Monthly Archives: September 2013

Tuesday With Moi

Tuesday, September 24th, 2013

This is going to be short and sweet.
Edited to add: HAHAHA just kidding!


I realised this week that my favourite jacket is (gulp) ten years old.  It’s just a cheap jacket that I got at a store in Brussels when I lived there as a teenager. And whilst it’s kind of sad that I still wear it all. the. time. I think it’s quite fabulous, too.

But lately, I’ve come to accept that maybe it’s time for an update/addition to my jacket collection, so I’m looking for a local seamstress to work with in making another jacket similar to this in a beautiful grey wool.  I have a few amendments I’d like to make to the design, too, so if you know a talented local seamstress who’d be up to the challenge, please let me know!


Le Chat’s a creepin’.  Morning snuggle sesh, initiated!  (How crazy is that bushy tail, right?!)  10

The mornings this week have been wonderfully foggy and totally gorgeous. (Think the end of Pride & Prejudice where Keira Knightley wanders through the fog in her fab long-coat and Mr. Darcy gloomily walks toward her in his own long-coat.  FATE!)   11

So I adopted this Ladybug last week at work.  She (because they’re all ladies, right?) must’ve gotten too close to a light because one of her polka-dotted wings was burnt and shriveled, which made my heart break. I’ve been keeping an eye on her for the last couple days so when I found her dead on Tuesday morning my heart obviously broke again.  After this photo was taken, I let her fly one last time out the back window and into the graveyard below.  :(


I’ve been working on a very exciting project recently and these are some of the words that we’re meditating on as we share the ethos of the company.  My elephant is really happy about it. So am I.


Coming back from lunch it became very real to me that ohmygosh it’s autumn.  Sing it with me, It’s the MOST wonderful time of the year!!!!


As much as I’m like, YAY YESTERDAY WAS SO FUN!, really, it was kind of frustrating.  Just one of those days where technology was against me and random details were hanging me up.  I kept eying the sharpest utensils on my desk and wanting to gouge them into my eyes.


So. Because I was kinda like Ugh. about work I did something I’ve never done before and filled out one of those surveys that you’re every now and again prompted to fill out when you’re at the register of some conglomerate.  “Hi, I’m Brian! Welcome to Best Buy and oh! You’ve been randomly selected to fill out our survey! Just go to and….” Whenever this happens I’m all like, yeaaaah, no.  BUT, Patrick at M&S was really nice and showed me the cute certificate he gets for having customers fill out surveys and brag about him, so I thought what. the. heck. and I did it.  I hope Patrick gets another certificate to carry in his wallet and to cherish forever and for always!


Oh, hi.


Some people have stress balls, I have stress penguins.  Sometimes I just shake the penguins really hard and make the water all frothy when I need to let off some stream.  I did that right after I took this picture, actually.


And then I went home and lit some candles to reeeeeelaaaaaaaxxxx.  Mmmmmmmmmm.


I used the last of our farm-fresh tomatoes in making this. They’re mind-blowingly delicious. I hope we can get our  hands on a few more before the season’s totally over.


On the way to TWWriters!  HI AGAIN!


My jacket & scarf on the table at The Black Pig. It’s an Indian summer and it’s too warm for such things!


Talking, Part I.


Talking, Part II.

After enjoying a wonderful evening with my writer friends, who I hadn’t seen in over a month!!!, I went home and caught up with Breaking Bad.  Obviously, BB was sooooo absorbing that I forgot to take a midnight photo.  Please forgive me.




This is a picture I took of Liam taking a picture earlier this summer at the Trinity Big Top. Liam’s been in America for the last week and a half, but it feels like forever.  He’s been singing show-tunes in an old Ogunquit show-tunes tavern (because that kind of place totally exists in Ogunquit) and buying copies of the Declaration of Independence in the most un-ironic way imaginable.  It’s all too cute for words.

With our Artists Unveiled launch quickly approaching, I’m feeling especially far away from my friend and co-conspirator.  I wish Willy Wonka would hurry up and invent teleportation because this long-distance party planning thing isn’t exactly my forte.

So that’s what’s up with me these days.  Tell me, what’s up with you?

Tuesday With Moi

Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Boston Edition

Boston. Oh, Boston!  I lived in Boston for six years before moving to the UK.  If you’ve met me in person, I’ve probably told you that I lived there for seven, which is a lie, but a well-meaning one as I’m very bad at math and didn’t realise I was lying until right now.  Regardless of the actual number of years, I lived in Boston for the most transformative years of my life. They were good years.

David and I met in Boston and fell in love and married there.  As individuals and as a couple, the city means a lot to us and we had been anxious to get back for quite some time.  When a friend’s wedding gave us the opportunity to take a prolonged vacation in Beantown, we happily booked our tickets and found a sweet little oasis near the beach in Southie to rent.  And it was in this little seaside rental that my Tuesday began.


Typically, I didn’t take any real time off whilst on holiday and woke early each morning to complete a few hours of work before the rest of the house began to stir.  Jet lag made rising early easy, but the cocktails the night before sometimes made my eyelids long for more sleep.


If you’ve never been to Southie, you should go.  Go before it changes too much.  Walking around, you can still see the characters that have defined the neighborhood walking down Broadway and cutting through the back streets, but more and more, those quintessential characters are being replaced by 30-something corporate types with good jobs and practical shoes.  The neighborhood is changing; new construction is going up on almost every block, established Boston restaurants are opening new locations in Southie and the greasy spoons and corner pubs are being squeezed out.  It’ll be interesting to see what it looks like in another five years… probably a lot like the South End.


When we were in Boston, we lived in Southie for two years.  “In Southie.”  Technically, we lived just over the bridge from Boston in a swanky high-rise.  Sometimes we’d see junkies at the bus stop or hear a crowd of sirens moving into the projects when we were walking to brunch, but for the most part we were far removed from the heart of Southie.  Think The Departed, Good Will Hunting, Gone Baby Gone.  We knew those streets existed, but we didn’t live on them.  This trip, we were closer.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying Ben Affleck and Matt Damon films accurately depict the reality of Southie.  No.  Like any community, Southie’s made up of families who care about each other, their community, and their people.  Sometimes you hear stories about shady characters going missing and bodies washing up in the ocean, but that kind of stuff goes down in any city.  For the most part, people keep their heads down, work hard and look forward to the weekends. For the most part, it’s a really great place.


Whilst we were visiting, I was amazed by how quickly my life in England seemed to evaporate. My feet remembered the streets like no time had passed and we fell into familiar conversation with our friends without missing a beat.  In many ways, it was good that I was working, good that I had something to tether me to my life in Tunbridge Wells.  If I didn’t, I don’t know if I would have come back.

(Note: I love living in the UK and I love Tunbridge Wells.  I also love Kudos, a new magazine that my friend just started.  I like to joke that it’s the Tunbridge Wells magazine that you can actually read, but really, it’s true– read it! It’s all about living local and loving local, which are basically my two favourite things. Plus it’s super pretty so be sure to check it out!)


It was our pleasure, whilst away, to share our apartment and our time with my old roommate and greatest friend, Brent.  He lives in Washington DC and works at NPR (so cool, I know) so as you can imagine, the two of us don’t get the chance to see each other very often. It was really nice to just hang out with him again.  Drink coffee in our pajamas in the morning, play Ticket To Ride on the couch, go on long walks and remark on everything that’s changed.  Simple stuff.  Normal stuff.


After Brent left us to go to a museum with his girlfriend, David and I went for a walk along the ocean.  The day was grey and humid and the ocean oscillated between smelling like heaven and like rotting fish.  After a while, we stopped on a bench to look out over the harbor.  Gulls sounded in our ears, a group of school children picking up trash laughed and flirted in the background, and my heartbeat fell in time to the lapping of the waves. In England, I really miss the ocean.


We continued our walk to the very tip of Southie where the planes fly so close you feel you can reach up and touch them.  I took this picture to add to my dear friend Casey’s #aplaneaday hashtag on instagram.


The sky got dark and threatened rain so David and I returned to our apartment.  The roofers across the street continued to work and we heard the slap of shingles hitting the sidewalk as we waited for the rain that did not come.


David decided to nap and relax for the afternoon so I struck out alone and walked through Southie to Boston to meet Brent and Acacia.  I loved walking through the neighborhood alone and noting all the things that are different.  Cupcake shops and yoga studios are opening where credit unions and sandwich shops used to be. Barber shops and liquor stores still seem to be thriving.  This mural is still on the wall…


Upon meeting my friends, we decided it was high time to enjoy one of my favourite foods of all time, nachos!  Here is Brent and Acacia looking nacho happy!


What’s great about Brent is he’s always forcing me to try new things or urging me to do things that I really don’t want to do in an effort to broaden my horizons.  Sometimes these things are fun, and sometimes they are the worst.  On this particular evening, Brent made me take the T at rush hour.  I don’t like being underground to begin with and don’t even like riding the T when it’s off-peak, so you can imagine my happiness when he forced us to cram into a completely full train on a very warm day.  This particular moment is one in which I made him pretend to call for help because I just couldn’t deal.


Happily, we got off the T in Brookline and explored our old stomping grounds on foot.  I love the architecture in Brookline.  Everything is orderly and the homes stand in confident even rows, brick on brick, sturdy and secure.  The trees are tall and strong and the sidewalks are even.  Brent and I used to joke that you could get pregnant drinking the water in Brookline because the summer we lived there everyone seemed pregnant.  It’s a very popular part of the city to start and raise a family.  Also a very popular place to eat delicious bagels!


One thing I almost never do is venture anywhere near Kenmore Square when there is a Red Sox game on.  On this occasion, I made an exception and sometime during the first or second inning we all settled into Hawthorne for a drink.


The challenge with visiting a city you love in which you have a wealth of friends is that there is no possible way that you can spend quality time with everyone.  Rather than picking just a few people to go out to dinner with during our stay, David and I announced ‘office hours’ at bars around the city and urged our friends to meet us there en mass.  For the most part, it worked very well, though I will say that I wish I had time to sit and catch up with everyone individually.  Unfortunately, as humans, time is not on our side and we were content instead to see many great friends each and every evening.


After a delicious whiskey sour and a beautiful Manhattan, we relocated to Franklin Southie, our old ‘hotel bar’, to see another group of friends and fill ourselves with beef cheek tacos and red wine.


We wiped our fingers on damp wipes like children and laughed like we didn’t have a care in the world, because when you’re on vacation, the cares melt away and you live in an alternate reality where real life doesn’t exist.


No matter how long you’re away, some things never change. Laughter, drink and food still draw people together, good friendships never die, and being welcomed home to a stand of twinkle lights will always feel like the coziest welcome ever.


As you’re well aware, dear reader, I am now home in my UK home with the cat curled at my feet and the cares of the world heavy on my shoulders.  I’ll admit to being rather glum since our return– I should have taken more pictures, written more things down, seen more museums and gone out with more friends!– but I’m happy to say that I think I’ve mostly recovered from my holiday regrets and am able to move forward and focus on some exciting new projects now.  The holiday blues… if that’s the worst thing going on in my life, then boy do I got it good!

i suck at everything (or is this just my jet lag talking?)


I’m still jet lagged, it’s 1:00 AM and I’m tired (but not that tired) and I didn’t do any of the things I wanted to get done this weekend.  I didn’t:

  • Go to the farm shop and buy lots of fresh produce + the amazing rhubarb jam that I love and am currently out of  :( 
  • Finish the invite for our Artists Unveiled Launch Party or do the other 45 things I must do for our little site / cause. (Liam, you’re the best for not sending me abusive emails about all this!)  
  • Find out whether or not the Tea Tree Oil I’m putting on my face is actually doing anything– and if it is, is it good?
  • Sketch a family portrait for my best friend who just had a baby!!!
  • Research new beds  (After staying in amazing king-sized beds in America, it has become all too clear that our DOUBLE-SIZED mattress is basically the cause for everything bad in our lives.  No joke, it’s the worst. I’m pretty sure 4 hours of sleep on a normal, good mattress = 9 hours of sleep on ours.  It’s so bad.)
  • Exercise  (hahaha! but seriously…)
  • Read Kinfolk, which I bought in the States and have been carrying with me, unopened, for the last week and a half
  • Written about the surreal melancholy I feel every time I go to The States and then come back.  I can only imagine it’s like having an affair in that I am so in love with both places but need them for different kinds of fulfilment.  It’s so confusing / heartbreaking / amazing / perfect.  I don’t know.  I JUST DON’T KNOW.
  • Get rid of my mustache which is growing like ivy all over my face, I swear.  :(

I’ve also been really bad at taking pictures lately.  In fact, I’ve been terrible at doing anything creative, meeting personal deadlines, and cleaning. Seeing as autumn has always been a time of reflection for me (something engrained from my school days and the dawning of a new academic year), I have a good day or two of re-evauluation and goal-setting ahead of me. And one of those goals will be to spend more time on this space. Because right now, this is awful.


Okay, goodnight.

Tuesday With Vous: Liam Rogers {take 2}

Name: Liam Rogers
Location: Tunbridge Wells
Occupation: Photographer / Film-maker
Camera Used: Nikon D7000

Tuesday, September 3, 2013


Good morning world. What’s up? TWV_2

Look there’s condensation on the car. Good morning autumn!



Driving to work has been a breeze during the summer holidays, then it all goes down the drain for 10 months. Good morning traffic. TWV_4

Bit late for work but check out that view! Tonbridge is not my favourite place but I love that little glimpse of countryside. It never gets old. (Disclaimer: Taking photos whilst driving is not cool but I’ll happily risk my life for Lady Sims.) TWV_5

Offices don’t generally inspire vast amounts of creativity but I think I was on to something when I created this masterpiece. TWV_6

Brian is my man. My rock. My one and only. TWV_7

Apart from my awesome colleagues, this is the best thing about my office. TWV_8

My boss (coolest boss ever BTW) always supplies us with weird and wonderful snacks. Her brand new lippy was added to the mix because she is the Queen of impulse buying. TWV_9

My bestest office buddy Laura wearing the poster for the Electric Lantern Film Festival.

Annoyingly, the rest of my afternoon was spent doing stuff where is wasn’t ok for me to whip out my camera and be like, ‘can I take your snap for TWV?’. Soz. TWV_10

One last picture of the weirdest thing I have on my desk. It kind of creeps me out. TWV_11

Now to Trinity to see my film being shown on the second evening of the Electric Lantern Festival. It’s always weird watching something you’ve created with a room full of people, suddenly an 8 minute video feels like the longest thing ever! TWV_12

After the film screening we headed to the ever classy ‘spoons for a quick drink. Surprisingly, this light chandelier thing is pretty amazing. TWV_13

Potential film for Electric Lantern 2014? For sure! TWV_14

I return home to find a pile of books on my desk. I’d love to pretend I’m super cultured but they’re all Nicks. (@cllrrogers) TWV_15

Seeing your photos all big and in the flesh is so exciting. Before I go to bed, I must must must frame my photos to be installed at Woods tomorrow. (edited to note that the Woods show is now TONIGHT as of this posting.) TWV_16

This is how I feel. Bedtime. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Okay, everyone, follow Liam on Twitter and go and see Liam’s photos at Woods! GO GO GO!

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