I’ll bet he does yoga…..
In the summer when the temperature reaches 90 degrees plus, New York City comes into its own.. as a place of unbearable, unremitting humidity, delicious insanity and occasionally and somewhat incongruously, a haven of pastoral serenity…..
Fishing and Mac’n’cheese in Central Park…
abandoned easel and paints….
Melting Statue of Liberty….
Even the all time greats sometimes can’t make it here… Le Caprice RIP..
Barneys new vast shoe emporium…very cool in more ways than one..
Macaron stop at airconditioned Laduree.… on Madison
is 45rpm the coolest store in Manhattan/on the planet…? I think it might be…..
JD Salinger‘s The Catcher In The Rye...on sale at The Strand bookshop on 5th at 61st, the book with the chilliest Central Park references….remember how Holden‘s hair begins to freeze at the duck pond?
If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t know this was Central Park – right?-
To find this tiny and very beautiful lake take the entrance at around 60th and Central Park South and head west along the bottom of the park…..
I wrote about products that make working out easier in my WSJ column and I mentioned that I’d ‘Bikramed‘ (yes it is a verb in my vocabulary) in my Zaggora Hotpants . Several people were moved to suggest that was simply not possible… stay tuned because next time I’ll photograph them as soon as I take them off after class – think microwaved cellophane wrapper…complete with fetid pools of moisture. Now I come to think about it , it is rather like giving your bottom half a steam facial..best not to hold onto that image…
Clever Gap: their DVF for kids line doesn’t fit adults. I know because I tried. ‘You can’t take pictures’ grumbled an unhelpful sales assistant in their Hampstead branch. OK then, but I might just be a style blogger about to write something nice about you… .
A close friend of mine threw a 50th birthday party for her husband. True to her regular inimitable form, it included a troupe of Bollywood dancers (some of whom see to have arrived by way of Norway, but no matter) it was fun and chic and great people watching….
namaste and happy Saturdayxx
Several of you have commented that it’s nothing short of a miracle that this blog has been going for some months without so much as a mention of the ‘thing’ that has sustained me (mind and body) for the last 13 years or so. No not that. Yoga.
When I co-founded triyoga over a decade ago, very few people in London were into yoga. One of the other founders Jonathan Sattin thought we should try to give yoga a different spin over here a la the USA and together with Simon Low and marketing brain Ford Ennals that’s what we did.
Now triyoga is the largest yoga centre in Europe, Sattin has opened 3 other centres and Simon Low is teaching all over the world. Me, I do my own practice and lately have done something I swore I’d never do -i’ve come over all ‘Bikram’ (that’s not me below, but it is ‘the man’….and of course, nobody stands on anybody in Primrose Hill…
Bikram Yoga - with Bikram Choudhury (Photo credit: tiarescott)
Why study an offshoot practice that has made one man very wealthy? As a lapsed catholic I’m familiar with that concept. Lets just say I got bored with my own practice and when I go to triyoga in Primrose Hill I notice all the things that need re-doing and – frankly- after 13 years of Hatha yoga, I was curious. The first thing to know about Bikram though is (without prejudice) it’s not really yoga. It’s a set of yoga inspired postures, which held for a long time in the considerable heat, have the effect of raising your heart rate and making you rather bendy. They say anyone can do yoga (I don’t agree with that) but truly anyone with a couple of modifications can do Bikram. Think of it as a 90 minute trip to Delhi wherein you touch down, get off the plane and onto the tarmac and do lots of stretches amongst a group of scantily dressed ‘others’ in various stages and shapes of fitness and then go home and take a shower. I like Bikram Primrose Hill not just because it’s on my doorstep but because its clean and it doesn’t smell that bad. I’ve smelt some Bikram studios in my time (New York and San Francisco predominantly) and well lets just say this is a great improvement. Plus the teaching is good. Really good. There’s a nice Welsh lady who makes you feel like you are in an overheated and prolonged episode of Gavin and Stacey and a small feisty teacher called Sintra who spouts nothing but good sense ‘yoga is not about learning to stand on your head it’s about learning to stand on your own two feet’. So there you have it.Try it
I’m including this pre-class pic which I wouldn’t normally do – but I’m pretty sure you can’t make out anyones face here…
The other thing I wanted to mention is my new favourite place Cafe Lanka. Its in Primrose Hill too. It’s run by Japanese Chef Masayuki Hara who specializes in British/French food. Delicious cakes, amazing coffee apparently (I don’t drink it but all of my friends do). The Jasmine tea is divine…
Great service and you can poke your nose into the kitchen and talk to ‘chef’ – that is if he hasn’t come out to check whether or not you are having a good time. He cooks everything in this tiny kitchen.