What a month September has been! For the first week, I was in London, then I went to New York the following week to celebrate my mom’s birthday, do a bit of shopping, go camping with my brother and his girlfriend, hang out with my dad over breakfast, play Scrabble with my grandma and meet up with a couple of friends. From there it was down to Boston for a week where I spent a few days in our office there and a few days attending the Inbound marketing conference. Then back to London for another week which included a fabulous dinner at Hibiscus which has 2 Michelin stars and was recently voted London’s second best. And now, as you read this, I’ll be in St. Lucia on my honeymoon, back to work on October 13. I’m writing this before I leave so I’m sure while you’re reading it I’m probably lying on taking pictures on some tropical beach (or possibly sheltering from the rainy season weather with a good book)!
Also this month, I’ve posted far too many photos to Instagram so I won’t share all of them here, but here we go with a few. It’s a look at September through Instagram:
1. London transportation. Camden, in North London, used to be a pretty regular fixture in my life when I first moved to this city. I was dating a bassist who had a band that often played gigs in the Dublin Castle and Barfly, and if I wasn’t there watching them, I was there to watch one of their friends’ bands or find cheap dresses in the market. I went back with a colleague at the beginning of the month to do an interview with one of our partners and took this photo on the walk back to the station. If only there was also a black cab.
We’ve had some real treats lately! For part 3 of Malibu’s #BestSummerEver campaign, Jorge and I were presented with a beautiful white box from Truly Experiences (remember Ametsa?) containing a gift card for an 8-course tasting menu at the double Michelin star restaurant in Mayfair, Hibiscus. It also has 5 AA Rosettes, and was ranked #7 best restaurant in the UK by Good Food Guide.
Oakley was, naturally, curious as to what was inside. Unfortunately they don’t do Michelin stars for cats (except maybe Chaupette) so he couldn’t come along…
I came back to London last weekend. It is really feeling like Autumn now. I spent a few days catching up with work, blogging, laundry, shopping for Caribbean essentials like bug spray, sun screen and bikinis and tonight it’s packing again for honeymoon in St. Lucia! All kinds of excitement these days. Jorge and I did manage to squeeze in an amazing 8-course tasting menu at London’s second best restaurant, Hibiscus as part of the Malibu #BestSummerEver campaign. I’ve scheduled a mouth-watering post about that one for next week when I’m away.
That’s about all of my news this week because I have tons to do, so tell me: What are you up to this weekend? Anything exciting happening next week?
Photo:In London E14,Roadsworth’s homage to musician Cornelius Cardew, who also worked as a graphic designer. He was killed in a hit and run in East London.
Roadsworth, who has a decade worth of street art under his belt, has made a recent appearance in the UK – both in London where he created some work around Gloucester Road and Ladbroke Grove and North East England to work on the Street Art Heroes Project. Thanks to Garry Hunter of Fitzrovia Noir, I had the opportunity to interview him about the ways in which street art has changed over the last 10 years, why he paints on roads rather than walls, and a few of the little things that have made him happy over the past month. He also shares photos of his recent work.
Photo:As above. As a jazz pianist himself, Roadsworth really got into blending street art with these musical scores. He recommends this book about Cornelius or this video if you’re interested in learning more.
LO: Tell us a bit about your background. ROADSWORTH: I live in Montreal. I studied music at university, played in various bands for a while before getting into street art more than 10 years ago. I started doing street art as a form of activism or “guerilla urban planning”, painting fake bike paths around the city. Gradually my approach became more artistic than activist in nature although a certain spirit of acitivism still informs my practice. Roadsworth is a moniker I chose to pay tribute to an early inspiration of mine, the land aritst Andy Goldsworthy. It is also a tongue and cheek reference to the poet Wordsworth. It can also be read literally as “the worth of the road”.
It was the hottest day of the year in London and I had the afternoon to myself. What do I do? Spend it wandering around through fields and trails in the blistering heat. It was worth it though. I had taken a look at the handy notes I keep on my phone, the ever-growing list of things I want to do in London, places I want to go for one reason or another, exhibitions, restaurants, etc.
One of those things I didn’t mind doing on my own was exploring the London Wetland Centre which is south of the river in Barnes. And so I stopped at Paul for a cup of tea for the tube journey to Hammersmith and 15 minutes later found myself navigating road works and all sorts of madness to reach the Hammersmith Bridge. I could have taken a bus (and I’d probably recommend it), but I thought in such beautiful weather it might be fun to take a stroll along the river, a section I’d never walked before.
I’m getting ready to head to the airport shortly, back to London for a week of work before honeymoon. I’ve spent this past week in Boston, mainly attending the Inbound 2014 conference – a giant inbound marketing conference with about 10,000 other people and some 150 speakers like Martha Stewart, Malcolm Gladwell, Guy Kawasaki and other big marketing names including 22 best-selling authors. It was interesting to be in that environment for a few days. Arriving Sunday afternoon meant I also spent few hours wandering, getting to know the city a bit better. It’s fun when a city starts to come together after three visits or so, the way the streets start to make sense, a general direction develops and you realise that you can actually navigate from one place to another without a map – which is great when there’s no wi-fi. I stayed in a quirky little Airbnb flat with a dog named Skye who eats frozen green beans (but only the French ones). More on that later. For now, some 7 hours in the sky. See you tomorrow, London!
What was the best moment of your week last week? What are you up to this weekend? Anything exciting? Leave me some comments to read in the airport.
I realised I haven’t shared anything about our weekend in Stockholm yet apart from the stunning gardens of Rosendals Trädgård. Our first afternoon, we dumped our bags off at the hotel and headed for Gamla Stan, the city’s Old Town, and indeed the oldest area of Stockholm. If you’re looking at a map, it’s smack in the middle – “the town between the bridges”.
This is a street I’ve heard about many times as a bustling area with great street food. We were there on a weekend. Like much of that area of London, Saturdays and Sundays are not quite so lively but during the week, the street is lined with about 30 food stalls on Mondays through Fridays for lunch from around noon until 2ish.
If I worked anywhere nearby, I’d definitley go back to try some of the stew from the famed Ghanian stall Spinach & Agushi or a salt beef bagel from the Jewish Deli followed by some glorious apple studel from Ion Patisserie. Of course if I ate all that on a workday afternoon, I’d never want to go back to my desk…
I flew home to New York on Tuesday, a day of flying which I love – no responsibilities, no computers or phones. Just solid, uninterrupted hours of reading time. I finished a stack of magazines and the final 350 pages of The Goldfinch, a book I’d put off reading for a while, but couldn’t put down once I got into it.
Home is as I left it, which is what is part of what I appreciate about home. Somewhere familiar, a place to recharge and reminisce, catch up with friends and family. I’ve had a rousing game of Scrabble with my grandma (our little tradition whenever I go home), 24 hours of camping with my brother and his girlfriend on a site where he has a permanent trailor and a lake for kayaking. We ate steak, Giambotti and s’mores with Reese’s and cinnamon graham crackers. I had a porch chat with my dad and looked through photos with my mom. Today’s her birthday and we’re off for a day of shopping before dinner and cake with family. Hard to believe I’m off to Boston already on Sunday morning. Time certainly flies.
We were about 13-years-old when one of my best friends, Tara, taught me how to make quesadillas. It’s the first recipe I really knew by heart and something I’ve continued to make over the years. They’re very easy to make and you can swap the ingredients for anything you like. Just keep cheese of some variety, because that’s what holds it all together!