Found this on our walk around Kilburn High Street (this is at the trainstation)
Not bad! (specially like the pedestrian doing the wave while walking...)
Found this lovely blogg:
Sadly enough it's in Swedish, so everyone else will just have to do the Google-Translate magic thing. It's basically about all things 50's, and the sweetness and innocence is amazing. take the advertisement on the left (points - your other left) Its basically advertisement for zippers. "Easy off" - "Easy on".. now, if you got this advertisement in today's media you'd have your obligatory tousled haired page 3 girl lying on the ground with the man standing above usually his face and head out of the shot so that he's comfortably invisable but there.. here instead they are so clearly not even thinking about the possibility of zippers beeing a part of forplay. Its just so much easier to zipp your skirt off when going for a swim than having to unbutton it. It's amazing isnt it?
And how fu**ing sad is it that I'm beeing nostalgic over a time that was almost 30 years before my first thump on the ground? That was fraught with other problems, no doubt there were so many other things to worry about than adds and the view of women in print, but still. To be able to view a product because of its usefulness instead of how it will get the buyer laid. Jolly good!
English Architecture at its best... (0)
Monday, June 08, 2009 by , under house, Kensington, stairs, walls
We've been out trawling the streets of South Kensington and Chelsea, meaning we walk around gorgeouse houses all day going "ooooh.. " and ofcourse "aaaaah".. and then we got to the " eeeeh?" part... This is a gorgeouse victorian house. Huge.. white.. Statly.. Everything you can wish from it really. Except that the front door and steps lead up to a wall of iron.. How they figured this was a good idea I have no clue. But oh well. if it works for them why not. Maybe its the house of the English Vaulting Champion and he feels he needs some daily excercise mixed with challange? your guess is as good as mine.
We've got a very nice version of it just one street up from us as well, gorgeouse marble steps that lead to a ... window.. The luxury burgler entrance possibly?
Will post a picture of it later.
Back to Black.. or Brown.. (0)
Sunday, June 07, 2009 by , under blond, brunette, difference, passport
Okej, the PassPortDebacle (also soon to be known as Notting-Gate) has taken its first vicitim. I've sacrifised my strawberry *chough* blond locks on the altar of self recrimination and I'm back to beeing the bitchy brunette you all know and love (or run away screaming from.. take your pick really...)
Also at the possibilitie of not beeing recognized, heres for hoping... *cough*... lets face it, my family does not pull punches, so layering up in protective gear (hair colouring) is basically doing the safe way out. Specially when they are all on the other side of the English border. Not that Loves family is any sweeter when theres a good heckle comming up :) Bless them. I'll be hearing about this until my (or their) dying day.
I've taken to not answering my phone.. I'm a grown up.. yes...
UV rays mixed with caffeein (0)
Sunday, June 07, 2009 by , under coffee, ladbroke grove, pale legs, sunshine
Its Sunday morning. Me and Love braved the sunlight like vampires and turned left from our house and went to the small park that's hidden behind Ladbroke Grove. We've decided to be quite finicky about where we go around here. We live very close to Portobello Rd, meaning if you turn right after leaving our house you end up body slaming your way thru tourists, beggers, pickpockets, other dazed civilians and in generall getting in touch with a huge amount of the unwashed masses. Soooo not cool. So now we take the long-ways-around. meaning we get to walk down leafy and lovely village-like surroundings, and it just adds 3 minutes to the walk generally.
Anyway, spent the morning rolling up my trouser legs to put my legs up to get some sunshine while sitting on a bench drinking coffe and smoking (yeah, I've been weak) The rest of the day will now be spent in the UV rays of the computer screen. Need to finish one logo and an email template untill tomorrow morning. When we're due out to do B's bidding walking up and down drumming up work. Lets hope the rain will keep away.
I'm freezing my toes off. Summer came and went in what seemed a week. I've just managed to find a pair of surfer shorts (looks better than it sounds, their black and look quite corporate) and a pair of barely there tops, and now I've got to digg out my sweaters and swat myself in layers cos the "big feeze" is back for a second round. Never thought I'd say this but I want the warmth back!
Even the freekig pigeions (flying rats) are huddling up together to stay warm.
I'm also still in mourning for the trip-that-will-not be. Sucks.
Was looking forward to watching my family wigg out in person, as well as enjoying sinking my toes (the blue ones) into the grass outside Loves-mothers summer house. BBQ-ing with the family, all of them (Loves side is included, they are just like him. Amazingly well balanced and heartwarming, quite disconserningly actually.. after four years I still have nothing to bitch about, that alone makes them strange :)
Anyway. Life goes on. Atleast now we can welcome the Nilssons in style when they decend in July. We'll be working our proverbial bums off for the next 3 weeks so we'll be able to do the touristy stuff for a couple of days.
I've just found out that my passport is out of style.. and date.
So no going home to the producers to eat momma-food, get into discussions with dad or see the rest of my lovely family. I'm going to be stuck here in London. no mini brake.
We thought about Love going by himself, but he pointed out that he could not live with the metal image of me sitting alone with a cupcake pierced by a singl b-day candle crying into my tee-cup.. Hmm.. he's got a good point... I'd probably bawl like a 5 year old just realizing that santa does not exist and the easterbunny is roadkill.
I'm currently feeling so damned blond i'll have to go out and bulkbuy haircolouring...
