I lazily removed myself from bed at 11am but in defence I had perhaps the most uncomfortable night's sleep ever; constantly turning over like as if i were in a freshly pressed tortilla wrap! But I didn't start the day without much energy...my English breakfast with OJ was later followed with a Pret Latte that AWAKENED THE SENSES (those familiar with You Tube's Chris Crocker will understand!).
Seeing as Dominique's just started work at Banana Republic, it was fitting for a Friday afternoon to go for a stroll around Central and pop in to see her. I have to admit, the store is impressive and does not contain the self-sustaining sleeze as in Abercrombie's store; as soon as you step into the latter you feel as if you're in an elaborate porn set or club where both sexes share toilet cubicles with each other...hmm!!!
Dom looked like a real BR girl; hair tied back, dressed in black and wearing her comfortable Ugg boots. I was wary of talking to her whilst on shift so we scheduled a coffee for her 'lunch' break at 6pm. And what followed that, was a 3 hour trek around W1, taking photos, braving the momentary hail and I discovered this amazing Nordic bakery just on Soho Square. Ohh how my heart leaped as I saw its sign. Those of you who know me well are well-acquainted with my obsession with Norway and most certainly Sweden; in the people, the food and absolutely the cold climate (I like to be so cold it amounts to nothing less than torture through freezing...).
The window display in Liberty's; collaborating with V&A featuring an exhibition on the Chinese toy industry.
Picture of Soho Square just as i left the Nordic Bakery. Hailing had stopped at this point!
I love this picture because it reminds me of the States so much.
Shop on Beak Street that caught my eye.
Before passing the shop above, I randomly popped into a hairdressers called 'Tommy Guns' and booked myself an appointment to get my Korean wig/bird's nest tended to. It was quite funny as i literally imposed myself on the poor guy at the reception.
"Hello, can i book an appointment now or does it have to be by phone?"
"Uhm, you can do it now, sure"
"Great. Do you have anyone who is proficient with Asian Hair?"
At which point he paused and looked up from his appointment book. I'm sure he must have been thinking, 'Who the fuck says proficient in a hair salon? Who is this joker?'. Of course he met me with a rather sincere. "That would be Gareth". And so, after a rather awkward moment like as if it were being translated from some other language, I have a date with Gareth and his scissors!!! It does feel funny as i haven't been to any other hairdresser other than my Mancunian one since 2005. I'm very monogamous with hairdressers and anyone who gives good head gets my vote.
The warmth from the heating is making me drowsy so pardon me as i collapse on the table.
Picture of Soho Square just as i left the Nordic Bakery. Hailing had stopped at this point!
I love this picture because it reminds me of the States so much.
Shop on Beak Street that caught my eye.
Before passing the shop above, I randomly popped into a hairdressers called 'Tommy Guns' and booked myself an appointment to get my Korean wig/bird's nest tended to. It was quite funny as i literally imposed myself on the poor guy at the reception.
"Hello, can i book an appointment now or does it have to be by phone?"
"Uhm, you can do it now, sure"
"Great. Do you have anyone who is proficient with Asian Hair?"
At which point he paused and looked up from his appointment book. I'm sure he must have been thinking, 'Who the fuck says proficient in a hair salon? Who is this joker?'. Of course he met me with a rather sincere. "That would be Gareth". And so, after a rather awkward moment like as if it were being translated from some other language, I have a date with Gareth and his scissors!!! It does feel funny as i haven't been to any other hairdresser other than my Mancunian one since 2005. I'm very monogamous with hairdressers and anyone who gives good head gets my vote.
The warmth from the heating is making me drowsy so pardon me as i collapse on the table.
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