each year i am always eager to see what the new serpentine pavilion will bring – this years is a strange mix of child like building bricks painted blue with an organic light wood roof – quite incongruous – but being within the space and peering through the nooks and crannies is quite a pleasure and the roof almost floating away to reveal a glimpse of the outside. i am always thankful that schemes like this exist to give way to creation and experimentation – what a wonderful project it would be to design something like this for oneself. this years pavilion by Francis Kere is there to see until 8 october, so plenty of time to visit. you can also see the wonderfully pictorial urns of Grayson Perry – recalling many stories about our culture and society – they are not usually my kind of art, but they are magnificently executed and strange.
i met with my gallery buddy Lyn at Kaffeine – a nice independent coffee shop on eastcastle street, then we strolled through the marvellous streets of mayfair through to hyde park, past the swans on the serpentine and then onto the pavilion – what a wonderful city we have, offering so much and all we had to pay for was the price of the coffee.
Now you’ve gone and left me all alone
I slowly makin’ my way back home
empty chair the bedroom bare
a curl of lightly fallen hair
nothing in the frigidaire
ripening fruit and cupboards bare
half a cup of breakfast tea
you took the cat
I’m nobody without you
Zara Hart © 24 July 2017 23:47
i have known zara for over 9 years and was totally aware of her visual abilities – photographing portraits and flowers for the past years, she is now following her other passion – writing and poetry. i thought that this piece is so poignant and simply beautiful.
so i finally conceded to getting one of these super duper steam irons – and what a difference it makes – it actually makes me enjoy ironing those sheets and pillowcases! (dont even question this – i have a fussy household and i cannot stand creased bedding). they are triple the price, but seem to get the creases out in one single stroke rather than back and forwards smoothing. i didnt get the most expensive steam iron, just one of the entry level ones, but after being very sceptical about them, i now would recommend them.
was fortunate enough to get the opportunity to stay in the unique ‘a room for london’, moored on the roof of the queen elizabeth hall on busy south bank – it was one of those experiences of a lifetime. it was a bright, breezy evening and the view was just amazing. the best time was at 5am – when the light was dawning, the lights still twinkling and london as quiet as it can ever get. it really was like staying in a boat, but without the sea sickness and rocking, but you can hear the wind billowing, the boats steaming past, the laughter of passerbys and the music of venues close by. we ate dinner at the oxo tower – it was my 2nd time, but after a delicious starter, the main course was disappointing, but the desserts worth waiting for. quite pricey though ! for breakfast robert went to the local le pain quotidian for croissants which we enjoyed in our cabin – its definitely one of those stays that makes a unique celebration. living architecture have a few of these unusual places, a couple in dungeoness, another one of my favourite places and one near blakeney.
incidentally, this was my vintage skirt purchase from POP vintage
lovely to see the objects and tools of inspiration at the matisse in his studio exhibition at the royal academy. i am not sure whether these are the genuine objects that are in the still life paintings, but it shows how he spent time in choosing and preparing his objects, moving them around until he got the arrangement that he liked, painting them over and over again in different scenarios. Such an interesting show from another perspective. one always assumes that painters just see a part of a room, or an arrangement of objects then paints them, but like everything in life, things are more considered and deliberately grouped to create the aesthetic. as a former stylist, i should have guessed – i spend hours trying out arrangements of objects for my own still lives – interior shoots are rarely the rooms untouched – though occasionally i do just capture a grouping that catches my eye just as it is.
so my friends took me to the japanese gardens at st mawgan – a beautiful bit of escapism in the cornish countryside – filled with zen gardens, azaleas, bamboo and bonsai trees – its worth the visit.. whilst you are in st mawgan go and see the monastery there, it dates back from the 6C; not sure if you can go in, but take a walk around it, it has a lovely roofline with steeples and clock tower. the village of st mawgan is very pretty; a cute antique shop where i picked up a cute vintage tin – now selling my cards in vintage tins – there is also a good pub with big garden there and a village shop with tea room.
THE dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.
She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone
For the first time, now for the first time seen.