Chicken licken… A throwback to 2005, when I went travelling with my friend Richard in Thailand. This is from somewhere in Bangkok; a flock of golden cockerels.
I feel a little bit ill to think that it was a whole decade ago we ventured into the smoggy heat, exploring South East Asia for the first time. I’ll spare you the self-portrait – but think bleach blonde hair, white t-shirts and aqua-marine cotton skirts with a hem skimming my ankles.
The real London Eye. New North Road, Hoxton.
On my way home from work // on my way to work – about 12 hours apart in a small square off Tottenham Court Road. Until 1993, the BT Tower was classed as a state secret because of its strategic importance as a communications centre. Amazing. And uh, kind of hard to hide.
Mulled apple juice is heaven on earth. Fact. Especially if served with a bite of biscotti.
Christmas (and all the frippery it entails) has come to London. Eggnog latte, anyone?
London Fields is awash with giant leaves. And filled with happy puppy scurrying and having a boisterous good time. I can’t wait to get a dog – every weekend Thom and I seem to end up walking for hours and hours around the city – it would be great to have a small pal.
Exploring the marvellous Hauraki Gulf.
Home in Auckland. Jet lagged and walking around the harbourside in the early morning light.
28.10.11, or two years ago. My first autumn here, when we lived in a rowdy, freezing cold flat in Bethnal Green and I couldn’t see the beauty in the bricks of East London.
Ni hao. I’m writing this sat in café Blenz, at Baiyun Airport, Guangzhou. (Surprisingly good coffee, if you’re ever in the neighbourhood.)
I’m en route to New Zealand, with a sanity-eroding seven-hour stopover. No Facebook, no Twitter, no social feeds to keep me from boredom, so I’m writing my heart out.
It feels rather odd to have teleported from a cold London autumn (yet I am assured it is very mild in context of years past) to cardigan slaughtering 26°C heat. And the smell. I can’t put my finger on it, but China just has this smell – possibly a meld of hot meat, combined with constantly poured concrete and a fastidious devotion to exotically scented cleaning products – and you just know, I am in China.
These photos are a blast from the past. The year is 2009 and I was in China, staying with my friend Jules in Shanghai before training north to Beijing. The little dude at the top was the guardian of Jules’ apartment building.
Midnight feasts on the street
Taikang Lu, Shanghai