I’ve been coveting gorgeous things again. Nothing I need, just pretty stuff I want. I’m designing my dream home in my head (and in my pinterest account). I spotted a couple of lighting accoutrements recently in magazines which brought Alexander & Pearl to my attention. It’s all ridiculously expensive, so I’m never going to buy it, but some of this stuff is great inspiration. They do more than lighting too, but let’s be sensible here, I can only tackle one element of my Grand Design at a time.
Black and Gold Table Spotlight: £125 for the mister’s private study. Tres masculine, non? And will perfectly complement the old school globe-shaped drinks cabinet.
Bird Cage Chandelier: £595, for the jungle-like conservatory with goldfish pond and tinkly fountain. (Like the one in the film Green Card, please).
Claw Chandelier: £895, okay, there’s nowhere I can imagine this beast going, but I thought I’d include it anyway because it’s kind of cool and creepy in an alien-octopus hybrid way…
Next on the list for Dream Home accessory shopping: door knobs. One step at a time…
Oh my days, my tummy/arms/bum/quads hurt! I’m such a weakling right now. I’ve just completed the third week of my May challenge, and it’s been a bit of a mixed bag to be honest. If you’ve been following my progress you’ll know I’ve been aiming to develop some healthier habits, and that some aspects of the challenge are proving much easier than others…
Eat better: I’m still going stong on this one! Which I’m actually pretty surprised about as I’m a total foodie. I have eaten out a lot this week but it’s been mostly healthy (have you ever tried Georgian food? Peruvian? Both are new to me and are delicious) and I’ve managed to keep the calorie count pretty low overall.
Drink less: I’ve not gone ‘out’ this past week, other than for dinner, so have a had a few glasses of wine with food but nothing like the usual hedonism. Okay, a BBQ on Saturday night involved quite a bit of wine but it was all red and therefore good for my heart.
Get some fresh air: Oh, what a big fat fail this week. The bike ride I was hoping to do on the weekend never happened as I somehow got sucked into an epic impromptu spring cleaning mission… Fingers crossed for this weekend.
Start enjoying exercise: I’ve managed a couple of early morning pilates/yoga sessions which have made me sore (result!) and I actually really enjoyed them. I’m not a natural ‘morning person’ but I’m starting to think this is the best time for me personally to try and fit in some exercise.
(BTdubs: While looking for some images to pretty up this post, I stumbled across a thing called Punk Yoga, and discovered that some of these classes are held at a place called – I shit you not – ‘The KooKoo Factory’. I love a bit of yoga but think I’ll stick with doing it in the flat for now. I can barely keep my balance while sitting at my desk, so don’t have the cojones to try doing warrior pose, and being punk, in public. Le sigh.)
Score: 7/10 – Slow and steady improvements, but I’m still finding reasons/excuses to avoid going hardcore with the exercise.
Next week’s goal: Next week is the last offical week of my challenge. I need to prove to myself that I can step it up a gear so that by the time June starts I’ve got a good routine going on and got the right headspace and motivation to keep trying to improve. I told myself at the start of the month no more excuses, so I’m pledging to do 5 sessions by this time next week or… or… or I won’t be my friend any more. So ner.
I’m a ‘normal’ on the ouside but a right proper darkling on the inside, so was happy to discover that it’s World Goth Day today. You can celebrate by moping around in black lipstick if you like, or do something more fun, like having a look at my top 5 alternative style blogs, downloading a free track, rewatching The Crow or Bram Stoker’s Dracula with your freinds, quote-along style, or disocver something new – buy a copy of American Mary (directors the Soska Sisters very kindly agreed to sign my copy and send it back to me! Eeep! They are SO lovely!).
I bloody LOVE bank holiday weekends. Friday is payday so I’m gonna try and get some tickets sorted for the London Rollergirls – the mister and I went to our first roller derby match last year and it was brilliant, I had to resist the urge to buy a pair of skates. I’m off to see the Savages ( ohmygodyesssssoexcited!) and some others at Field Day on Saturday, but will be starting the day off calmly with this muzak-tastic Breaking Bad-themed spotify list.
‘Having deconstructed everything, we should be thinking about putting it back together’
Sunday and Monday could be spent in the city or countryside, depending on the weather… If we’re staying in the city I’d like to get some cultural osmosis organised. You may have noticed my favourite thing in the world right now is Vice - I’m completely addicted to reading and watching their stuff – so I can’t wait to go and see this exhibition of illustrations at Shoreditch’s Pure Evil Gallery. And did I mention this People of Soho photography show yet? There’s also an exhibtion about to open at the Museum of Childhood that looks really interesting – it’s all about children’s war games and weapons from 1800 to the present day, and there’ll be related essays and lecture announcements added here throughout its run. Much less culturally enlightening, but equally violence-related, is a weekend-long pop-up event to celebrate the release of the new Resident Evil game - Miss Cakehead, the gory confectioner, has turned a swimming pool into a massive blood bath. Apparently tickets sold out in under two minutes, but you can win some here. And if all that feels like too much effort after a day of a drinking in a field, there’s always the option to be utterly lazy and just slob out at the cinema. Star Trek or Iron Man 3? Both? I’ll need to consult Comic Book Girl 19…
To wrap up LDN week here in a timely fashion (what? It’s my blog, I can make a week eight days long if I want), I set a few questions for Mr C and I about the whole experience of leaving our cosy, comfortable life in Swansea and moving to London a year and a half ago. We both answered the questions separately, being as honest as possible, and there was no limit on how long or short an answer could be. The results are in…
What was your first month here like?
Lucy: It was a mixed bag of emotions. There was an enormous amount of relief having finally packed up our old house in Swansea and found a decent flat to move into (flat hunting here is horrible). It was loved up because we’d only just got married and had been living apart for three months while Mr C started his new job here, so getting to live together again was a very welcome change from just seeing each other at weekends. I was excited beacuse we’d finally managed to get here. I was also terrified. I had no job for the first time since I was about thirteen, no friends in the area we were living in, and despite visiting the city dozens of times for work and play over the years, I had no idea what life was going to be like here and how the move would shape our future.
Mr C: My first month was a little odd. I got married and moved to London in the same month but my new wife wasn’t able to join me for another few months. Friends very kindly offered to put me up on the opposite side of the city from my office until I found my own flat. By huge coincidence my host worked in the next office to mine so I never felt alone during my London introduction. Apparently the hardest thing about moving to London is making friends but, with a massive thanks to my hosts (you know who you are), I didn’t have that problem. My work colleagues were also a very social bunch who took me for many post work pints. So my first month in London was not difficult or intimidating. The only thing I would have liked to change was the absence of my wife.
What are the best things about living in London?
Lucy: Well, I revealed a lot of my favourite (and most hated) things about the city here, so I won’t repeat myself. But in a much broader sense I think it’s the limitless possibilities that open up to you here. You’re so spoiled for choice. Everyone can sculpt their own version of London. Everyone can sculpt their own version of themselves here. I like the pace here (most of the time) – I like walking fast and I like keeping busy and the city really buoys that momentum.
Mr C: Urban options – by this I mean pubs, restaurants, clubs, theatres, events and generally things to do. There is never a quiet moment in London, which is both good and bad. There are so many areas and pubs that I would like to get to know well, but because there are so many I can’t really claim to know any! You are totally spoilt for choice. London is a great historical city with the architecture and cultural mishmash to match. Everywhere you look there is something to appreciate. The best way to experience this is by cycling around London. I took the tube to work for a year and couldn’t put the various areas of London together in my mind. All that I knew was what surrounded the tube stations, but getting on a bike will put the city together for you and help you appreciate it more.
What was the hardest part of moving our lives here?
Lucy: In hindsight, getting married, quitting my job and moving house all within the same 10 week period was not the ideal way to do it (duh). Mr C got offered a great opportunity here that just happened to start a fortnight before our wedding was planned. We’d been thinking about the move for so long that we just decided to go for it. I handed in my notice, and that’s how one of the most stressful periods of my life started. The first month of job hunting was optimistic. The second was full of enforced optimism. By the third month panic had set in. I had some freelance work on but couldn’t do that full time as well as commit myself fully to dozens of job applications. I applied for about 60 positions before I stopped counting – I started with dream jobs, then broadened the search wider and wider until it got to the point where I was applying for anything and everything that would pay a wage. We’d underestimated how expensive moving here would be, and I’d been sure that I’d get a job within the first couple of months if I stayed open to the possibility that I might have to swallow my pride and lower my expectations if needs be. The low point was being turned down for a temporary data entry role which happened on a Friday afternoon just a couple of hours before we had guests coming to stay for the weekend, and I think then I decided to have a break from the job search. Having no financial independence (and therefore none of the freedom that provides) was absolutely horrific, I was stuck alone in the flat for days on end, my self-esteem was crushed and my stress levels reached new peaks. It took a while to bounce back from that. Thankfully after about five months I found a job and our finances started balancing out again. And finally, we were able to start enjoying London.
Mr C: Firstly, Lucy’s happiness. It took her a lot longer to settle into London. During this period she didn’t get out often and lost a lot of her confidence by having a hard time looking for a job in a very competitive industry. The flat we moved into was closer to where I worked, but further from our friends, which didn’t help. Next was finances. London is a very expensive place to live in. Accommodation is criminally expensive, drinks, food, just about everything costs a factor more than anywhere else. For the first few months, with just one income, credit cards became our saviour. My personal issue with moving to London is the reason why I specified ‘urban’ options for the above question. London is a long drive away from any natural features, other than the Thames and you wouldn’t want to swim in that. You don’t have easy access to beaches or mountains – something that can be taken for granted. If I want to go for a ride on my mountain bike I need do about six hours of driving in order to get there and back. (I’ll also add that parking in London is impossible. I recently needed to call into a bank branch before driving north and spent about an hour looking for somewhere to part for five minutes, before giving up and finding a branch in a small town en route where parking was not an issue.)
If you were a billionaire for one weekend, how would you spend your time here?
Lucy: I’d start the weekend with a romantic meal, just Mr C and I. I don’t know where – probably one of the places I’ve never even considered going to, like the Ritz or Claridges. Saturday I’d go on a legendary shopping spree. First on the list would be a yacht to keep at the docks here so we’d never had to flat hunt again, next would be loads of interior décor stuff to personalise it, then I’d start filling up my new walk-in wardrobes. Then in the afternoon I’d bus all of our friends to London. I’d rent out the aquarium so that all of our friends could have a private tour, then we’d head to one of the top floors of The Shard for an epic party, and at midnight we’d have a huge fireworks display. Sunday morning would involve a long lazy brunch with everyone at The Filling Station, with lots of steak and eggs and the mandatory hair of the dog. Then Mr C and I could go recover for a few hours in a really posh spa before retiring to our new yacht and being served wine and cheese and grapes while we decide where to sail to next.
Mr C: That’s a really tough question. I know how I could spend lots of money, but very little of what I dream of doing is city based. I guess I’d probably rent the penthouse in the Shard, maybe I could pay the queen to kiss my feet (she probably wouldn’t accept that offer seeing as though she is also a billionaire), rent a box at one of the big clubs, e.g. Arsenal or Chelsea, to watch Swansea win away from home with all my mates, play a game of high-stakes poker in the Hippodrome, have a luxurious private party on a boat, treat my wife at Tiffany’s, treat myself to at least one of the beautiful classic cars you see in the windows of dealers around the city, and then, having spent so much money recklessly, I would like do something that will help ease my guilty conscience, like donate money to a worthy cause like Crisis.
What do you miss most about home?
Lucy: Friends and family, of course. The beach, the salty air, being within walking distance of most of our friends, being able to sit in a beer garden and say hi to every other person who walk by because you know them. The laidback feel of the place. And our house. Our lovely, quiet, little house on the hill and our gorgeous garden with its views of the sea. We both spent ages nostalgically looking at photos of it the other day on our estate agent’s website.
Mr C: Obviously when you leave somewhere you’ve been for a long time you are going to miss your family and friends. I’ve already been through that before when leaving Ireland, so it wasn’t so much of a shock for me this time, and I have been back to Wales a lot since moving to London. I think the thing I miss the most is the countryside. I grew up surrounded by fields and I know that one day I will move back to the country. True peace and quiet is not to be found in London. There is always noise and light pollution – always at least a dull rumble in the background. A starry night sky, pure silence in bed, and beautiful scenery full of natural features to explore by foot, bike or otherwise… for me these are the things I miss the most.
What would you change about the moving process, or our time here so far?
Lucy: I’d have taken a year to recover from planning/surviving the wedding and saved up some money to make the move a bit easier and to take the pressure of Mr C. Perhaps during that year I would have worked my notice anyway and set up as a freelancer full time when there was less risk involved. It’d be amazing to be freelancing full time and pulling in enough money to pay my half of the considerable living costs here. I absolutely hate not being able to do that. Also, we would have sorted and packed up the house together over time, rather than doing it by myself which was a really long, thankless task that I had to start immediately after our honeymoon. I started off being super organised and methodical, but our storage unit is still such complete chaos I can’t face it. I’d like to chuck a petrol bomb in there and never think about it again, but I’m afraid I’ve got some clothes and books in there that I need to rescue at some point…
Mr C: I wish my wife could have found her perfect job within a short time of moving to London. I also think we should have prioritised our private time in London over our work time – by that I mean we should have decided to live closer to friends than work (my mistake) in our first year. That would have helped a lot with settling in.
Has the move/living here changed you? Me? Us?
Lucy:I think so. Despite the rocky start I think my confidence has doubled. I certainly worry less about what people think now. I think I’ve become more independent too, as I’ve got so many options in terms of what to do with my spare time. I’ve also had to become more laidback in terms of our home environment. I’m usually a bit OCD about where I live, and Mr C is the opposite. In a small flat with too much stuff in it to keep tidy, especially as we’re both working full-time and have other commitments, I have to compromise and chill out about it or I’d go mad (though often if the living room is in a really bad state I can’t face sitting in so will hide in the bedroom all evening). I think as a couple we’ve grown stronger – we certainly put ourselves through it during our first year of marriage and we proved to ourselves that perseverance and patience goes a long way. I don’t think living here has changed my husband much though – I think he’ll always be the same, wherever we live.
Mr C: I don’t feel changed by the move to London. To be honest, I barely feel changed since I was 13 years old! People say that living in London makes you hard – not in a good way. At least that’s what several people warned me of – ‘don’t let London harden you’. I think that very much depends on the person. Some people are like chameleons – they change their behaviour and even accents to fit in with those around them. Others are comfortable being themselves in any situation. I think the move to London, while being more difficult for my wife, has had a very positive impact on her. In order to create a life here she has had to increase her self-confidence and get used to more challenging situations. She has managed this and as a result she is much happier than before. At least that’s how it seems to me!
Has anyone else found this week to be hellish long? My favourite thing about this week, hell maybe this year, is that Katrina (of Katrina & The Waves) is publishing a photo book featuring her dog, Peggy Lee, exploring London. Peggy Lee likes buying books at Southbank, getting tattoo advice, checking out graffitti. Time Out featured a good selection of the images here. There’s just so many levels of random yay going on here. I must have this book.
Here are a few more London-themed procrastination promoters for ya:
The best London blogs according to Elle are these five, no wait six, and include blogs about style, restauarnt reviews, and dodgy looking shop windows…
… but they missed Shit London! Surely THE best London blog?!
On a slightly different note: the team behind the LDN-based Vagenda Magazine have a wee kickstarter set up to try and expand the project. I love them because they say things like this: ‘We definitely wouldn’t spend the two grand on – cigarettes, alcohol, or legal and non-legal hallucinogens, vajazzles, online dating membership.’ If you like what they do, consider chucking them a few quid in support.
Right, that’s it for now folks, I’m heading back to the grindstone for a few hours. Happy clicking.
London is an incredible place, but like everything else in life it has it’s downsides. I’ve been brainstorming all the things I love most and hate most about it for this LDN Week edition of Things-I-Love Thursday…
Things I LOVE about London
Waking up and the world is your oyster – you have so much choice here it’s hard to pick what to do ♥ Crossing the river never gets old ♥ Shopping in Camden and ending up with the most random things ♥ Walking along Southbank ♥ The ever changing fountains outside St Martin’s College ♥ Late night museum events ♥ The crazy alcove at Gordon’s Wine Bar ♥ The deer in Richmond Park ♥ So many stylistas ♥ The way the atmosphere changes when the sun comes out ♥ People unafraid to be themselves ♥ Brompton cemetery ♥ Getting any boat to anywhere ♥ Just-Eat bringing a thousand different meals to your doorstep ♥ The electric in the air at the start of the weekend♥ Working five minute’s walk away from Oxford Street ♥ All the free magazines – especially Stylist on Wednesday mornings and ES on Friday evenings ♥ The amazing variety of places to eat, drink, see, do ♥ Never-ending secrets and surprises ♥ Feeling like you’re part of something epic!
Things I HATE about London
Waking up and the world is your oyster – you have so much choice here it’s hard to pick what to do ↓ King’s Cross commuter hell every morning ↓ Living in a box ↓ Missing the last tube and getting the night bus ↓ Chuggars, scrounging scallies and salesmen ↓ Being skint forever!
I’m now two weeks into my self-imposed May challenge, and slowly but surely I’m developing some healthier habits (honestly from where I was, the only way to go was up). At this point I’m starting to feel the difference a little bit too. I’ve got a wee bit more energy and my head feels clearer, and the beer belly has begun to deflate.
Eat better: I’ve carried on with low carbs/fat approach, and also started reducing my salt and caffeine intake. Mint tea is my new favourite thing. I’ve only had one naughty food day this week which involved binging on a massive Thai takewaway, breaking pretty much every rule in the book.
Drink less: I’ve had a few small glasses of wine throughout the week, but only one night out. Friday was a friend’s birthday and there were plans for karaoke, so it was inevitably going to involve some degree of insobriety. However, I have now learned that drinking lots of wine on a stomach deprived of carbs results in extreme drunkeness, missing out on karaoke, losing your phone, and, worst of all, losing the next day to a massive hangover and the aforementioned Thai feast.
Get some fresh air: Hmm, not so much this week. I’ve had only one evening outside, so am determined get out and to do something this weekend. Perhaps I’ll try out my new bike. I’m a bit nervous about riding around London – the traffic is mental. Maybe I’ll borrow Mr C’s full body armour.
Start enjoying exercise: Reader, I did it. I did some actual exercise this week. Not a lot, and not very hard, but I’ve been walking and swimming a bit and I can already feel my muscles loosening up and my whole body becoming a bit more balanced. There’s no way these arms are going to reach Sarah Conner form any time soon, but I do love swimming. I like the way it works all muscles but is low impact so my knees and hips don’t complain. And it makes me smile.
Score: 6.5/10 - A vast improvement on the score of ’1′, which I started out on, but could do much better!
Next week’s goal: I’m going to aim for a whole week without a slip in the food and alchohol department, and step up the exercising to actual sweat levels. Am still trying to figure out a schedule – exercise in the morning is such a jolt to the system, and it’s not an ideal time to find motivation after 6pm when you’ve been working all day and have dinner to cook and blogs to write… In my former, more flexible job, I used to go to the gym around 3pm, when the afternoon slump was kicking in and I wasn’t at my most productive at work. Seriously, how do 9-5 folk do it?!
After a year and a half of exploring the city I still feel like I’ve only skimmed the surface. That being said, I have found some places to eat, drink and be merry, that I could go to again and again, and every time people come and visit I tried to squeeze in one or more of these options. I’ve probably mentioned most of these before, but I don’t care. I think businesses deserve a big shout out when they work hard to get things right. For me, getting things right means that the decor is interesting, service is friendly and unpretentiousness, and the food and drink is great in terms of quality and value. These are my tried and tested LDN Week favourites. In fact, I love these places so much they deserve a full write up with photos at some point. Oh damn, I’ll have to go visit them all again to remind myself…
For a drink with view
The bar at Sushisamba on the 39th floor of the Herron Tower. The cocktails are reassuringly expensive, but the beer is only a fiver and wine is seven quid, and happy bar staff make you feel very welcome. Totally worth it for the lift ride alone, even if it turned my legs to jelly for almost an hour.
For a steak
Splash out on ‘The Transylvanian’ at Garlic & Shots after you’ve jump started your metabolism with a ‘Bloodshot’. Probably the best steak I’ve ever tasted.
For cocktails
The Lockside Lounge, Camden. The staff are really chilled and friendly and they serve 32 ounce cocktails in gigantic jars, including the ‘Slow Walk Home’, which looks like this:
For quiet tapas
Condesa near Covent Garden. This teeny place is the perfect hideaway from the crowds. The menu is small but perfectly formed, and the rather gorgeous staff will talk you through your options, recommend which beer you might like, and tell you when you may have ordered too much food because your eyes are bigger than your belly…
For loud tapas
Costa Dorada near Tottenham Court Road do a great tapas selection. There are live flamenco acts too, after which the empty tables are moved aside and the place turns into a late night club-type place with Europop and Europoppers.
For feeling swish
A champagne at Searcys after swanning through one of my favourite buildings, St Pancras Hotel.
For lazy Sundays
The roast dinners, wine, and cheeseboards at The Angelic are to die for – and we absolutely love their staff. Mr C and I love to sit upstairs in the gorgeous dining room and take our time – it never seems to get too busy, which is a godsend when you want a nice slow Sunday. And when you pop to the loo you get to listen to Radio 4 podcasts. Perfick…
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See? What I said yesterday about temptation being everywhere here is so true… Perhaps I should spend some time this month finding some super healthy places to eat and drink at in the capital. Any suggestions?!
As promised, as part of LDN week here are the top five things I’ve learned about London so far…
1) You’ll never be the right temperature again
We’re in Britain, so it’s rarely warm enough outside to wander around comfortably without a few hundred layers on. When it is, the underground turns into a furnace, and some crazyheads decide to put the aircon on. Seriously people, just because it’s not snowing outside that doesn not mean we need to turn buildings into refridgerators. On top of all this, our current flat is like suntrap in the mornings. So the day goes like this: Wake up: hot and flustered, leave house with minimal clothing. Wait for bus: get cold, add a jacket and scarf. Board underground: remove jacket and scarf but start sweating anyway. Emerge from underground: put jacket back on. Enter office: remove jacket and fan yourself. Sit still and work for eight hours: grow increasingly cold, add cardigan, jacket, scarf, 8 hot drinks, oil heater. Leave office and re-enter underground: strip… I like to think of it as a fun daily challenge to dress myself for summer and winter at the same time through the power of peelable layers.
2) You have the power of invisibility
Commuting to work can feel a bit like you’re the puck at an ice hockey game. On the bus people will physically push you of the way, usually into the path of another stranger who’ll ricochet you into another frustrated commuter, and so on. When you walk through a crowd here it’s like playing chicken with a hundred people at the same time. Most of the people here would rather step over your dead body than make eye contact. It could get you down if you let it, but I choose to think about it in a positive light. Nobody can see me, therefore nobody can see me when I shuffle to the shops in pyjama bottoms and a hoody on a Sunday morning. Or when I drop all my stuff everywhere and have to pick it all up again (I’m very clumsy, it happens often). Or like last night, when the wind blows something into my eye and I have to stumble home half blind looking like a crazy woman with one eye streaming red and mascara everywhere. I have no embarassment here, cos I’m Invisible Girl!
3) It’s hard to make new friends in your 30s
In Wales you don’t have to work hard to make friends. You don’t have to work at it all, it just happens, whether you want it to or not. Every person you sit next to in a pub is a potential friend, and you only have to talk to them for a few minutes to figure out who you know in common. You know that theory about the six degrees of separation? In Wales there are only two. In London though, most people of our age already have their circle of friends and don’t need new ones. I had to get pretty proactive during my first months here, shamelessly inviting myself to things and initiating conversations with people who at first weren’t at all interested. I had to be socially pushy which was way out of my comfort zone. There were a few red-faced moments but I powered through and learned a lot about how to hide the shy.
4) Your feet will hurt all of the time
Heels, flats, boots, trainers, whatever. It doesn’t matter what you put on your feet, they are going to kill you. You cover so many miles here that you start to understand why people are so fighty about nabbing a seat on the tube for a 3 minute-long journey. The good news is that a) it’s totally worth it, b) you can numb the pain with the various distractions covered in point 5 below, and c) you just get used to it. My feet have been beaten into submission and can pound the pavements for hours before I cry defeat. My lord they do not look pretty for it though.
5) London wants you be fat and drunk
Nobody drives here and therefore literally any time of any day is a potential pint o’clock. There is an out-of-this-world selection of happy hours, cocktail bars, and amazing restaurants. An insane amount of socialising revolves around drinks and food… Fancy a quick lunchtime pint/after work catch-up/ pre-theatre cocktail,/post-dinner nightcap/wine for the table/wine for the cheeseboard? Tonight we’re celebrating a birthday/a promotion/a leaving do/a Friday… But even apart from these social excuses, London is conspiring to makes us all fat and drunk. For example, I go to a work event. On a Monday evening. In a library full of rare, antique books… and there is free wine. I stock up on salad for the week at work… there are free sandwiches and crisps in the kitchen. There is a fruitbowl in the office… it is obscured by the biscuit and chocolate bowl. I walk to the tube… there are free tasters. If the devil walks on earth, he lives in a city like this. Temptation is everywhere. I love you London, but keeping all this fun from wrapping itself around my belly is such hard work…
(Note – London will not give you a waistline like this.)
So, seen as it’s LDN Week here I’m going to share a London photographer with you today. Yes, I could have picked several bigger, better-known giants of the photographic world. Everybody already knows and loves Bad Boy Bailey’s fun, simple rock and roll portraits (though have you seen his book Trouble and Strife? Much more interesting), everyone can appreciate Cecil Beaton’s technical genius… But I’m bringing you the work of Corrine Day.
Corrine Day was born in Ickenham in 1965. A self-taught fashion photographer, she worked with major magazines and brands in the nineties and naughties. But it’s her documentary photography that made an impact on me. I remember finding her book ‘Diary’ at my university library and being genuinely shocked. I didn’t understand it at first. It was so ugly, so distressing to look at.
Day photographed herself and her group of friends over a period of ten years, along with their empty bottles, tears, needles, pregnant bellies, wracked-up lines, blood-stained knickers. There was a quote on the back of the book that stuck with me:
Good friends make you face the truth about yourself and you do the same for them, as painful, or as pleasurable, as the truth may be.
This stuff was raw. As I looked through, I started feeling for these characters, and for Day herself. Fragments of their stories are captured with tenderness, despair, absolute honesty.
Day worked a lot with The Face, i-D, Ray-Gun and Penthouse. She was lambasted by some for contributing to the rise of the heroin chic scene of the 90s, and it was her shots of Miss Moss that catapulted the teenager to fame in the same decade – both things was very uncomfortable with, as this Guardian article discusses.
She also shot this image of Moby, which I’m sure you’ll recognise:
Sadly she died of a tumor in 2010, living six years longer than she’d been told to expect, forcing her partner to keep photographing her all the while, saying later that ‘photography is about showing us things we don’t normally see’.