Weekend Notes - a Whistle-Stop Tour of London
We stopped at the Hoxton in Shoreditch and loved the simplicity of the rooms - a palette of greys and blues gets a big thumbs up from us, throw in some herringbone parquet and a big fat shower and we're very happy bunnies.
*I don't think I will ever get bored of photographing the way that light falls on bedding.*
Momosan was a dangerous place to spend 15 minutes. We decided that we needed/wanted almost every single item on the shelves and had to run away quickly for fear of spending every penny we had... Our exit was slowed down considerably as we were distracted by the sun making all kinds of fun with the window display.
We brunched ('brunch' can be a verb right?!) with friends in a very sturdy-looking concrete restaurant down the road from their house and I haven't stopped telling people about it since. Peach kefir (some kind of magical fruity vinegar situation - sounds awful but tasted INCREDIBLE) and crumpets with lime pickle. Magnus chose the Tarka Dahl and when it arrived (see above) I instantly wished I'd ordered that too.
It's a place called Rawduck and we will definitely go back.
After dropping in to Conservatory Archives (of course) we found our way across town to see how an old garage space could be turned into a bright and airy gallery, that just happened to be full of ceramics.
Jono Smart's work has evolved over the past two years and we were really pleased to see it here in a rather refined-but-still-quite-raw format. I fell for the displays of gradients instantly and the honesty of choosing bricks on which to rest his work. Alongside Jono's pieces sat the creations of Luke Eastop; a third generation ceramicist who likes to play with mega-flat colours. You have to see these things in real life but be warned that you'll want to eat them. They've got some kind of edible quality to them which is quite tricky to articulate. Evidently.
What an incredible colour palette and a really great thing to see the works intertwined; able to converse with one another and relate.
Our final stop was to breathe in some air before we got on our train back up to our hills. We walked a short lap around the pond at Camley Street Natural Park and felt all of the London mania lift from our shoulders. We visited here first a long while ago and now it's a favourite when we have time before our train - see our first visit here.
So there we are; postcards from our sunny trip and all the ingredients of a great weekend.