Not blog apathy but life atrophy… – I knew things were bad when a friend of mine @katemuir said to me whilst we were running ‘I haven’t seen you around on twitter lately’ – which is the modern day equivalent of saying ‘you don’t seem to be getting out much’.
So, here’s where I’ve been in the last two weeks (discounting a couple of visits to the local ER -see life atrophy)…
Chelsea Flower show.. the cool old boys – aka The Chelsea Pensioners and the L’Occitane garden
ever wondered what the judges at Chelsea looked like… i have.. see below….
well, it is Britain…
home of the well informed (tipped off) paparazzi – here they are outside my house- not for me (obv) but for some other poor female trying to push her baby on a swing in my garden square.. Nice.
I suppose you could accuse me of the same for taking a pic of these cute waiters at the Orlebar Brown party… but I mean, how could you not…?
here’s Julietta Dexter at the Orlebar party making Versace look very good… note the yoga body..
here’s the Orlebar Brown pop up truck. Genius idea. Watch out for it…
how great are these flowers done by a guest for a wedding at my local in Primrose Hill?..aaahh…x
on that note to finish….
lovely lanterns and the moon over Primrose Hill…
I’ve been away for a while so here’s a recap of what i’ve been up to in the last week or so… How to dress like The Queen: last Friday’s column in The Wall St Journal – I’m a republican (of the French variety) but still, you have to hand it to a woman who has created her own style and stuck to it for 60 years…. read it here
other stuff I’ve come across in the course of my working week….
Linda Evangelista look-alike currently working as a waitress at Granger &Co Notting Hill
very cool shades courtesy of Christian Dior and cupcake Lisa
dog in store …..Notting Hill again..
what all the best dressed ‘kids on the street’ are wearing – this time in Primrose Hill
UPS man’s Brazilian bracelet (purchased on a Rio beach)
Parliament Hill before a rainstorm (plenty of those around at the moment)…
Anya Hindmarch’s Maud – in celebration of Lizzie II complete with paper tiara and instructions for royal wave……
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.
At Primrose Bakery the girls are baking up a storm for London Fashion Week.
Co-owner Lisa Thomas and the bakery’s resident mad scientist has dreamed up some rose, lavender and orange water flavoured ‘bombes’ which are allegedly lower in calories than the original cupcakes. Here’s some backstage bakery action….
the best bits..
The chef is headed for sugar rehab….
A very fashionable order….
co-owner Lisa Thomas strikes a pose..
Front of House at Primrose Bakery, Primrose Hill