Posts Tagged ‘London’

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Reflections

January 21, 2013

I took this photo in mid-December 2012. I was walking around St. Paul’s Cathedral with a friend, and this reflection (on the surface of a sculpture) caught my eye. Given the equipment I had with me at the time, it was the only way I could capture the whole cathedral. I particularly love how the curvature of the sculpture renders the cathedral to look as if it has melted. I won’t think too deeply about what that might mean!

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An afternoon off

December 6, 2012

I’m equipped with a camera again! Now I have a 650D, and I’m loving it. I don’t, however, have any editing software (because my laptop was also taken in the burglary) so for now I share with you completely unedited photos (except for some cropping and tagging)…

Life is still busy so ‘camera time’ is tight. Luckily I’ve still got some annual leave left this year, so on a whim I took the afternoon off and headed out. Brixton Village/Market Row in south London is one of my favourite places to go for a wander. It’s hectic busy on the weekends, but much more chilled during the week. A bunch of independent grocers, restaurants, cafes and bakeries. It’s just perfect. Casa Morita: highly recommended.

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It’s in the box.

November 15, 2011

It’s no secret that I love cake. This love actually extends to most of the baked-goods family, from bread to biscuits.  For my last birthday, my Parisian then-housemate gave me what I can only describe as The. Best. Thing. Ever.  A box of joy from the famous Parisian patisserie, Ladurée. The joy was not just the contents (an array of macarons), now that I think of it. The joy was the distinctive mint-coloured box with gold leaf. The joy was the ribbon. The joy was unravelling the ribbon and lifting the lid. The joy was the colours, the flavours, and the sugar rush. Next time you are lucky enough to visit Paris (or London, Milan or New York), visit Ladurée. I promise you, you will not regret it.

 

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Victoria & Albert

May 2, 2010

I’m not a huge fan of museums.  The major reason being they are always filled with people just glancing at the collections; I rarely see someone really looking at the painting, or sculpture or whatever. All this art, history on display with no one actually taking it all in.  I was so happy to see two separate men sketching in the V&A London yesterday.  It was quite a moment for me, to completely ignore the disinterested tourists and focus on people focussing on the art.  I also spent some time looking at “The Prodigal Son” sculpture by Auguste Rodin.  (You can read more about Rodin at the V&A here.)   There is something unsettling about this sculpture; it exhibits mixture of extreme anguish and release.