All posts before this one are imported from a previous life. A previous incarnation of my blogging life, that is. Consider them readable but archived (but not technically archived…)
Last month, Patrick and I flew off to Bordeaux for a week – a weekend exploring the city, and 5 days in a chateau for the wedding of some friends of ours.
Usually when we go anywhere, we look for gay bars (for him), and cocktail bars (for me), but this time there was a whole other treat instore – the Bordeaux Wine Festival.
Stretching 2km along the river, this outdoor festival is a new one to me – you pay 20euro for your own wine glass (in a cute little lanyard-pouch combo, that you hang around your neck) and booklet of coupons and info, and then you make your way down the river, stopping at 13 different tasting stations, each one from a different vineyard in the area.
The afternoon was a hazy but enjoyable one, with Patrick showing off with his fluent French, my schoolgirl French slowly improving, and maaany different wines drunk. We had our favourites, but I’ll be damned if I can remember now.
We also explored the city over the course of weekend (navigating like locals by the end of it – admittedly its a small city…).
La Grosse Cloche (15th century), the second remaining gate of the Medieval walls.
I loved the French buildings – generally, old French architecture always woos me.
We made a little friend – this sweetie was so happy, wriggling on a doormat. Simple pleasures.
A walk through the park near our hotel and near our new-favourite restaurant revealed this pretty statue – a memorial to the children of Gironde who died during the Franco-Prussian war, 1870-1871
French posters and a shop sign – beautiful Rob Ryan style lettering.
And of course, at the end of the wine festival, we went foraging for food and… more wine.
All in all, an awesome weekend, before we headed off to the chateau to relax!
Today saw the final day of Hackney Wicked, a weekend art festival championing local artists, with open studios, exhibitions, performances and more.
I grabbed Patrick, and we headed over to east London to take a look!
Of course, we made a (few) customary detour(s) for lunch and drinks first, and I warned Patrick he’d be my glamorous assistant for the day (basically he’d be holding my bottle of cider as I took photos).
First stop was Hackney Hardware, which had been transformed into a popup bar – we got there just as they were opening, but 2 glasses of wine for a fiver was not to be sniffed at.
We took a stroll through Victoria Park – seriously beautiful, not that busy, with dedicated bike lanes, lakes, and acres of space.
When we got to Hackney Wick, the whole area had a cool buzz (coincidentally we saw a lot of people dressed up for Back To The Future at Secret Cinema… The men in braces and indenti-kit women started to blur a bit…)
We got stuck in exploring the studios.
I didn’t get a card for this artist (Patrick got the last one!) but her work was made by photocopying hair she collected, and then screenprinting it.
This exhibition was interesting, but I didn’t get a chance to speak to the artist or find out the back story.
The next studio we visited looks how I imagine my own place would look – eclectic, art supplies littering surfaces, sewing, knitting and crochet work all over, and a general outpouring of ideas.
Of course, being a fan of multiple projects, I’m not sure I’d have finished work.
I loved the next series of photos – 2 women displaying their typographic letterpressed cards. Simple but so beautiful.
We explored other parts of Wicked, including:
a human beatboxer (he was so flippin’ good!)
street artists, painting the side of The Lord Napier building
some awesome skateboarders – one little kid in particular was so good!
And of course, no jaunt with a camera would be complete without some graffiti and street photography.
Lovely day, happy Kat.
First off, let me say there aren’t going to be that many girly hair/makeup blog posts here. I’m not that kinda gal!
So, I’m not hugely girly-girly, I don’t have long nails, I don’t have fake tan (or fake boobs) – I wear dresses for comfort, but for all intents and purpose, I’m a geek and prefer to spend my time in Photoshop and a text editor playing with CSS.
But a girl can change – if only for an hour.
Since I’m not overly girly, my hair isn’t in the best shape of it’s life.. particularly because of my love affair with red hair dye! Combine that with the fact my favourite hairdresser is back in Newcastle, where I only visit once every.. few.. months, well, you get the picture. My poor hair!
Last night I popped along to Hands hair salon in Soho – close to work, a place I’d walked past many times and never really spotted. I fancied ~gettin’ my hair did at some point in the future, I had some time to kill, so thought why not. The salon is beautiful – a calming Chinese-inspired little place, with raw bricks and wooden services – not at all like the overkill salons further out in west London.
After a meltingly good head massage, my stylist got to work. Under an hour later I was leaving with a smile on my face, a spring in my step and a bounce in my hair. Tumbling curls, all smooth and shiny, and my bright hair as glowing red as ever.
A blowdry costs around £25, but they have loyalty offers and treats. If you fancy a pick-me-up, and you’re close to central London, pop along and see them.
Look at those curls!
I’ve had this domain name for almost 18 months. It feels high time I used it!
Hello, I’m Kat. I’m a 20-something year old web and UX designer and developer living in London. I love a lot of things in life, I’m very happy, and since I still feel like a bit of a London newbie, this is my new home for my adventures here.