Arabesque Apertures

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It’s a bit out on a limb, but well worth the effort to get there. You’ve never seen anything quite like the Institut du Monde Arabe in Paris. A stone’s throw from Jussieu metro station, its south facade is a showstopper. Thirty thousand metallic apertures form walls and windows that react to the sunlight all day long, dilating or contracting to let only a gentle light sift through to the inside world. It’s free to enter, so I went straight to the 9th floor restaurant and nabbed a window seat,  calmly sipping mint tea and watching the apertures whirr and mesh into position every few minutes. Shapes morphed, patterns emerged, just like a kaleidoscope. What an innovative way to recreate the beautiful arabesques that we associate with the region.

http://www.imarabe.org/preparer-ma-visite/informations-pratiques/acces

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BOOTS close up

Friends and family will concur that I have spent most of the last ten years in the same wardrobe. Silly as it sounds, you grow attached to the rags you live in when you rely on them as much as I do. These ruched leather boots – from an anonymous shoe shop in the backstreets of Aalborg – have done their time over and over again and now my trademark footwear has finally burst at the seams. How fitting that they spent their last days of service in my new stomping ground: by the sea.

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St Olaf House

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A trip to the doctors near London Bridge station was far more entertaining than I thought it would be. Next to the hospital is St Olaf House, completed in 1931 by English architect Goodhart-Rendel. The closer you get, the better it looks as colours and decorative details emerge: a cartoon-like representation of King Olave, gold leaf lettering, coats of arms, and lush black marble. The zigzag pattern on and above the main door remind me of the geometric patterns you find on Norman architecture. I wonder if that was the idea? Once through the front door, you’re definitely in the 1930s, looking at wood-panelled lifts and a quirky, brushed aluminium bannister. This place is so extraordinary close-up and yet I must have passed it umpteen times before without noticing it. Too busy dodging commuters and running away from noisy ambulances, no doubt.

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      (Taken February 2016 at St Olaf House, Tooley Street, London Bridge)

Upnor or Upnør?

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This post is very apt after Tuesday’s short trip to snowy Sweden. In a quintessentially English cobbled street, just a st20160115_115533one’s throw from the River Medway, sits the 16th century Upnor Castle, near Rochester. But far more intriguing is this red house that shrinks somewhat self-consciously behind trees and bushes at the opposite end of the lane. But ha! It can’t hide from me! In typical Scandinavian-style, it’s a looker, incredibly striking in perfect red and white simplicity. There’s something playful, childish and unfussy here: the deliberately assymmetric windows flout the rules, and the defiant red looks sensational against the sky, especially on a cold winter’s day in sunny England.

Sweden.(Gothenburg, Sweden, taken this week after a blizzard)

Seaplanes and Rochester

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My adopted hometown continues to evolve, often with a nod to the town’s illustrious past. This time, thank God it’s not Dickens-related or twee. The new Seaplane Works (SPW) cafe took me by surprise by paying homage to the Short Brothers who established a seaplane and flying boat factory here in the early 20th Century. Although the factory is long gone, well-known local residents have resurrected this neglected aspect of Rochester’s past, in an extremely stylish manner-just look at their simple and elegant logo. And in case you’re wondering, the coffee’s great too.

2022 update: sad to report that Seaplane Works closed during lockdown.

First Encounters…

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In the eighties, US junk food hit my radar. In the coolest red box with typical US bold type, I loved the contents and the whole bombastic packaging. Colette, an old school friend – who looked like Pocahontas – offered me a small handful of these crispy, cheesy pillows and I was hooked. Her American dad then worked at RAF Mildenhall and could buy exotic, imported junk food that only now we find over here in novelty American candy stores. Except Cheezits which are still hard to come by. Just as well, I guess!

Manhattan Gold

Manhattan Gold

Not so American but German is “Manhattan Gold” boutique in Düsseldorf. The owner picks up original pieces of jewellery, purses, clothes, and then even more jewellery from all over the world. These bracelets are wonderfully imaginative. I have the one with the cactus in the desert and the red and black “party time” theme which is an ode to the ’50s and Audrey Hepburn-style chic. The actual shop can be found at: Citadell Strasse 27, Düsseldorf, literally around the corner from the banks of the river Rhine.  Better call the shop before you go because I found it closed at odd times: (tel: +  49 211 5560388). They have a website now: http://www.manhattan-gold.de/

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Girlie Moment

I’m going back a few years now but there has to be a place on this blog for these, especially for the stir they created in the office. I came back from Toronto with a new purse, passport holder, and fancy luggage tag – thanks to the brilliant currency exchange rate back in 2008. Those days are gone, but the wallets are still in use and the Canadian company that made them is alive and kicking:  See Espe  http://www.espe.ca

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(n.b.orange purse with zips is French: Texier http://www.texier.com )

Kick Ass

Nuts like these don’t last 5 minutes in our house. The container, however, has been a regular reminder of a fun work trip to California a few years ago. I’m not really into upcycling, but this was too cool to throw away.

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