And so to weekends. I've had a few off in a row recently, which is rather a rare treat in retail. I never usually have problems filling my weekends, even if it is merely by staying in bed and eating cake like Tim Walker (above). Sometimes you just need to be good to yourself, you know?
Last weekend we had to go out and celebrate because I got a new job, wooop! I start at Stratford as DM Retail tomorrow. We hit
for some cocktails, a secret bar under Aldwych which hosts burlesque performances and has the sexiest toilet doors in London (they're made of glass but they mist up when you lock them... it's pretty disconcerting).
We ended up in Players, a piano bar just up the road from
(where Dan and I went on our first date). Apparently it's only place in central London that is open until 2am, hence the reason it was full of people singing "Wild Rover" and "
" at the top of their lungs along with the piano - it just wasn't time to go home yet.
If you ever find yourself near Embankment, very very drunk and yearning to sing unashamedly to some show tunes, you should go. It's probably the friendliest bar in London.
We also went to the German Market on the Southbank, where most of the food was strictly average, but the cinnamon buns were totally incredible. The only thing is, they cost £4.50 each, so I made my own from
from Pinterest. They were alright, but I think further experiments are required before they're as good as the German Market ones.
The next day, we sailed up the Thames to the Tim Walker Storyteller exhibition at Somerset House. Tim Walker has long been my absolute favourite fashion photographer. As the exhibition's title suggests, his images are really strong on narrative and provoke much more imagination than standard fashion photography. He also uses the best locations and props, creating a sort of idealist heritage look that is a combination of classic British style and a macabre fairytale. I used to cut all his shoots out of Vogue and stick them on my wardrobe doors.
Definitely visit if you get a chance - it's on until the 27th January and it's free. It's worth a visit to Somerset House anyway - the decorations aren't as nice as last year's Tiffany ones, but there is a lovely Christmas Arcade with a pop-up
, amongst others (aren't their Christmas crackers the coolest?).
This weekend wasn'y quite so energetic. We went to see The Master yesterday, which was actually really disappointing. I'd love to tell you what it was about, but I can't, because it had no plot to speak of. (Also, anyone calling it a meta-film - NO. Just no.)
We had a
with garlic and rosemary for dinner, which was a nice British twist on a baked Camembert (I'm thinking baked Camembert is definitely a good shout for party food come our flatwarming).
We had a slightly healthier lunch today, having cycled all the way to Kensington, at
. Lovely decor, and the tastiest vegetable side dishes you can imagine -I had the roast root veg with mixed herbs and nuts, and it was more than enough for lunch. Their cakes are incredible too - I had the best chocolate brownie ever, and Dan had chocolate and banana cake, topped with caramel.
Then (and I'm still not sure how I talked Dan into this), we went to the Hollywood Costume Exhibition at the V&A. It was expensive (a steep £15.50 each), but its billing as a "once-in-a-lifetime opportunity" to see iconic costumes isn't really an exaggeration. It's so strange to see the costumes in real life, up close - some look really different on film. Some just crystallise a moment in a film perfectly. Most give you an idea of the size of the actor (most are much smaller than you'd expect; in fact, Natalie Portman's Black Swan costume, by Rodarte, was displayed on a child mannequin. It must have been about a size 2).
Marilyn Monroe looks to have been about a size 12, and most of the male actor's costumes make them look much shorter than you'd think. The Dorothy dress was a surprisingly pale blue in the flesh. The V&A have sourced some lovely merchandise for the
, some of which would make for excellent Christmas presents.
I will leave you with some more Christmas gifts: Sloane Square's Christmas lights (the prettiest I've seen yet)
to rival the John Lewis one, and Dan's hilarious "pie joke" from tonight's dinner: