So I've finally mustered enough energy to start blogging about my trip to New York. I'm afraid it'll be a bit photo heavy due to my brain still not being able to construct a proper sentence (I'm doing quite well so far though, aren't I?)
Suffice it to say, I had a lovely time. No rushing around, no incidents, just a lot of mooching and coffee drinking. Now that's my kind of holiday.
There were so many goodies to be had here but alas, I couldn't fit anything I wanted in my suitcase. I am painfully regretting not buying this gem though...
Update....I've just spotted my pasty white legs and knobbly knees in one of the pics. Apologies.
I'm off to New York at the end of this week for my birthday (hurrah!)
If any lovely readers have any tips/must see bits and pieces and most importantly, coffee recommendations they would be very welcome!
I've also decided to keep a pre/post New York sketchbook to see if my illustrations are anything like the real thing. Barney's window display is first up...
Looking back at my outfit from a few days ago I can understand why that bee felt compelled to attach itself to me. Bright red hair, multiple floral prints and a perfume that smells like brown sugar = walking, talking bee magnet.
Look at me trying to pose, there's a reason I'm not a model (apart from being "vertically challenged")
I had a traumatic incident with a bumblebee today. An insect flying into my hair kind of incident. It was one that probably should have been in slow motion with an operatic soundtrack. Actually the less said about it the better, let us wipe clear the memory with nice pictures of bees...
I have two London gems for you crammed (sorry for the lack of elegance to that, my brain is failing me today) into one post.
I don't need an excuse to visit any of London's great coffee shops (hello there Kaffeine, Tapped & Packed and Store St Espresso to name but a few). But as my intended destination was literally 2 minutes away I thought I'd start the day with a caffeine kick.
Ezra Pound, King George VI & Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother
Amongst the various scribbles in my sketchbook was the detailing of how he would pare down the information in his portraits so that his sitters personalities would shine through.
These portraits made up the first half of the display but it was the other half that really captivated me.
During the 20s and 30s Hoppe took photos of street life in London. Whilst we're all familiar with the street style photography of today, these comprised of everyday scenes of ordinary people, some of which really made me chuckle.
I hope both of these visits have inspired you to take in some London sights, or even pick up a camera and head out to explore. I'm now quite tempted to go out and snap a few pictures myself.
