If you’ve ever gone out and bought a skirt that is so unbelievably stunning it almost makes you cry; and then, at 1am, you make a decaf coffee which makes you feel like you’re doing something insanely terrible (despite the fact that your an insomniac)… Then you know life is looking up…
Viktor and Rolf, Haute Couture, AW14, Paris.
Some designers like to present a collection as though it’s a new wardrobe; a collection of different clothes for different occasions that are either centred around a theme, or simply styled together. Other designers like to take a single idea and push it to the limit by creating many different permutations of the same concept. It was the latter approach that was at play for the recent Viktor and Rolf couture collection where it was all about the red carpet.
"Some people think I look like a sweet potato, I consider myself a spud with a heart of gold." —Shirley MacLaine
When you were a kid, you used to say “I’m going to be an astronaut. I will live by the ocean. I’m going to be Queen and save the world. I will live in Paris with my Dalmatians. …" Then you hit a time where the carpet gets pulled from right underneath you, just as you’re supposed to be becoming such wondrous beings. You defy your own feelings for a while. You live a life, sailing past all you’ve ever wanted because maybe you got scared, or reality threaded you rather than enlightening you. Maybe something else happened?
But one day, you will make a smart decision which feels anything but. You will five in head first. After a long battle with many things, this may seem like yet another battle. And then you wake up one day, and you literally smell the roses. What you never expected, hits you in the face, and for once again, you say, with even more certainty this time: I’m going to be an astronaut. I will live by the ocean. I’m going to be Queen and save the world. I will live in Paris with my Dalmatians…”
If you want to go out and do something by yourself then do it. At the end of the day the people who you believe are judging you probably couldn’t give a single fuck about you being alone. People need to stop relying on others and do the things they want to do even if they don’t have anyone to do it with. If you want to go out and eat alone, do it. You want to go shopping alone, do it. You want to travel alone, do it. Be independent and if any does judge you for being alone, then those individuals must lead a very sad and boring life to be so focused on why you are not with anyone.
"In 1921, Wolseley Motors Limited commissioned the architect, William Curtis Green, to design a prestigious car showroom in London’s West End…Chris Corbin and Jeremy King secured the site in July 2003 and its restoration and renovation was overseen by David Collins Architects. The Wolseley opened in November 2003."- The Wolseley
A place where the doors are opened and “sir” and “madam” are part of The Wolseley’s natural vernacular. The tables are laid to perfection, the silver is shined and the chandeliers are gleaming. The 1920’s decor is second to none. Water was served promptly and the fanciest and most unique bread’s are served with real butter and a smile. A great way to start any meal. By this point, already, one expects an evening of fine dining, but not the sort which feels uncomfortable. The Wolseley is a place for gatherings and laughter, in the classiest of settings. Served with care, the first courses which embellished the table looked far too good to eat, but too tempting to not be eaten: ● Deep Friied Scampii with Tartare Sauce (small) ● Escargots à lla Bourguiignonne au Pastiis (1/2 dozen) ● Croustade of Quail Eggs & Hollandaise. They were small, but not tiny and yet filled with flavour and perfectly centred on the plates. Neither dish were over-decorated, nor overcooked by that matter. There are no unnecessary frills, but perfectly accompanying garnishes. We then went in for the mains. Fillet Steak, served with café de paris butter, gem heart salad and pommes frites ●Viennoise Schnitzel● Seared Duck Livers with Shallots and Marsalla● and sides: Carrots with Herbs● Potatoes with Herbs. Another set of rich dishes. The salad, though simple, were one of the finest green salads in all of the town. Delicate in look, fresh in colour and the perfect balance of sharp and sweet in taste. The steak was cooked as ordered, medium-rare, the livers were perfectly cooked and accompanied by spinach, potato and a jus. The schnitzel was as posh as a schnitzel can be.
Despite having a phenomenally rich and filling meal, dessert was not a choice, but a necessity and our choices were simple, but with good reason: Portuguese Custard Tart ● Baked Vanilla Cheesecake● The Wolseley Battenberg. We drank the Wolseley blend tea which came in the most stunning silver pot, and large macchiatos, which for once, actually tasted like macchiato’s, a rarity it seems.
160 Piccadilly, London W1J 9EB
Life’s too short. Don’t underestimate the people you have in life and make an effort with those you care for. Never forget the memories and hold them close. But it is amazing how people come together at a time like this… X
Do I want coffee at quarter to nine in the evening, yes or yes?
that Birkenstock tan marks don’t suit me.
that working hard, really pays off.
that decaffeinated green tea and decaffeinated coffee are the way forward.
tumblr withdrawal symptoms really do occur.
owning a Kindle really does mean you read more.
a Netflix account is by far the most soul-enticing yet detrimental yet amazingly brilliant thing in the world and that watching stuff until 4am is perfectly acceptable.
nice people really do exist.
we overlook too much in life.
The twelve tableaux
The divisions of this film are displayed as intertitles on the screen. These are:
Tableau one: A bistro - Nana wants to leave Paul - Pinball
Tableau two: The record shop - 2000 francs - Nana lives her life
Tableau three: The concierge - The passion of Joan of Arc - a journalist
Tableau four: The police - Nana is questioned
Tableau five: The outer boulevards - the first man - the hotel room
Tableau six: Yvette - a café in the suburbs - Raoul - machine gun fire
Tableau seven: The letter - Raoul again - the Champs Élysées
Tableau eight: Afternoons - money - wash-basins - pleasure - hotels
Tableau nine: A young man - Nana wonders if she’s happy
Tableau ten: The sidewalk - a man - there’s no gaiety in happiness
Tableau eleven: Place de Chatelet - the stranger - Nana the unwitting philosopher
Tableau twelve: The young man again - the oval portrait - Raoul sells Nana