It's a Kew, Kew summer

Quite soon after the school summer holidays started, me and Oomoo went with friends to Kew Gardens. I’m guessing it won’t be long before he’ll pass on the offer of going there though. We’re almost exactly a year away from him turning into to a teenager (gasp), and I’m sure he’ll rather do something less walk-y by then. But then he might surprise me. Let’s hope so.

There’s still enough interesting stuff there for an almost 12 year old.

Like cool sound installations hanging in trees.

You had to stand underneath the sound domes to hear the amplified recordings of the inner workings of a tree, including the rumble that can be heard under the bark (no, I didn't know there was such a thing either) or the popping sound of water as it travels from the trunk towards the leaves - mixed with music.

We then finally made our way to Queen Charlotte’s Cottage, one of the last places within the gardens that I’ve not yet been to, but sadly it was shut. But L was happy anyway, as you can see here. In fact, maybe she was happy because it was shut… The cottage was used by King George III and Queen Charlotte in the late 1700’s, as a pit stop for a cup of tea and a rest when they went for walks in the grounds of Kew Palace, their summer holiday home. In spring the cottage is surrounded by blue bells and I hope I time it right one year, so I can see it in all its blue glory.

There were also unusual planting installations dotted around the gardens.

Noice.

And one really comfy continuous bench.

Seeing as green is going to fade away in nature’s winter palette, let’s take some in now. Delicately, like this

or layered, like that

or bright and punchy, like here

or curly and swirly, like there.

And I’ll add some nice orange and white too - before I say “Hasta la vista Kew”.

Finally, no visit is complete without a picture like this from the Hive. Standing underneath it I initially couldn’t make out if this was Oomoo or not, but then I noticed the undone shoelace. That’s him alright.

While typing in the post title I had Bananarama going round in my head, so here’s a link to Cruel Summer, from 37 years ago (OMG!). I love how their outfits are so in fashion again (like seriously), and after watching the music video I’ve got a serious girl crush on Siobhan Fahey. How could you not?!

Stranger things

Aaaah. Slightly delayed post. After having not travelled abroad for nearly two years, I’ve ended up going on two trips within a week just recently. The first one was four days away (Stockholm), and the second one two weeks (Amsterdam)! I guess you’ll see the pics from there by xmas…? Doh. So back to my fun Friday, that now happened a whole month ago, and our second cultural outing of the day. G suggested we visited the Viktor Wynd Museum, a place I’d never heard of, but which made total sense that he had (this is the same G who showed us London’s only remaining sewer gas light that runs on biogases from peoples asses) - because he knows everything about this city.

So, through the door we went, into The Last Tuesday Society, the absinthe bar that the museum is in the basement of. The writing on the door says: “Those easily offended by death and decay should stay away.” A fair warning I reckon.

The ceiling of the bar gave an indication of what was to come. It’s so weird to look at these pictures now, as they’re so grotesque. On the day, everything was just intriguing, eccentric and quite funny, but I see now how weird it all must look to you.

Well, it gets just weirder and weirder. Believe me.

Walking down a tight spiral staircase you end up in a small, dank and mould smelling basement, greeted by a taxidermied fusion of a shreiking monkey/fish. Viktor Wynd has been an avid collector of the very strange for many years. He initially started out as an artist, but got disillusioned with it all, and decided to make money by opening a museum, where people would pay to see his vast collection of the freakiest shit you’ve ever seen. Literally. There are jars there with turds by Kylie Minogue and Amy Winehouse. There are also a hell of a lot of taxidermied stuff, as well as a lock of Elvis’ hair, strange skeletons, art and general weirdness.

So let’s have a look at some of this freakery then. How about some toads having a drink in a Corona bar (topical!)? There are also a lot of erotica about, and I had to do some hasty photoshopping to make the picture in the background here decent enough.

I quite liked this miniature artwork of a shop, but I don’t remember who it was by.

And this tiiiiiiiiiiiiny fairy skeleton was really cool too.

Hey, let’s have an intimate chat with a cow and a puma. No you say? Why not?

A lion then? Still no?

Well, how about a fly covered dinner on top of a spider crab? I’ll pay.

There was so much to look at, and so much to take in. I’m glad places like this exist, where you get to see something else, away from the conventional.

Once we were done we went back upstairs to the bar, to have ourselves a drink.

And when you’re in an absinthe bar you have to try the stuff right? We tried two different flavours, turning on the dripping taps that would water the drink down, through a sugar cube to sweeten it, using this amazing contraption, which made it really feel like an occasion. Have you tried it? I thought it tasted a bit like Pernod, and very aniseed-y.

D was the only one who liked it, so she got to finish it up, all by herself. Weirdly, none of us felt even remotely tipsy, which was strange, as it was late in the afternoon and pre-dinner. I suspected foul play, haha. How can something be like 67% alcohol proof and not in the slightest affect you? Hmmmmm I say.

To correct the disappointment we ordered Pisco Sours, which were just delicious, but I think these were alcohol free too. Well, it didn't matter, as it was a nice way to round off a really fun day. If you want to read a bit more about Viktor Wynd and the museum you can - here. Cheers!

A Fri-yay

Time to jump forward in time a bit, to Friday a couple of weeks ago, which is still back in time, but not as far back as all my recent posts. D & G, my old work friends, both had the day off, so we decided that we should have a day of culture. We were to spend the day in East London, and D showed me this crazy looking building she had spotted the evening before. And having just googled it I’ve learnt that it’s Nobu Hotel. How very swish. The actual rooms look nowhere near as interesting as the outside though.

Walking down Brick Lane we walked past this building and the tiled ‘Mayfair’ caught my eye. “Must’ve been a cinema back in the day” thought D. She was right.

This fool knew that we were going to a gallery and on to other things, but I needed to do a bit of ‘getting ready for winter’ shopping, so I felt a bit like a pack mule with my two bags (you can only see the shoulder strap of the other one here). I also dressed way too warm for the day, in fact just remembering that has given me a hot flush this very second…

Soooooo, we went to Whitechapel Gallery to see the Theaster Gates exhibition and great it was too. The initial exhibits where a selection from the ceramic collection at the V&A that Gates had chosen for the exhibition.

An amazing looking tool that Gates makes bricks with. It almost looked like a sculpture. I guess you could argue that if you put any object in a gallery, it looks like a sculpture.

D’s friend K came with us too, and here they both are, not looking at what was in front of them at all, haha.

Walking up to the second floor of the exhibition we had to try out this ‘social sculpture’ (not by Gates, can’t remember who it was by), which was built so whenever people sat in there, their knees would touch.

From two ladies with knees touching to two heads with necks joined together. I’ve wanted to see Theaster Gates’ art for a while now after having read about him in Will Gompertz book ‘Think like an artist’. Gates has over the years put the money that he has made from selling his art back into the community in Chicago’s South Side, where he lives. He’s been buying up derelict properties, turning them into cultural community spaces for everyone, but in particular for local residents. You can watch these YouTube videos and find out more here and here. I really admire his way of thinking, and all that he’s done.

So let’s look at some of what pays for his community projects. These pots had been glazed or covered in tar, and the inside was filled up with it too. The scent as you stuck your nose in it was tar-iffic.

So many cool huge ceramic objects in this room. We were really in awe.

Finished with the exhibition, we walked down the road to catch the overground. I had to excuse myself at one point to walk over to take this.

And seeing this guy squashed against a shop window like this made me very happy.

We got off the train in Haggerston and walked along Regent’s Canal.

And around Broadway Market for a little bit, in search for a something hot to drink and sweet to eat. This place didn't make the cut, but had great light.

Bellies full, we walked back along the canal, and these coots seemed to be squabbling over something.

“Run Forrest, run!”

This little doggie just missed the action.

G, K and D, ahead of me - rhymes yo.

Canal abstract. We were actually walking to our next cultural stop of the day, but that’s a whole post of its own.

All in all, a great day, where we felt like we were on holiday, doing only nice things as one does when away. Even just waiting for the train back home looked good.

An Oxford wander

Seems like hardly any of my posts are from London recently... You can't blame me though, can you, as I’ve seen enough of London to last me quite a while in the past 18 months. My friend H, who used to live around the corner from me, moved out of London earlier this year, and I’m so proud of us for managing to see each other about once a month since then. Oxford is a half hour train ride from her house, so on we the train we hopped, to go for an architecture walk in the Jericho neighbourhood. I’m always up for a visit there (still haven’t managed to go to Cambridge - which is crazy)! In fact H was scheming that we should retire there together, listing good healthcare, a smaller city, but still close to London and the countryside as good reasons, to which I added ‘a bikeable city!’. She did get me thinking. Just like in London the architecture is a varied mix - Georgian, Victorian, Brutalist and new. Check out this 60’s student accommodation block out next to, I’m guessing, an Edwardian building, now a very classy wine bar.

And here, a Victorian terrace. I always think streets without trees look so strange.

Maybe that’s compensated by these ornate window frames just yards away.

And this Georgian terrace looks very different from London ones, as they’ve been built in what looks like Bath stone, rather than brick.

We all like Georgian houses, don’t we? They really knew how to build proportionally back then. Although if you look closely you can see that this house isn’t perfectly symmetrical.

Had to snap this as I liked the colours and the pattern.

Just around the corner sits another modern student accommodation building. I like how they’ve matched the exterior stone with the older houses.

Look at that cool dining area to the right. Very stylish student digs I must say.

I wanted to get a picture of the Palladian exterior of this building, and cursed loudly about the white van blocking the view. The guy in the picture, who’s van it was, apologised profusely, and I immediately apologised about my outburst. We all had a good laugh about it. The building, St Paul’s, used to be a church and is now a bar called Freud. Funnily enough, I used to frequent the original London branch a lot in the mid 90’s. Oh boy, writing that previous sentence makes me feel old.

A bit further down the road this house caught our eye. Why did the front look like that, and didn't it look great? Turns out it started out life as a greengrocers.

Hence this old painted ad on the side of the house for Hovis bread.

We stood looking at this house for quite a while. We also really liked the planting. So jealous of people who have the energy to look after their plants that well.

Same road, different style. I love these arched entryways. Something about them is so cosy.

At one point we walked onto a little bridge over the Oxford Canal. I had to take one of my waving at each others reflection pictures there. Here’s another one from Venice.

Face!

In-ter-esting… I wonder if anyone ever does. I didn’t, but maybe I should’ve.

H, looking down a street.

An Oxford alternative to a window box. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like it before.

Ooooooff. The brick colour and windows on this house. Niiiiiiice.

Before catching the train back to H’s house we walked along Oxford Canal. At one section the houses backed on to it, with the gardens going all the way down to the canal.

Nice, huh?

Talk about lifestyle goals.

Sadly the canal isn’t clean enough to swim in. And also, you’d feel pretty exposed with the opposite side of the canal being a public footpath. Still, really nice to see how some people live (university professors maybe?), and if you wanted to be more private, the gardens were deep enough to shelter you form people like us.

And finally, an eye catching ziggurat tower atop the Saïd Business School right next to the train station. It was so cool to go to Oxford and only walk around one residential neighbourhood and skip everything else. A bit like going to London, only to walk around Islington or something. Lucky us.