Many many years ago my parents lived in London when they found out they were having their first child. That would be me. And although they stayed less than a year after I was born, they created their habits and found their local places. They lived in Knightsbridge (a bit more central than where I am currently living...) and naturally went to many of the restaurants around there. Some I have been to, like Sale e Pepe when I was 10 years old, and other I have just heard a lot about, like Daphne's. I always figured Daphne's was one of my dads favourite restaurants and therefore I wanted to go with him. So when he came to visit a couple of weeks ago we went for Sunday dinner.
Daphne's is an Italian place so of course I jumped right on the creamy Burrata with tomatoes and pesto, and seafood pasta with zucchini. I was very happy with both but of course managed a little bit of a dessert. My favourite is tiramisu and I have a very hard time resisting it when it is on the menu. Who do you think had the watermelon Martini? Well guessed, it wasn't me!
This is one of my favourite songs and always gets me in a good mood. It is one of the main songs in Breakfast at Tiffany's, it might actually be the only one, and it is used in several ways throughout. I think my favourite part is when Audrey is playing her guitar and singing while sitting in her window.
Undoubtedly a boring task, but it should be done quite frequently, some even suggest once a week. And how long since I cleaned mine last? Ehhhh, maybe 5 months. Well, it happens. But better late than never, I always say, and today I cleaned mine after putting it off for around 4 weeks. But now that it's done I wonder why I didn't just do it before, it is so fast and so easy.
I read online that you should use baby shampoo, which is what I did. I put the brushes to soak in soapy water for a couple of minutes before changing the water. Repeat. Repeat. Rinse, rinse some more and then leave to dry. Perfect. Doing this after putting on make-up is a good idea.
The clocks went back during the night and I woke up at 7am without an alarm. Not normal. I am off to work today, which is always bittersweet, but I have had a great week, so I can't really complain. Next week, on the other hand, is a whole different story. Stay tuned.
I call this my favourite pub, but it gets competition from The Clifton in St. John's Wood, however The Crooked Billet is a very special place. It has featured in many family occasions in the boyfriends family, from his confirmation to the latest one a birthday this weekend, and I was introduced to this place on our first year anniversary. Needless to say, it has a special place in my heart. And Kate Winslet had her wedding party here. The marriage might not have lasted, but the pub still stands, and I am thankful.
Get ready, food porn is on its way. This place has great food, amazing prices, good service and a fantastic atmosphere. And it's in the middle if nowhere, but it has the locals love.
And then, the piece de resistance, the amazing sticy toffee pudding. The sad thing is of course that this comes at the end of the meal when you are already quite full. But if you go here, just have one, its really good! Sticky, gooey, crispy on the outside, drowned in toffee sauce and served lukewarm, you won't be able to leave anything on the plate.
Last week I was walking to the till in a grocery store with a Christmas calendar, yes I know we are in October, among my shopping. It took a lot of effort to go back and leave it on it's shelf, telling myself "It's only October". I had picked it up because I was thinking it might sell out, but I'm sure there will still be plenty of chocolate Christmas calendars out there for £1 when December comes around. And some on sale after the Christmas period. What it really made me think about is the fact that a little while back I was appalled by the arrival of Christmas merchandise back in September and while writing this I have to admit that I have bought 3 decorations for our tree, 1 Christmas present, I have planned most of the other presents and I am working on a Christmas calendar for the boyfriend. I have also been to the Christmas shops in Selfridges, Liberty's and Peter Jones. You know, in case it all sells out. I think just seeing the Christmas merchandise in grocery stores, store employees in Santa hats (that might be a bit early...) and catalogues for Christmas presents and whatnot has secretly influenced me and introduced Christmas in October. I still think it's too early, but I have already given in, because we are surrounded. I know the Oxford Street light are being lit in the beginning of November, and then there is literally no turning back. Even for a Christmas lover like myself, I don't want the excitement of Christmas to be over before December but we are really heading that way.
I haven't been feeling too good today and actually slept a couple of hours in the middle of the day to see if that helped. When I woke up it was dark outside and the only thing that seemed right was a hot bath and magazines. It's definitely fall when it gets dark around 6ish and the only thing I want is a hot bath, hot chocolate and a fireplace. In the colder and darker months it always seems ok to stay inside, spend a day on the couch or in bed and not be active and overly social, if you tell someone you want to crawl into bed with a hot drink in summer, you would get some questions. So here is to celebrating fall and winter and all the good things that they bring.
2 rather important events are coming up in the next two weeks and I find myself standing in front of my closet and have noting to wear. Sounds familiar? What does one wear for a 60 th birthday lunch? Or a charity dinner at a fancy hotel? I find it is always very difficult to dress for certain occasions, how embarrassing isn't it to show up under dressed in jeans or severely over dressed in a ball gown. Both which would not be suitable for the two events I am going to.
I try not to keep it a secret how much I like Karl Lagerfeld whom I love/fear/hate depending on what he does. I even like his cat, Choupette (check out the twitter, it's funny), and his white ponytail. No, really, I do. And then there is another obsession of mine (obsessed maybe, but only in the good way): Chanel. I don't know why I like the brand so much, but I like the bags, the shoes, the logo, the black/white colour scheme, the bouclé everything, the chamelias, the pearls. There you have it. How dangerous for me isn't it that Karl has been designing for Chanel for ages? Two slight obsessions in one, I'm not sure it's healthy. But this is really besides the point as this is more about the Chanel Black Jacket exhibit at the Saatchi Gallery. I was there. I both felt the need to go based on my interest in Karl and Chanel, and I felt like art on a Thursday is a good thing. It was lovely to see the exhibit and I am so glad I went, but if I would have had to pay to get in, I would have been extremely dissapointed. The pictures and the styling was great, but the presentation of the pictures themselves (posters nailed to the wall with nails) did not resonate the luxury and finesse I would have expected from Chanel. Fair enough that this is an exhibit based on the book with the same name, but I can't help but compare the Chanel Black Jacket's to the Hermes Leather Forever exhibit I went to back in May. Hermes had gone all out, and then some with their exhibit, letting you touch the leathers, see how they craft their bags (2 different bags were made during the day in the museum, right in front of your eyes and you could chat to the craftsmen while they worked), get to know a bit of history and see some of the most outrageous leather products they have made. And this was also a free exhibit. What I would have expected from Chanel was a small history of each person pictured in a jacket, and why they were asked to participate. Maybe even a quote from the people portrayed mentioning their relationship with the black jacket? Karl, take notes!
Two of my favourite pictures were of Anna Wintour as herself (above) and Carine Roitfeld as Coco Chanel (below), very classic and very Chanel.
October is a month dedicated to family, it wasn't intended, but by accident/bad planning October is the month where 90% of my family is visiting. My brother was here, we went to Bicester and had hot dogs, my dad took me to restaurants I can't justify going to myself, and now my mother is here. Before dinner at China Tang with my dad (best black pepper beef I have ever, EVER, tasted) we went to my absolute favourite hotel, 45 Park Lane, for a glass of wine. I find there is nothing to dislike about 45 Park Lane, but my view is clouded by my good experiences there. What I couldn't remember were the amazing picture in the ladies toilet which might very well be a Steve Miller, but I didn't ask. I also fell in love with this picture of a microphone above, very simple but still with an impact.
I'm Christine and I currently live in London with my husband where I do my best to go to as many restaurants as possible, bake, DIY and occasionally let my hair down and go to a museum. x