In the morning.
In the afternoon.
In the night.
I accidentally fried a ladybird when I lit the gas hob on Tuesday morning. Placed it on a cool pack, the one I use to shock my eyes, but it didn't help. Poor ladybird lost the use of its legs on one side of its body. Was pretty listless when I blew my breath lightly at it. Laid it on the windowsill where I've been collecting the dead ladybirds I've found around the house. It was an awful way to start the day.
This evening, I went into the bathroom to shower but noticed a ladybird had been sitting on my head. It was a pleasant way to end the day.
Fairy lights and vegetables. Just another typical London grocery store display.
A Hirst interview.
"We talk about Louise Bourgeois, whom Hirst visited before her death last year, and I mention her belief that happy people could not make great art. "
Jaja and I have been thinking about this sentiment recently.
Do you like Supreme's collaboration with Comme des Garçons SHIRT? I do. Launching on Friday in London.
The blue scarf from Indonesia, an indigo tablecloth from France that I wear as a scarf.
Nike pink Seismic, pale blue thermal underwear pants from a Berlin vintage market.
A draw-rope cotton sack for storing clothes when travelling. I used it as a shoulder bag recently, when I dropped the bag on the floor, I noticed that the ropes have twined around each other in a nice way.
Renewed enthusiasm for my Louis Vuitton Speedy after I fitted this old German WW2 bread bag strap on the handles.
Some markings on the back of the strap. The "N" and "G" are written in an elegant hand.
Chocolate chip cookied lock.
Label explains it.
Carrot, beetroot and lentil somewhere between a soup and a stew.
It wasn't an intention when I soaked the lentils briefly but I noticed some have sprouted. Good to know that the lentils have life.
Fico pizza at Story Deli which is "goats cheese, fresh air cured smoked ardennes ham on a heap of fresh salad leaves,
ﬁg & olive tapenade, fresh red onion, capers & thyme" and so good.
Very addictive almond, orange and chocolate biscuits my friend Wai brought from Zurich.
An especially nice one.
Aly's granny's tea with spring honey.
A giant bourbon cream from Albion.
I keep jars of dried flowers and herbs to make up tisanes that suit the day's needs. This morning I sensed that my digestive system needed help so I infused dried mandarin peel and rosebud. Both are said to be beneficial to digestion in Traditional Chinese Medicine.
A glass that used to hold blood orange juice.
Giulia making us risotto and I got a cooking lesson.
Mushroom risotto TV dinner. We were watching the final episode of MasterChef.
So my friend Wai, an editor at Milk X magazine from Hong Kong, stopped over in London for a couple of days post-Basel watch fair (hence the biscuits from Zurich...) and here he is at Labour and Wait picking up some things for our friend Alison who is physically not with us here in London but has sent orders from Singapore!
And here we are, at Monmouth Coffee, choosing coffee beans for Alison.
We both love her dearly, clearly.
We caught up with Cecilia at Leila's.
Instantly faded memories made with expired Polaroid film.
And in a bookshop in East London, I saw these "poo" cards.
It could only remind me of one person who would appreciate that I was thinking of her when I saw these cards.
I write a monthly column for Milk X. Currently it is a collection of photographs and thoughts - memorable moments of the month (oh alliteration, this should have been the title). Anyway it will be reformatted from the next issue - new theme, new look, please look out for it!