We're back...after something of an absence. Put it down to exhaustion across the board...we've overdosed on Festival frivolities...The Great Escape, Glastonbury, Lovebox and Reading, our Hunter wellington boots have sprung a leak as a result! Add to that a lot of time spent in airports en route to here, there and bloody everywhere it seems. But its September time and like an inverted wild animal we're out of our summer hibernation just as Miss. Tiggywinkle and her fluffy friends chez Madame Potter go into hibernation. Bon Nuit little friends.
As the tendrils of Autumn reach ever further, growing thicker and thicker London town has woken up from its summer siesta. The children are back at school...as are their mothers who seem to drive an armada of tanks bigger than the year before, we rather liked the discussions on the Today programme on Radio 4 last week about school pressures and a particular purple protractor belonging to Arabella Weir's daughter... a purple protractor? We never had such coloured mathematical hardware back in the day.
So expect a bevvy of posts to come...every gallery worth their weight in white spaciousness seems to have had an opening from the East to the West and the fashion set have flown the flag just as high with a grand night out last week in honor of fashion night out. This week sees the fashion pack arrive in London and give it a month and it will be time for Frieze Art Fair..crazy times...but we think that in between these two mega events there might well be time for a little trip to LaLa land? Who knows.
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