From Thursday to Sunday, I...
...saw men in Shoreditch fire station catching some (rare) morning sun from their windows on my way to work.
...admired the combination of greens, cream and chrome on an old Mercedes on my way home from work.
...ate and drank well at 40 Maltby Street with Fiona and Alice. We had smoked cod's roe, courgettes and white beans, and a sea bream baked in salt. I was going to try to eat the head of the sea bream but it disappeared before I could so I am going to Jin Kichi at some point this week to have a sea bream head cooked over a charcoal grill. We also had fattoush, a beautiful salad of radish, cucumber, tomato, cauliflower, spring onion, crispbread and parsley in a sumac-flavoured dressing. It was Davo's last week of cooking there and I am glad to have made it.
...came home and fell asleep to Panthalassa, the Miles Davis album remixed by Bill Laswell. It was probably the intoxication enhancing the experience because I enjoyed it in a way that I haven't been able to previously.
...continued eating and drinking well on my Sunday off with a sourdough margherita pizza and fiery ginger ale at E5 Bakehouse followed by Coleman Coffee and a fig almond polenta cake at Violet Cakes.
...spent the rest of day off shopping and bought a black enamel housekeepers' bucket at Labour and Wait sale and a blue Dries Van Noten cotton-linen twill overshirt at Anthem sale. The bucket is going to be used to contain my sewing and making projects. The jacket, a couple of sizes too big, is evocative of a look I call Comme Commie. Work-wear references, but it is so well-made and I know I will love it for a long time. A radio show was on and while I was trying on the shirt, Straight, No Chaser by Miles Davis was playing and it was followed by personal responses by Marianne Faithfull to jazz. Off-days and jazz (see previous post). Some strange synchronicity.
...also had my eyes and now have my mind on an indigo sweatshirt in MHL sale but I'm going to keep it this way.
...finished David Loy's Lack and Transcendence and started (and almost finished) Graphology: Drawing from Automation to Automatism. I've been thinking about this sentiment in Ed Krčma's essay Liquid Language: "...a new career...addressed to a real rather than imaginary audience, and necessarily based upon 'something insincere'...the necessary price of working as an artist in a commodified world..." It is sad if one takes a moralistic stance against the notion of "insincerity" but it isn't if one recognises "insincerity" as a necessary shield for the artist. Sincerity comes with vulnerability, it can get far too much sometimes to be that exposed.
...loaded the Lomo LC-A for the first time since......? It's been so long I almost forgot the range of movements involved. The camera now has a roll of expired Fuji ISO 800 film but it does not have a setting for ISO 800! I hope this makes for interesting results.
...ate oat porridge with dessicated coconut, dried blueberries, black sesame tahini, coconut oil, evening primrose oil and ground bronze flax-seeds. Ate raspberries raw in a salad and baked gooseberries into a cake. I asked for music suggestions to bake to on Twitter and Instagram and received the following: The Mynabirds' Generals, Molly Nilsson's I Hope You Die, Chad Vangaaleen (no specific but I like Flower Gardens and Françoise Hardy (no specific but I like Tous les garçons et les filles. That face, fairground swings and skirts, who wouldn't?).