This is one of my favourite local walks. One walk. So many walls. So Many perspectives.

Another one of my favourite things is a white shirt. Okay, it's not just a favourite thing. It is a real obsession. I have been white-shirt-crazy since I was 15 and now that I am in the outer limits of 30 the obsession seems stronger than ever.

Shirt from Monki. Trousers from COS. Slip-ons from Office.

Shirt from Monki. Trousers from COS. Slip-ons from Office.
Shirt from Monki. Hair pins from COS.

Shirt from Monki. Trousers from COS. Slip-ons from Office.
Cooker, mattress and assorted items from a floating skip barge.

It is fair to say that white shirts are the closest thing I have to life's uniform. I wear them wherever I am. No matter how mucky.

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| Life | Just Reset

Some weeks are meant to test us and by Friday we wind up with knots grinding us down, down, down.

Weekends is the time to reset our minds and ease our souls back into their natural groove. Bad vibes, get left outside the door. No space for them here since the little man arrived.

Eames DAR chair by Vitra. Elephant comforter from Jojo Maman Bebe.

Bedding from Muji

Book by Oliver Jeffers

Mobile by Flensted from Howkapow

Glo-ball lamp by Jasper Morrison for FLOS
Totoro puppet by Sun Arrow

We linger in bed together a little longer. We watch swallows glide across the skies of our bedroom. We read stories in funny voices. We play with soft toys. We hide under our pillows, We pull funny faces and laugh till our faces ache. 

We do anything to see the little man smile.

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| Photo Diary | Dead Lock

"Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs." 
Le Corbusier.

The locks of east London have become a source of fascination for us. We walk aside them accompanying their murky passengers as canal turns into river. 

It's the combination how the bridges make lines that cut across the fluidity of the water. The neglect, containment and stagnation against the perpetuity of the river. Then the colour palate of dirty muted shades that make these waterways a place of beauty for us. 

Not everyone will shares our taste. It is not a place that can be immediately appreciated as pleasing to the eye. The beauty of this place needs to be earned and learned and in turn it enriches our aesthetic horizons.

These photos were taken along the Lee Navigation in Bow Creek. We highly recommend this area for interesting walks.

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| Photo Diary I Sunset Snack

From where we are;
Sunset casts a jagged horizon.
Slabs of shadow,
Spray can clouds,
Graffiti skies.
I want to devour the sight.
Digest it into my memory.

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| Shop | The Peanut Vendor

A couple of weeks ago, we found The Peanut Vendor on one of our walks. Since then, we've stopped by a few times for coffee, cacti or just an eyeful.

The Peanut Vendor is filled with a tempting assortment of gifts, furniture and spiky or spike-less plants jostling amid intoxicating aroma of good coffee. 

I was so happy to spot some items from independent makers and sellers such as The Earl of EastMeticulous Ink and Concrete Jungles on the shelves

Located on Gunmakers Lane, The Peanut Vendor enjoys an inviting location within sight of the Hertford Union Canal and the vast Victoria Park beyond that. 

We definitely recommend a visit if you are in the area.

Check out more places that we like HERE

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| MUSIC | Scorcher

LONDONERS! We hope you are all stepping out today. The sun is out and the day is glowing! Get out there and take the best of your good vibes with you.

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| Streets | Them Shoes

What are them shoes doing up there though?

Each time I've spotted a pair of shoes dangling from a high, high cable, the laces fused together in an impossible knot, I've wondered how and why they are up there.

Some people tell me that it started as a marker for dealers. Other reasons I've heard for the cases of floating footwear include, art, blithe mischief and even bullying. 

All are plausible. Yet for some reason I just can't help but bring the hidden town of Spectre to mine each time.

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| Photo Diary | In Orbit

When it comes to dizzy sky-high views of London; east is not the automatic direction that people have turned to. Then, came the ArcelorMittal Orbit. A looming helter-skelter of a structure that prefers to be called a sculpture than a viewing tower.

The Orbit is a big red beast of a thing that interrupts the east London skyline with its exposed guts. 

The Orbit shows London from its nursery of current growth. Like a real life SimCity, stuff sprouts up and gets plonked here. Rapid development is rushing through the area with all the grace of a bull in a china shop.  From the Orbit you can see a fledgling part of London grow its bones and see beyond into the heart of the city and yonder.

People often do abseil down the Orbit's flanks. However, we were more excited to hear that it would be living up to it's roller coaster like image very soon. Plans to install a colossal slide are currently coming into play and we are looking forward to the day we can see people enjoy the sculpture in a different way. 

It costs £15 to get in but for the same price you can sign up for an annual pass which, is exactly what we did. Oddly and, much to our disappointment, the Orbit shuts up at 6pm! We shall have to wait till winter to take in the views during the dark.

USEFUL LINKS http://arcelormittalorbit.com |

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| Home | Dancing Fish Mischief

How fabulous must it be to be known as an 'uromager' by profession! A Danish word that has no direct one word English translation but, basically 'uromager' means maker of mischievous things that are always on the move. 

One of the gifts that I bought Hiro for his birthday this year was a mobile made by the renowned husband and wife mobile making team, Flensted. Far from being an item just for the nursery, mobiles add an imaginative, playful and beautiful dimension to a room.

The delicate balance and soft motion of our 'shoal of fish' is mesmerising, equally spellbinding for us are the dancing shadows that they cast at night.  Watching the fish glide in the air has  become a natural, calming part of our everyday. It has even caught the attention of our little man who seems thoroughly enthralled with the shoal.

“The mobile’s life is hanging by a thread,
But there is still life. You can prove it:
If one day you should think its heart is dead,
A friendly whispering will move it.”

Now back to the beginning, would it not be crazy cool to be able to write; "maker of mischievous things that are always on the move" as your occupation on any given form that asks? I think so. So much so that I feel inspired to give mobile making a go. 

USEFUL LINKS | Flensted Mobiles | I bought this one from Skandium |

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Questions to myself...............

............"What is it about the sight of hazy hills in the distance that casts such an intricate web of gossamer melancholy over my heart?"

Hills with blurred outlines. Make me catch my breath. I could almost choke on the beauty.





I was born and lived at the foot of those hills that the inimitable Karen Blixen waxed lyrical about. The same hills that caught the imagination of Hemingway. I wish I had a photo to share with you...a photo that would summarise the hills that impressed their way into my childhood heart. I could do a Google search and find one - but it is not the same. The hills of my heart rise above the plains like huge fists, They punch the sky and, in their impact remain there in silhouette. Big, big knuckles on the horizon. That is how I remember the Ngong Hills. That is why I love hills. But no hills, no hills in the world can replace the hills of home.

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