happy holidays.

happy holidays, basil! this year I’ll be spending it in London, with my family.

xxx

Tonight I went to a art-gallery talk, supposed to be the crème de la crème of art students’ work in London:

(actually, the thing I liked best was the toilet, where one wall was made entirely of soap)

then I came home and found my boyfriend’s decadent socks very cute:

random bits and bobs.

some drunkard did this in our apartment block:

random.

I love this stuff: Japanese curry that looks like a chocolate bar, the easiest dinner in the world!

made that for supper tonight. yum.

today i miss réunion.

(photo by: Sébastien Marchal, artist in Réunion)

it is officially the holiday season

my father and I picked out a tree this weekend from this adorable outdoor shop.

i decided to do it up in all blue and silver- I love it!

I also went to this sample sale, it was most civilized:

Sadly, even at amazing discounts, I could afford nowt. Sigh.

Today I went to see Pop Life: Art in a Material World. Best bits: Andy Warhol MTV, and the Keith Haring pop-up shop with 80s electro beats.

then home late for pesto-pasta and foie gras (!)

haha, a gift for you miss peachbury: i made this mask for my cousin who is a big fan of Twilight.

you can’t see in the photo, but he is covered in glitter too. very lifelike!

i succumbed today. To watch this at the cinema:

it’s a love/hate thing.

some words today

LE PONT MIRABEAU
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l’onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

L’amour s’en va comme cette eau courante
L’amour s’en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l’Espérance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure
–Guillaume Apollinaire (b. 26 August 1880)