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.
Monday 23rd June, I was awarded the luxury of some me time and decided to head to the Rude Boy Returns exhibition at Somerset house. Mad excited since my art directed emailed me about it the month prior, I knew I had to go.
The exhibition consisted of 5 rooms and a partial corridor within the south wing. The exhibition shows the evolution of the rude boy style from its roots in Jamaica to today’s arbiters of the style. Rude boy style is this fusion of impeccable tailored pieces and elements of different cultures and fashion genres. It’s about standing out and being true to yourself. That Tom Ford quote “Dressing well is a kind of good manners…” kept springing to mind as I wondered around the exhibition. Hopefully its one you got to see.
I had the pleasure of meeting one of the Rude Boys from the exhibition, Seye Adelekan a musician. Dressed very sharply that one could not resist but to take a polaroid too.
Becoming incredible indulgent, I had a peak at the Colour through Form exhibition. Beautifully arranged pieces and fabrics, all very graphical. It was a great way to see fabrics, rugs and textiles presented in this way. Very different from the usual swatch packs found at designer’s stalls. Again, one to catch if you fancy a bit of interior design.
I’ve plunged into the world of analogue photography. Not only did I find a bargain but also an amazing companion to accompany me on this adventure. The plunge made even deeper by starting with the medium referred to as ‘medium’ in this collective. Oh yes, the film-virgins first film camera is a medium format monster, hell-bent on only giving me 15 opportunities (on each roll) to prove my ‘creative eye’ through the it’s insanely hefty and monstrously large light gathering operation.
I’ve learnt so much from the past two weeks and am still learning how my new friend absorbs information so differently yet so similarly to my other cameras. Reading light seems to be the next challenge, but I’m rather enjoying it.
Hope I get better from these first attempts, as put so eloquently but H.C-Bresson, ‘le tir photographique est un de mes carnets de croquis.’ It definetly has become mine.
Design meets Fashion, well met, and quite literally, there’s a slight over lap of the two events, Fashion Week/end and The Design Festival, within London and both seem to occur towards the latter part of September. I always see this as like the beginning of the new year for both design and fashion as in my last post. It’s a chance to see what both British designers have been up too and where they see they’re new products and designs enriching our life’s over the coming few months (years in the case of me and that shelf).
It always feels like one has to choose between the two, as though fashion and design are these competing for the same thing but in different ways. Like a mother and father, both wanting their child to say they’re first word but telling the child to either say ‘mama’ or ‘daddy’, it’s so crazy how much both weeks pack so much creativity, showmanship and energy into such a short amount of time, but it’s also so very captivating and inspiring.
I missed quite a fair bit of fashion week. The style blogs were incredible, so much going, so many great details that made so many unique and distinctive looks. Getting to follow the entire months worth of catwalk’s over October is going to be pretty sweet. I hope that there are some great catwalk sets again. *cough* sneaky peak at Chanel *cough*
I did however get the chance to help out on The World of Interiors stand at Design Junction, just one of the many exhibitions open during the Design festival period. Design festivals are just such fun, you get to meet a variety of people with a mutual interests but widely different backgrounds. It’s great that these events and exhibitions are open to the general public.
This cafe greeted you with such a warm and inviting scent of well prepared lunch and great coffee.
Nokia Lumia stand showing off the latest W8Phones from Nokia before release. The great thing about these design is that its manufactured from a single block of plastic but retains the great feel and quality from devices, such as the Nokia Lumia 800 and 900 that they replace. Shown here with all the great accessories, such as the wireless charging cases and mats and NFC (near field communication) speakers and headphones, if only I didn’t have an iPhone already.
It was such a great exhibition, looking forwards to trying to do a lot more of the festival next year.
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.