The most extensive Bauhaus exhibit in the UK in over 40 years is going on at the Barbican through 12 August. It was pretty incredible, an overdose of inspiration. (Says the girl who got tears in her eyes reading the last panel at the exhibit—the one that tells of the school’s eventual closing—even though she already knew the story of its demise.) Definitely book tickets online beforehand to avoid the queues and wear comfy shoes, there is so much goodness to see. K loves the Barbican [Estate], but admittedly, I didn’t love it on my first couple of visits—it’s lonely. But it’s grown on me now and I realised my favourite parts are the negative shapes the buildings make, which are really only apparent when the sky is blue. AND, even the walls in the subway are smart and stylishly Scandinavian (i.e. flippin’ awesome) in Oslo. Go make some cool shit this weekend. 


We travelled to Oslo last week for a quick 4-day adventure with Norwegian friend Vegard and [Spanish] friend Sandra. I began compiling all the photographs but realised the exquisiteness of the Opera House—or in Norwegian, Operahuset—could not be summed up in a single photograph, it warrants its own post. Completed in 2007 by Norwegian architects Snøhetta (same firm building the Sept. 11 Memorial), it’s the rising-out-of-the-water home to the National Opera and Ballet, and thanks to Vegard’s sweet friend Daniel, we even got a backstage tour. In its entirely, the Operahuset is stunning—immense, reflective, interactive, crisp, warm, jagged, beachy, marbley, not to mention the inside smells like a forest. I’m having a tough time aptly describing it, nor do the photographs capture what it’s truly like to be there. Put this on your list.

Jeff was with us in London for 48 short hours a couple weeks ago. We hopped a last minute train at Waterloo that Saturday and headed to “the teeth in the gums of the earth” as our automated tour described it—Stonehenge. A complete mystery, these gems are from 3000 BC. They really are still asking who, how, why—mostly why, but definitely how and who. The countryside is quite lovely, too—green and sheep and prehistoric barrows abound. Albeit cold, windy and raining (much like the previous time I’d been to Stonehenge in 2001) it’s perfect for a half-day adventure.

Peonies, anyone? Or jasmine or lemon trees or Easter cactus. Columbia Road Flower Market in London’s East End is quite an experience if you haven’t been. Definitely the place to be on Sunday to buy flowers, listen to sidewalk musicians, nibble on oysters. Go early to avoid the packed crowds, or go late to get the 3-plants-for-£5 deals. If you’re indecisive because you love all flora like we do, make a plan and a budget beforehand, it’s much easier and will save you time in the people-traffic-jam that is the flower market—time well spent drinking a second bloody mary.

Monday we took the train to Brighton on the coast. The rain only ceased as our day came to an end, so our photos are a sun & rain mix. Ate some tasty mushroom and stilton soup, lox and beetroot salad, chips, brie / bacon / onion sandwiches. Explored as much as we could, but unfortunately didn’t get too far—the seagulls didn’t mind the rain, though. Looking forward to going back when it’s sunbathing weather. Lots of great shops and places to explore yet, our favourite so far is Utility.

I want people who don’t understand art to understand what I’m doing.” —Al Weiwei
Lesley and my sister Cat visited us in December, but as I quickly followed them to the other side of the pond, I got delayed in sorting Ldn photographs. Clockwise: Ai Weiwei’s porcelain sunflower seeds—purchased by the Tate, according to reports on my birthday (you must watch this)  /  Lesley inside the sculpture aligned with the Tate Modern  /  London’s tallest structure (in the making) juxtaposed next to one of its oldest—the Tower of London, built in 1078. PS, it’s still raining, hence a grey theme.

Pretty pics from a pretty place. I left California on Monday to head back to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA for a freelance stint. We had so much fun, sun, rain, fresh citrus & other good eats, and the company wasn’t too shabby either. Even Annika flew down from Seattle to partake (bottom).
Thanks, Paris Lesley, for humouring me and translating Beach Boys lyrics awhile back.