THE CLOCKS went ahead last night, the sun is pouring in through the windows, it finally feels like spring and it's wonderful. Last week, at our Substack, there was a newsy life update, which you can read here. There was also a soft launch for subscribers of the new organic skincare line from New Zealand that I had been hinting about in past weekend links.
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There are golden, springlike days peppered intermittently in with the cloudy ones, but we're waiting for a proper London summer, hot and filled with untold meanderings and adventures. I've been having issues with my hair for the past few weeks (oily at the scalp, discoloured, and extremely dry at the ends) and thought that I needed to switch up my shampoos and conditioners, but then dry patches began appearing on my skin.
THERE is a word in Greek—meraki, (pronounced may-rah-key) that translates to “essence of yourself.” There is no English equivalent, but it means doing something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself into your work.
THIS WEEKEND we made it out to the riverside pub that is our favourite summertime place. Saturday was a warm spring-like day, so we were able to sit outside, although not for long, as it began to cool down around 4:00 pm. Before the pub, we stopped in at a patisserie that’s well-known in the area and picked up a delicious strawberry custard tart...
LAST WEEK, we stopped by the Tate Modern for a brief visit. Long enough to view a Klein, a few Lichtensteins, and a Modigliani. We prefer the Tate Britain, but we hadn't been to the Modern yet, so it was time.
P IS IN THE middle of reading The Bee Sting by Paul Murray and I've just finished All Made Up by Rae Nudson as well as Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (yes, I know, it's crazy that this is my first time ever reading that classic), and am now just starting The Beautiful and Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
RECENTLY finished reading Susan Sontag's essay, "The Double Standard Of Aging" (1972) and found it very enlightening. Made a lot of notes, some of which I'll share in an upcoming article, but mostly, thought for a long time about her ideas on the subject, and what it it means to be a woman in today's society.
HAD INTENDED to share this article much earlier, but it simply fell by the wayside amidst my busy schedule. No matter though—the timeless Fair Isle sweater is never not in style.
ON FRIDAY P brought home a box of fortune cookies he found at the supermarket in celebration of the Lunar New Year. Neither of us is entirely certain of all the traditions associated with this celebration, but according to the Chinese zodiac, this is his year.
While it has been a privilege to run such an inspiring and highly-regarded digital publication all these years, some of you who have been here since the beginning may feel a touch of nostalgia for the early days of blogging—the intimacy and sense of community.
An examination of the loft setting aesthetic that was prominent in late 90s/early 2000s indie and studio films, capturing the bohemian, countercultural experiences of young urbanites. Explores the rise of this gritty, artistic stylistic choice across examples like Garden State and Rent...
FOR QUITE some time, we had intended to visit Primrose Hill, the charming neighbourhood in northwest London nestled between Camden Town and Regent’s Park. However, it was the opening of a new bagel shop on Regent’s Park Road that proved to be the incentive we needed to finally make the excursion.
IT WAS A chilly, rainy, blustery weekend and we’ve become very disenchanted with winter now. It’s true that the longer days make everything a little better, but it still feels like spring is a long way off, despite all the pink magnolia buds on the trees and beautiful falling cherry blossoms.
ON FRIDAY afternoon, met with Anna, my new hairstylist (no, Eugen did not work out) for a maintenance cut to trim away all the dry and split ends (winter) and add some shape and layers back in. On Saturday we ate cake and drank wine and on Sunday afternoon, we stopped for some oysters and a glass of English sparkling
WE ALL KNOW the iconic opening scene of the 1963 film Charade: Audrey Hepburn looking devastatingly chic in a chocolate brown Givenchy coat and oversized sunglasses, sipping coffee on a sunny terrace in the French ski resort of Megève.
