lagging behind

recently :

happy hannah...

and poor lisa! a rollercoaster of emotions at bistroteque brunch.

friends.

my first sony at the v&a!!!

i hoofed over to tate britain to see the richard long exhibition. totally worth it.

autumn, pretending to be winter.

house, pretending to be miro.

somewhere on the way to the barbican.

canauxrama

mum and i took a little trip up the canal st martin from bastille to parc de la villette.

just like something out of life acquatic...

man and duck. (possibly the greatest photo ever taken. makes me laugh.)

les pompiers were all out practicing climbing up ladders and spraying water. obviously there weren't any real emergencies to attend to.

ledoux. what a man. the origins of modernism (or post even...) and republican insolence all wrapped up nicely in one little toll-house.

and tschumi of course. another great. (much much more to come, don't you worry).

snow day(s)

monday, out my window (i didn't end up going swimming, i found out today that the pool was closed anyway).

that's a lot of snow.

my new white patent leather converse, yet to be worn, though i thought kind of fitting (and the only semi-practical snow bound shoes i have.)

this was about 9am and hoxton square was already full of snow-fighters.

less pretty on hackney road on my way to work. (called in early because one girl didn't turn up. it was mental. nobody went to work so everybody came into the cafe. we were not prepared, nor were we impressed by everyone having such marvelous old-timey fun in london fields. many hot chocolates to be had.)

this is soph's house. i went and stayed the night because nights like this really should be shared.

and in the morning, on my way to work again.

a very rugged-up sophie. we had a mini-frolic in the park. the snow was so deep and fluffy it was great!

frozen canal.

the ducks, like the rest of london, were at a loss as to what to do.

these are quite amusing, the one with tea-bags for eyes especially. 

park life

the house hunt begins. i walked down to see an 'arty house' near victoria park. lovely location but the house was not quite right (smallest room ever.)

this is not house i looked at, though i wish it was.

met up with soph and we made our way to lamb's conduit street. there is the most beautiful bookshop called 'persephone books' that resurrects out-of-print books and recreates them with uniform grey covers but unique patterns inside (as you can see here). it made me very, very excited to reconstruct my library. i figure there will have to be a few books i'll have to buy again, ones i can read many times over and ones i can't live without - alice (of course), winne the pooh, a moveable feast... i'm sure i'll think of more!