Offering, Ubud, 2008Friday, 27 November 2009
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
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Disguise, by Hugo Hamilton, is about a family post World War II. During the final stages of the war, a mother loses her baby son in an explosion; to console her, her father finds an orphaned Jewish baby boy of the same age, and convinces her to treat him as her own. She never tells her husband that the child is not theirs. A friend of the family alludes to it during the boy's teenage years, but the mother denies it vehemently, and the boy is left with lingering doubts about his origins and a displaced sense of belonging. The novel is about identity, unease, and deception, but as the Guardian reviewer notes, it is 'haunting' and 'oddly consoling.' It's told out of chronological order, from the perspective of the boy looking back at the age of 60, and is beautifully written and very engaging.
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Another covetable fashion tome, with two Aussie stars on the cover/s. Published by Taschen; pulls together highlights from their Fashion Now! series; edited by iD's Terry Jones.100 Contemporary Fashion Designers.
Monday, 23 November 2009
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Saturday night, ventured to a tiki bar - which is a kind of cool, south pacific themed, retro, rum-cocktail, lounge bar - in Notting Hill. They have Team America wall-paper (love) and appropriately eclectic music. Glam and fun.
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
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Spent ages coo-ing over the vintage watchesin the Burlington Arcade. Major coveting...
(Vintage Watch Company)
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Palais de Tokyo, designed for the International Exhibition of 1937 by Dondel, Aubert, Viard and Dastugue (who won, controversially, in an open competition against proposals by Robert Mallet-Stevens and Le Corbusier). The interior has been redesigned a number of times since then. The building was vacant from 1976 (when the modern art collection was moved to the Pompidou Centre) until relatively recently. It's now the ridiculously cool home of cutting edge contemporary art. Love.
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Monday, 16 November 2009
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Recent foodie finds:
* La Poule au Pot - lovely neighbourhood French restaurant in Belgravia. Totally romantic, and very authentic French cooking.
* Casa Brindisa - fun tapas place in South Kensington. It was started at Borough Markets, and they've now got a place at Sth Ken and another in Soho. Nice and cosy, friendly, and delicious.
* CIBO - local Italian place near Holland Park. Excellent food and very friendly. The couple at the next table told us they'd been going there for 10 years.
* La Poule au Pot - lovely neighbourhood French restaurant in Belgravia. Totally romantic, and very authentic French cooking.
* Casa Brindisa - fun tapas place in South Kensington. It was started at Borough Markets, and they've now got a place at Sth Ken and another in Soho. Nice and cosy, friendly, and delicious.
* CIBO - local Italian place near Holland Park. Excellent food and very friendly. The couple at the next table told us they'd been going there for 10 years.
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I Found Her Out There
I found her out there
On a slope few see,
That falls westwardly
To the salt-edged air,
Where the ocean breaks
On the purple strand,
And the hurricane shakes
The solid land.
I brought her here,
And have laid her to rest
In a noiseless nest
No sea beats near.
She will never be stirred
In her loamy cell
By the waves long heard
And loved so well.
So she does not sleep
By those haunted heights
The Atlantic smites
And the blind gales sweep,
Whence she often would gaze
At Dundagel's far head,
While the dipping blaze
Dyed her face fire-red;
And would sigh at the tale
Of sunk Lyonnesse,
As a wind-tugged tress
Flapped her cheek like a flail;
Or listen at whiles
With a thought-bound brow
To the murmuring miles
She is far from now.
Yet her shade, maybe,
Will creep underground
Till it catch the sound
Of that western sea
As it swells and sobs
Where she once domiciled,
And joy in its throbs
With the heart of a child.
--Thomas Hardy
One of my favourites. I first read it at university, and still love it. (via google)
I found her out there
On a slope few see,
That falls westwardly
To the salt-edged air,
Where the ocean breaks
On the purple strand,
And the hurricane shakes
The solid land.
I brought her here,
And have laid her to rest
In a noiseless nest
No sea beats near.
She will never be stirred
In her loamy cell
By the waves long heard
And loved so well.
So she does not sleep
By those haunted heights
The Atlantic smites
And the blind gales sweep,
Whence she often would gaze
At Dundagel's far head,
While the dipping blaze
Dyed her face fire-red;
And would sigh at the tale
Of sunk Lyonnesse,
As a wind-tugged tress
Flapped her cheek like a flail;
Or listen at whiles
With a thought-bound brow
To the murmuring miles
She is far from now.
Yet her shade, maybe,
Will creep underground
Till it catch the sound
Of that western sea
As it swells and sobs
Where she once domiciled,
And joy in its throbs
With the heart of a child.
--Thomas Hardy
One of my favourites. I first read it at university, and still love it. (via google)
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World's best falafel (according to Louis, our host). Sadly I can't remember it's name, but it's in the old part of town in Amman, and even the royal family pop in from time to time.
Friday, 13 November 2009
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