Shout out to all of you lovely retro movie lovers. People grossly devalue the brilliance of the 80s cinematic experience. I wish I could have been there. Leggings. Popcorn. Big hair. Wait, time-warp? I think we’ve cycled back to their amazing fashion… well, sort of. Anyway, back to the star of the show, the movie… Read More Movie Classics… Back to the 80s, baby
The man was prolific. Yes indeed, and I have not even read a satisfactory amount of his overall output, but I’m quite fascinated by this writer. One disappointing factor? A lot of my friends have never read him. That will be remedied, trust me. Bukowski was quite an interesting man it would see. He came… Read More Good old Hank… Charles Bukowski
So. I read a lot. But I find the subject matter needs to be ok for me to have a restful sleep. You know what I mean? Maintain the calm. For example. I love Stephen King. But I won’t read his work before bed. I’ve learned my lesson. So, I’ve compiled a brief list of… Read More Books to fall asleep to
Views like this make me think of Keats…
It’s quite lovely, is it not?
The Saatchi Gallery. This was my first experience, and I gotta say, despite the two and a half hour wait (I kid you not), I will definitely return again This visit was for the Chanel exhibit. And it was fantastique A room hung with cloth, wandering through it felt so surreal, and every one in… Read More Mademoiselle Privé
Not to be cliche about it, but life is full of challenges. And we either have to persevere through it, or resign ourselves to the sidelines. Let’s be intrepid.
I love autumn, I really do. Tis the best season… bar winter. Yup, I like it cold. Coats, hats, scarves, all those lovely woolen accessories, and let’s not forget the footwear. I’ll take an over the knee boot please, leave your ballet flats at home. Another killer reason: the food is better. Lattes become more… Read More Autumnal baked goods
There are times when you can’t get anything down on paper. Nothing fits or sounds worthwhile. Well, today was one of those times. I’m thinking, sometimes, you just gotta take a walk to clear your head, change the aim of the game, free up the mind, and all of those lovely cliches. It didn’t help… Read More Take a walk
I wish I could tell you my art was great… but it’s not. I have been told I have a distinctive style, but I don’t believe it. I think perhaps, what he was alluding to in kindness is that my style is reminiscent of that of his five-year old efforts at drawing. Full of stick… Read More Sketching on the streets of London