A COUPLE OF weeks ago, told you about a natural wine bar that opened in the old hi-fi shop on Haddington (near Leith Walk) a little over three years ago. We stopped in late one rainy Tuesday night a few weeks ago, after P told me at the hotel that he’d made reservations.
ON A BRIGHT THURSDAY MORNING about two weeks ago, while browsing through our Instagram feed over coffee, happened upon a photo of the Mercado Colón by Giancarlo Giammetti, Valentino‘s longtime partner, and wondered what he was doing in the city.
AT THE BEGINNING of the summer, P & I bought folding bikes and on every sunny day over the past few weeks, we went on as many bicycle rides along the English countryside as we could, often ending up in charming, cosy pubs, places with names like The Wallace Arms and Rose & Crown; The Black Bull and Robin Hood. On one trip, our longest, we went from the city all the way to the seaside ...
IT HAS BEEN A WHILE since there was an update on what we have been up to lately. For those who follow along on instagram, you will recognise a few moments here & there, but for those who don’t, here are a few snapshots of stolen moments and cherry blossoms, heart-shaped sunglasses and life in square format . . .
JUST A FEW photos of the past days and weeks leading up to summer's end and the official arrival of fall. There are deep orange roses that faded to pink and photos on old digital cameras; there are dusky autumn skies and late-night tapas after getting caught in the wild Scottish rain and Eggs Benedict the morning after ...
I am not a huge fan of aphorisms, but every once in a while I come across something that makes PERFECT SENSE and lately, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these words: Your energy is your currency. Spend it wisely. Invest it well. For the past week, I have been thinking a lot about where my energy is going and how I can spend it better and came to the realisation that still too much of my time and energy is spent on social media.
Hello again and hope you’re well, and please do excuse the very long and unexplained absence. Six days ago, were suddenly and immediately called to Paris by terribly sad news, landing in the golden and early evening of last Friday to even sadder news, and worse still in the early hours of Tuesday morning, resulting in the extension of our stay here, to Sunday.
ONE OF our favourite things to do in London is stroll the down tree-lined streets of Mayfair, amongst the Georgian townhouses with their grand façades, all intricate architecture and delicate wrought iron detailing.
Here we are again at the beginning a brand new year. It seems everyone have spoken with is happy to leave the past year behind, for there were those in the throes of life transitions—be it a broken heart or career uncertainty, serious illnesses or loss, worries about the future and the state of the world in general.