Tuesday, 26 October 2010
I have been a bit crap about talking about my food expeditions namely because I havent really been going out enough. The whole point of this blog was to push me to do things more. So I better go out more.
Anyway... moving right a long to a great Italian place I went to a few weeks back for a friends birthday. I often avoid Italian when I go out, as I often feel that it is not a 'dining experience' type meal. How wrong I was. Polpo in Soho tags itself as 'a baraco in Soho'. A baraco is actually a venetian style restaurant with the small plates like tapas. But oh my god was the food great.
So many different types of mixes. I wish I remember more. I am going to go and check out the little sister polpetto... I promise to remember more.
Saturday, 23 October 2010
So we all love a good hipsta. Great video above on the east london tribe. But I had the chance to go and hang out in Williamsburg in NYC. I am forever amused by the concept of 'same same but different'. It felt very similar to Hackney the hipsta hangout in London in so many ways. Style, bars everything. Met a cool guy who took us up to his cool loft which I took a few photos of. Just a great space of artists similar to when I went to the Hackney Wicked Festival and walked through people's lofts there.
Check it out if you can. It was awesome. I will have to head back there again and have a few nights out.
I havent been writing for a while which is stupid as I have been up to quite a bit. Checked out a couple of things at the London Design Festival last month. I spent saturday hanging around redchurch street in Shoreditch. I love this street as the more and more I go back to it the more gentrified it seems.
I took some photos above at an 'antidesign' even which was pretty cool. Walking into some studios to see peoples work and some interesting stuff. One of the exhibitions was people answering questions posted on the wall. ' what cant you live without' everyone put material goods... I said 'friends' ... cause they probably have all the material goods so I can borrow them. Chick working there loved it. Nice people
I do feel bad as I always get excited about design festival and only go to a couple of things. The V&A still has an illustration exhibition on. So maybe I will go and check that out.
Monday, 18 October 2010
Friday, 1 October 2010
The light... a great poem by Rainer Maria Rilke in 1904... who has a elequence with words that I never will but speaks how I feel.
Only someone who is ready for everything, who doesn’t exclude any experience, even the most incomprehensible, will himself sound the depths of his own being. For if we imagine this being of the individual as a larger or smaller room, it is obvious that most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth. In this way they have a certain security.
And yet how much more human is the dangerous insecurity that drives those prisoners in Poe’s stories to feel out the shapes of their horrible dungeons and not be strangers to the unspeakable terror of their cells. We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares have been set around us, and there is nothing that should frighten or upset us. We have been put into life as into the element we most accord with, and we have, moreover, through thousands of years of adaptation, come to resemble this life so greatly that when we hold still, through a fortunate mimicry we can hardly be differentiated from everything around us. We have no reason to harbor any mistrust against our world, for it is not against us. If it has terrors, they are our terrors; if it has abysses, these abysses belong to us; if there are dangers, we must try to love them. And if only we arrange our life in accordance with the principle which tells us that we must always trust in the difficult, then what now appears to us as the most alien will become our most intimate and trusted experience.
How could we forget those ancient myths that stand at the beginning of all races, the myths about dragons that at the last moment are transformed into princesses? Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence something helpless that needs our love.