2008, when i didn't have a care in the world.
but i am looking forward, not backwards. the past year has been a whirlwind of shitstorms, and i'm totally ready for less of that.
2008, when i didn't have a care in the world.
but i am looking forward, not backwards. the past year has been a whirlwind of shitstorms, and i'm totally ready for less of that.
Where have I been? Oh, only doing the best project ever... making, styling, building beautiful things for the Chloe Attitudes exhibition in the Palais De Tokyo in Paris (which incidentally, is also my favourite gallery space in the world).
Working with Judith Clark was wonderful, and a very welcome change to be making stuff that I actually like the look of. It's always so refreshing to work with clients who credit us for all the work we put in, it's quite rare, but makes it all worth it. The endless champagne with Karl Lagerfeld at the opening party helped too...
And look how handsome Jason the Horse is up there, shining away in all his bronze glory! I feel proud. I made that!
This was two years ago tomorrow. I remember the day as if it were only yesterday.
Time is passing by like the wind, and I can't reach out and grab it.
I miss you, the ones who have slipped through my fingers.
I love you, the ones who are still here.
Isn't it wonderful when somebody you know does something really really great? Something that you love, not just in a supportive friend way, but that is genuinely inspiring.
Lucinda has talent by the lorry-load. She's a great photographer and her band Felix have just released their new record Oh Holy Molar on the Kranky record label. It's been on my headphones all week, it's brilliant. You should buy it, and I'm not just saying that.
Last night I was meant to be at a swanky shop opening party in Mayfair, with extravagant cocktails and celebrities. But instead, I was stuck in bed, where I've been since Sunday. Just like these cats, but not quite so content.
GO AWAY GERMS.
via thomas levinson / marniepix / liyin /
Some instagram snaps from the past couple of months, for your eyes.
And my April Spotify Playlist, for your ears.
I feel a change coming. Something stirring inside me. I started a new drawing project today, I hope it's the start of something good.
Now, I like cake. I really like cake. Anybody who knows me will probably mention this as a prominent characteristic of mine. And I love sweet things; I can pretty much inhale a packet of Haribo Tangfastics in one go (or any other type come to think of it).
So you can imagine my delight when I peeked in through the cute net-curtained windows of the Magnolia Bakery after a long, hot day wandering through Greenwich Village - it was like Lucy discovering Narnia for the first time. I scanned the counters and cabinets carefully, selecting the two best looking cupcakes - one for me, and the other for... well... me. Lets be realistic, in this situation, sharing is definitely overrated.
I went for the classic Red Velvet cupcake, an American favourite which I had still never tried, and a cute little chocolate number with vanilla butter icing. Timeless. After leaving and finding the nearest horizontal surface on which to park myself, I eagerly whipped the plastic fork out of my pocket and got stuck in. Cake went on my face, cake went on my dress, but most importantly, cake went in my mouth.
What I'm about to say might shock you, so I'll say it quickly and get it over with....
...I didn't like the cupcakes from the Magnolia Bakery in New York.
There. It's out.
There is having a sweet tooth, and then there is the Magnolia Bakery. They take sugar to a whole new level. A level that left me sad and sick. Charlie Brooker was right, cupcakes are pretty... shit. Wow, I can't believe I'm saying this.
BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY!
What happened to those lovely little things called "fairy" cakes that weren't just a big case full of sloppy icing? What happened to proper cake to icing ratios? What happened to substance over style? The clue is in the name - cupCAKE. I will not let this silly "cupcake culture" ruin my favourite teatime treat. I will fight for cakes which taste good, rather than look like a child's cartoon drawing of a cake. And I will win!
And the first step to winning, is making 24 carrot cupcakes for no particular reason, on a monday night. To consume, to share, and to not want to curl up and puke 10 minutes after consuming due to their horrendous sickliness. With just enough icing to compliment the spiced, slightly salty sponge.
And I can't believe that the most words I have written in one go for a very long time have been about cupcakes. I'm a bit embarrassed.
p.s. in their defence, the Magnolia Bakery do make a nice key lime cheesecake, also too sweet, but tasty as hell and bearable when shared (yes, I gave in to the sharing))




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