The British Museum

On Monday, (my, that long ago?) my classmates and I got ourselves to the British Museum for class. here tis.

oh of course i got lost getting there and ended up in some little park chillin. I always leave about two hours early for this class, so lateness is not an issue.

the first is this lovely stone lion. I don't remember where he was or what he was, but he was nice and gracefully intimidating.

and the next ones are an Australian crocodile mask.

metalwork leaves me in awe, also knitting, and that textile there is something else. You know what it is? It is knitted, and it contains all the medication that the average human consumes in a lifetime. It was meters long. And needless to say the woman's was longer than the man's.

and here is a nice totem pole, and then my favorite thing I saw, perfect in its creepy simplicity, crystal skull. and this resourceful textile from Africa, made from the tinfoil on wine bottles.

more things from the Africa bit, and some lovely sculptures. you may note that the two fellows have a certain bit of their anatomy missing. Fact is, in the Victorian day, they emasculated all the poor statues, and stored the broken-off pieces in the basement. As if the absence was not as glaring as the presence. Ha. (it's still in the basement...O_O)

a cartoon museum? yeshh pweese....

night guys, my left tonsil is killing me...it's always that one.
-Lu

Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.

Oscar Wilde said that. It got him in trouble. While we are on the subject of quotes, here are a few more of my favorites: George Nathan on George Bernard Shaw: "Shaw writes his plays for the ages. The ages between five and twelve." Shakespeare on other people: "I do desire we might be better strangers", and my personal favorite of all time "Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life."

Ok. I have a whole post written, and pictures of the British Museum, and various other places for you, but you're going to have to wait, because I'm hungry. and I have other things to do besides blog, believe it or not.

hypocritical statement. sawing off the branch I'm sitting on. K. going now.
-Lu

How many many feet you meet. ( The well-heeled footsies of London)

I. love. shoes. My closet doth attest the fact.

So, obviously, I look at people's shoes. And take pictures of them. No, that's not creepy. It's a compliment.

And if you're wondering how people react to you asking if you can take their picture, 90% of the time they are absolutely flattered. People are delightfully vain: shutterbugs, thou shalt exploit this.

Anyway, here are just a few of the 16 million feet of London.

Nice black stilettos sir. that is not a typo. Use your eyes. :)

They needn't match. Mine sometimes don't. They need only accord with the dictates of your soul.

AH! we must not forget le friendly cross-dresser. Here he is:

He told us he was on on his way to work in Soho. This was at 9 in the evening. He then asked if I was a lesbian. To which Priya wittily replied, "No, she's just fabulous."
And that,dear people, is all for tonight. i go to draw some corsets.
-Lu

Brick Lane. Hipsters. Clothes.

If you like Ragstock, I'm about to make you drool. Brick Lane is one of the more well-known markets in London, and it is the motherlode of all vintage, funky, punky, eclectic, sometimes black-market shopping. You cannot throw an empty Starbucks cup without hitting some little hole in the wall full of half junk, half treasure, and clothes from the last five decades. There are whole alleyways full of beautiful stolen cycles and parts. Stalls full of old electronics and food and just plain interesting pieces of crap.

It is also CRAWLING with hipsters. Need I say I felt so at home it was almost uncomfortable. I was too busy enjoying myself to take too many pictures: it will have to be revisited. Many times. However, I shall share with you what I did snap.

We begin with the view from my street, (deffo not Brick Lane) on such a London morning as makes you really happy to be alive and sauntering down the avenue.

Now we get there.

and this place, oh, my mouth waters at the thought. They make these fantastic beigels, then they put salted beef in them, then they hand it to you and you are happy. We're not talking about Arby's beef. It looks like you've got half a cow in your hand. Glomp. eaten.

drawing on the wall is encouraged, or at least tolerated. space invader was here? and little pink dinos eat coins. Actually he wasn't all that little.

I believe this store was called Beyond Retro. It never ended, pretty much.

There was a jacket from.....wait for it.... SHAKOPEE. Shakopee Minnesota. in London. What a laugh.

And that food

the pink boots are great too, no? Don't let me forget to tell you about the cross-dresser who asked if I were a lesbian.

le People


Ladeez an gents, it geeves me great pleasure to present to you.....the hipsters (in the best possible sense) of Brick Lane. yeah. And some from Fashion's Night Out. And various other places in this excellent city.

FNO. The fellow in the beautiful coat and cravat was in Alexander McQueen, the rest, as you can see, mostly stopped on the street.

This fellow was standing in Speaker's Corner in Hyde Park. nice jacket sir.

Brick Lane folk:

Yes, I do believe I could live here. Yup.
-Lu