the NH Atlanta, great Art Deco architecture and interiors (much like the rest of Rotterdam). Filled with little fun quirks, part of the reason why I enjoy it there so much.
Carnival kicked of with battle of the drums and the rest is history (in the photos).
This year’s carnival tops last years one, though i don’t think this years images do
(last years images have yet to touch Photoshop). I blame the photographer in this case. The camera’s too perfect to make any bad images. Though the experience is still all there, though I missed all the food photo opportunities, to busy stuffing my face.
And yet another year has passed where I have missed the opportunity to go to the Architecture Museum. One Year… However, just roaming around the city getting the chance to look at the buildings that weren’t in their final forms last year. The final products are just so much more beautiful, than the renders showed (so much better than anything produced here in London).
However a quick trip to Amsterdam for a few hour
kinda (I’m still really annoyed) made up for this.
I don’t know. I guess I’ll be back next year :3
I’ve come to appreciate these a lot more as of late. These days where time seems to pass so slow when you’re watching it, yet you turn your back for what seems like a moment and the day in its entirety has come to an end, and you have this feeling of dissatisfaction due to not completing ALL that you set out to do.
Monday was one of those days, well, kind of, I achieved a little more but lacked in other things. Monday was definitely a day of exploration and discovery to say the least.
With crazy bicycle rides from East to West, to S. West back to Central. Visits to both the Design and the Victoria & Albert Museum (two of my favourite
public well known and visited museums in London to date) the day was just mad.
The Christian Louboutin exhibition at the design museum was definitely worth both the madness of the queue and the very loud and very unappreciative school teenagers
(weren’t we all like that at one point?) that were allowed to roam throughout the gallery. It was shoe porn!
Major highlight was the holographic video (click for making of video) featuring Dita Von Teese doing some of what she’s does best. Also the overall show man ship of how the exhibition was curated and put together, much like a fun fair-come-circus-come-performance-come-garden space. Honestly if you missed this exhibition it is really unfortunate, much like the no photography rule, which i respected for this artisan of footwear.
Much of the rest of the day was just left to exploring S.West London. Apologies for the lack of photos, however being a cyclist in London is much like trying to avoid being hit by obstructions much like a child playing in an adventure playground.
I do wonder how other londoners do spend they’re off days.
Honestly, I’m so in love with this place, so picturesque. It reminds me of a place I once dreamt about only to be awaken by the realisation that I live in grey London (which ain’t all bad). Anyways just a few snaps from the trip.
Ciao bella Firenze. Until the next opportunity for us to meet.