Time is slower on film

Finally developed three rolls of film that had been parked on a shelf since last summer. I was surprised to see that some pictures from one of the rolls was from 2016, and looking at them was like travelling in time. Love that in this day of instant gratification! This one is from almost exactly a year ago to the day; sunny mornings in the dining room like this one are the best.

What do we reckon happened here? Pavel probably didn't have someone’s number and waited for them for ages, and then had to leave? Or is it just really funny and polite (it’s written in pencil after all) graffiti? We’ll never know.

My girl Z, in the loos at Frenchie. She came over from Amsterdam for a few days in the summer, and it was frickin’ awesome - as usual. So happy we managed to meet up three times last year <3

Here she is walking through a very slim alley in Covent Garden.

Kudos to the lady with the unusually shaped straw hat. I got to a point in my cynical old age where I inwardly eyerolled when I saw people wearing “look at me!”-outfits, and now I’ve come out the other side, and think “Yeah!!! Why the hell not?!”. Still, you wouldn’t see me in a hat like that :)

At the Royal Academy. Pull his leg! Might need to explain the expression “you’re pulling my leg” here. It means “you’re lying to me” in insider English.

Yaas queen. The shade is where it’s at. Have a great weekend yo! I’ll be playing the new Tame Impala album to death - it’s been a very long four and half year wait, but by the sounds of it, totally worth it!

Buddy pic of the week III

Hmmm, what do we call this - upward dog?

Colour fix ** might cause migraines **

Firstly I want to say thank you to those of you who took the time to comment on my previous post! It’s so nice to know who you are, and that the blog is still something that you enjoy - I sure do; posting here and reading other blogs is such a nice way to have a little break from the everyday. So, without further ado, here’s today’s post.

Back in January I went down to the Hayward Gallery to see the Bridget Riley exhibition before it ended. Even though I’ve been to an exhibition of hers before, it’s always nice to be able to revisit an artist’s work, as there’ll always be stuff that one hasn’t seen before, and over the years you appreciate different things, as well as maybe see things differently.

I would’ve liked to have brought Mr Famapa with me, but stuff like this triggers off a migraine for him in seconds. It’s crazy to think that someone (Riley or maybe one of her many assistants) painted these squiggly lines by hand. I wonder if they got migraines from it?

This was my favourite section, displaying the sketches before they were made into big paintings.

This “sketch” had little handwritten notes about what colours should go where, which is fascinating, as to the eye it all looks so random. It’s clearly anything but.

These drawings were from her days at art school. It’s mind blowing to see how far an artist can move away from the basics, knowing that they all more or less start from the same point - drawing.

I liked this lady’s colourful jumper, I wonder if she picked it specifically for the day?

This one moved as you walked along it - like waves, of course. I was convinced I’d leave the exhibition with a headache, but I didn’t. Found this old documentary on YouTube, but I haven’t had a chance to watch the whole thing yet, looks very interesting though, and I do love me an old 70’-80’s doc (especially the slow pace and how un-slick they are!)

P.S. I hope you liked this one Tess ;)

Last week's camera walk

Looking down, walking from Holborn tube station towards Somerset House. I’m trying to get out at least once a week with my camera, and I always start with an exhibition, as it’s a sure way to get me out of the house.

In one of the big majestic stairwells in Somerset House. I went to see the 24/7 A wake up call for our non stop world exhibition, which was interesting. In a nut shell: “With every moment seemingly an opportunity to connect and work, unrelenting pressure to produce and consume, sleep itself monitored and commodified, how we cope is one of the most urgent contemporary issues affecting us all.” I didn't take any pictures in there, I just wanted to give it my full attention, and take it all in.

Waterloo Bridge from underneath.

Personally I’d be waiting in the sun, but each to their own.

Looking down on the Thames. Wondered what the water temperature would feel like compared to the pond. You’d drown if you tried to swim here though, as the river currents are so strong. And let’s not even think of how polluted it is.

Flapper.

Flutter.

This feels like too much of an ask, but I’m curious, who’s reading this blog? I have no idea who you are, and it would be so nice to hear a bit about you (all three of you - haha). Who are you, where are you, and is there anything you’d like to see more of here? Hope you have a great weekend!