Borough Market - Fab Fridays

Borough Market is pretty fabulous any time of year, but it's even better at Christmas when the scent of fresh pine trees, mulled wine and spiced cider hangs in the crisp air.

As a part of my studies I'm required to be in personal therapy. My therapist is pretty great and has a penchant for wearing tastefully loud clothes and jewelry. The added bonus of my Friday therapy is that my therapists office is right around the corner from Borough Markets. So, promptly at 11:55 (when our session is over) I get to go wander through the stalls and have lunch at the market! What a fabulous way to spend a Friday and start my weekend!

Freeeeedom! uh, I mean Liberty!

So, as I really should be writing my final paper of the term, and not blogging, this will be short and sweet (and mostly pictures)! Oscar Wilde said "Liberty is the chosen resort of the artistic shopper" I would have to agree! It has everything from Gucci clothes to ribbons, yarn and a fake stuffed reindeer head! And while the fabulous Christmas decor is really only there to increase the daily quid intake it does add to the festive mood while browsing each floor.

The London Hat Kanundrum

Just a short little blog (including some pictures of a few amazing hats!)

So the London hat kanundrum is simply this -

The weather in England is very hat wearer friendly. It's cold and rainy and generally has weather that does not suit un-hatted hair. You add to that numerous wonderful millinery shops throughout greater London and it should equal hats on heads on every street corner!

...but it doesn't!? I'd say that in sunny balmy LA (where by all reason, free flowing locks should rule) there are more (by a landslide) hats per capita (on the capite!)... and that, I say is the London hat kanundrum.

And now the studying beckons and I must answer to show that this head is not just a hatrack!

Baby it's cold outside... (Frieze-ing in the park)

A bright and chilly Saturday afternoon(though I wouldn't say freezing!) two mates from Uni and I decided to check out the free Frieze Art Fair in Regents park. It was all a bit surreal...

...some statuesque figures with certain parts of their face seemingly blasted out or ripped away...

...a path meandering through some fake flowers (that seemed to have the consistency of mushrooms?!)

...and then a pair of giant eggs which were my favorite. (outlandishly oversized objects are always fun, right?!)

We continued to wander up into the park to take in the rest of the show. After a short conversation with a security guard from south London (or maybe it was east, I seem to get those two confused from time to time)we discovered that we needed to go back down to the bottom of the park to see the rest of the show. A little stroll through golden leafy lanes and we were back (almost) where we started, only to discover that to get into the "real" Frieze show you had to shell out 25 quid?!!! (well, 15 for students, but still!!)As one young arty type so aptly sold it to us ..."Would you like to see some overpriced pretentious art?" Fair enough! To which we answered a resounding NO and headed off in search of a much more reasonably priced coffee!

My last snap is of Kirsty's "Bicycle GPS" which never fails to amuse me! Quite effective...unless it decides to rain!

Sunny Sundays (= long walks!)

One of the lovely things about London is, no matter how big it can seem at times, most things are just a walk away. When the stars align and a sunny day falls on a Sunday, it's the perfect time to take a wander...

Heading south through Chinatown...bright lanterns swing above and glistening rows of roasted ducks (head and all!) hang in the windows...

Following the sun I find myself popping out of the narrow streets and into a luminous green garden at Embankment on the north side of the river. Families and friends crowd the little cafe, all making the most of the splendid crisp air...

Dodging traffic and continuing on my way, I pass a plein air painter making the most of the weather and the light on the Thames and the Houses of Parliament...

The Southbank bustles with vendors, booksellers and customers, all wiling away the afternoon with bits and bobs and creased book spines...Further on, my destination, a friend and more open air browsing. Two fresh faced Londoners discovering the city for themselves. Turning up surprises around corners, delights just waiting to be found.

Conker Season

One of the lovely things about being in London is a real and proper fall. The weather turns, the leaves start to fall and conkers arrive! Conkers?! What are conkers?! Well conkers are actually horse-chestnuts, or rather a game that all children in the British Isles grew up playing called conkers. It's a fairly simple game with two players. Each player finds a chestnut and ties it to a bit of string. Then the players square off and smack the hell out of each other's chestnuts 'til one of them breaks...and thus the player with the surviving chestnut becomes the reigning conker-er!

The path pictured above is part of my walk to Uni. It is a veritable conker ally.

For me chestnuts always bring up childhood memories of Vienna. There, chestnuts or konkers are known as Kastanien or if they are the edible kind of chestnut (you know the ones we sing about at Christmas time) they are known as Maroni. I use to love picking up the glossy shiny (shiny in a very earthy not plasticy way) chestnuts on my walk to kindergarten with my dad through the Schönbrunn Palace gardens and I can still hear the street vendors shouting "heisse Maroni!!" (hot roasted chestnuts!)

Ah fall...I have missed you...

I couldn't resist getting up close and personal.

West End Girl (for the moment at least!)

I really should have titled this Art in Derelict Spaces. However, since I will, for one month only, be a West End girl I figured I may as well use the title while I can! :-)

Art in derelict spaces refers to the beginning of my weekend. A boy, whom I have never met, though exchanged pleasantries with on Facebook, invited me to check out a theater (or rather I should say theatre) or really more a theatrical/performance art event taking place in an abandon building in the West End. Since I haven't as of yet established a tribe of friends here in London, being at loose ends on a Friday evening I thought I'd check it out....the fact that said boy was going to be in pants (that's underwear in American) and was rather cute was just a bonus!

So armed with a map in my head and dressed in my pinstripe fire pants (and I mean American pants this time, not British pants...oh the pants are making this all confusing!...typical) I headed out into the West End to check out the event. After one slightly wrong turn I managed to find the place, only to find it was 7 quid to get in and then money to "tip" the various events. Back out the door to find a cash point (aka ATM)...at this point I began to question the point of my quest! Why was I going out? To an event with potentially awkward situations, involving odd avante garde theater occurring in front of an audience of two? (where I would be #2) Without a wingman? Solo? ...but I said to myself, "right, Heidi! Don't be a mouse, what's the worst that could happen?!!" (and I didn't allow myself to answer that question)

Cash in hand and back through the door...I wandered down a few hallways searching for something to see...closed doors and theater in progress. At one door they asked if I wanted to play a game. "What kind of game?" I asked cagily. The reply was suitably vague...in for a penny...

The night unfolded in vignettes. The "game" was...confusing, but amusing. The bar area and "live stage" confirmed my nonexistent-audience fears. The "casino" was typically avante garde. The "puppet poker" was fantasic...but I never found the boy in the pants. All too soon the evening was over and I had hardly seen all there was on offer. A quick chat at the bar with an actor from the "game", then out into the night, into the West End...with the boy in his pants nowhere to be scene or rather seen...maybe he was putting on his pants?!