God Only Knows

Hullo thah. What have we here? Rare, full-frontal, shameless sunshine beaming down on Manchester. Days like these require a swift departure from the house, sunglasses (while it lasts), some Mac lipstick in Morange and lots and lots of Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys. If you can only do one of these things, make it Pet Sounds. Seriously.

On a side note, hopefully some more frequent posting can continue soon. That place I'm swiftly leaving the house for is the library. Final few months of studying and all that. 

moodboard

A few things:

Composition 10 by Sam Falls (see here) which has made me want to dash to an arts supply store and buy paints in the colours of avocado and butternut squash to create something similarly bright. I miss how much time I used to spend drawing and painting and cutting and sticking when I was a teenager and a desire to spend an afternoon doing something with my hands and a paintbrush has really sprung upon me this week.

Another fantastic outfit from Anne Bernecker. The whole patterned trouser/trainer combination really is infallible.

Valérie Donzelli, director of Declaration of War  with her burnt orange hair, head thrown back, red lippie and white heels. I can take or leave the bag but the shoes-the shoes are putting all kinds of ideas about wearing something snowy coloured on my feet. A proper pair of point-toed white heels, the kind that Carrie Bradshaw or Gwyneth Paltrow would probably have worn all the time with a pair of slightly bootcut jeans back in the day. Trust me on this one, they'll look great with a summer tan and a dress (will the day ever come?)

Rise Early, Be Industrious! I've had this poster on my wall since Olivia Plender's well-named exhibition was at the Arnolfini in Bristol last summer. It sits above my desk to inspire me when I get up in the morning. Like all things permanently stuck to a wall, or the everyday objects in our lives, I've become pretty used to it and don't always really see it. But it's still the philosophy I like to start my days with.

Amanda's painting. Also appealing to that "where are the paintbrushes?" sentiment, this painting by Amanda that I spotted over on her blog. She painted them of friends in Paris, on the metro and on the streets.

Diary

A night in the bosom of the home, a lunch of melt-in-the-mouth beef and salad at Ottolenghi and a heavy dose of Disco* has left me feeling refreshed and in a much better space than last week. I spent the last few days away from Manchester, in Bristol and then London where I enjoyed lots of satisfying catch-ups with friends over various delicious foodstuffs and caught the Rain Room exhibition at The Barbican. I'm planning on sticking around in Manchester for a year or so after graduating this summer but London once again did a very good job of wooing and beckoning. 

I always expect others to provide blow-by-blow food accounts to vicariously tickle the old saliva glands, so I shall do the same. This is also because I want to remember some of the glorious flavour-combinations to recreate for lunchboxes. I've been making red cabbage slaws in bulk recently and leaving them in the fridge so I can spoon them into lunch boxes throughout the week but my recipe still needs some improving, so I've taken notes from Ottolenghi.

Ottolenghi with Sim: Seared fillet of beef with three salads. (Red cabbage, beetroot, celery and apple slaw. Maftoul and mograbiah with pistachios, turmeric and rocket. Roasted butternut squash with molasses and date yoghurt.)

Cafe at The Wellcome Collection with Josh: Pot of vanilla chai tea. (Scone was underwhelming, coffee disappointing)

Song Que with Josh: Rice paper prawn rolls and Beef steak noodle soup washed down with a bottle of Halida.

I also managed to fit in catch ups with Navaz and Charlie from Urban Outfitters who are always great for in-depth blog chat, reference sharing and adding their two cents to my 'future planning' which seems to be very much my current state of mind with the end of University only a few months away. Charlie also very kindly allowed me to choose a few items to take home which filled a few gaps in my wardrobe. As much as I love and desire a good bomber jacket, I ended up going for the lovely, soft cocoon coat instead. Does anyone else suffer from the bomber jacket problem? They always look great from the front but I find they end up bunching up at the back so I look like I'm straddling a wind machine. 

The marriage of digital technology and art is always one I always find appealing, so the Barbican's Rain Room was fun and surreal in a calming, slow way as I stepped around the rubber pad watching the overhead showers respond to my movements. My friend and I got in after waiting for just under an hour but I'm not sure it would have been worth it if we'd waited for longer as the novelty of the concept ends rather quickly. Having said that, it's wonderful that such an innovative exhibition comes with free admission, so if you're passing and fine about waiting with a cup of coffee then it's worth swinging by. 

*Last Days of Disco and that frothy Graham Norton-narrated documentary followed by a load of old TOTP footage on BBC Four.

Outfit

While the kettle for my hot water boils.. this is what I wore this evening for a couple of birthday cocktails in honour of Sim's birthday. Another coat borrowed from another flatmate (this needs to stop), a dashing new lime jacquard top from Topshop, my Marks and Sparks school skirt and an Asos hairband. 

We drank at The Alchemist where adults spend lots of money on cocktails from a menu that reads like a child's sugary fantasy. Marshmallow or Bubblegum Daiquiris and flavourings evoking the smell and taste of fizzy cola bottles. As someone who noshes a bang of Haribos in one library sitting when the going gets tough, this kind of night out suited me just fine. 

hot pink sadness

I just got back from a shift at my job in the cafe at a local gallery. I'm exhausted. There were lots of little old Grandmothers who looked sweet on the surface but instead were pernickety and vicious. That's not how Grannies are supposed to be. To pick myself up after a long Sunday, I'm wearing this hot pink jumper from H&M, my banana brooch and my friend Charlie is coming over to make a quiche with me and embark on Season 2 of Homeland. I've been holding out after binging on the first season over Christmas, so that we can watch it together.

In other news, my cat got put down this week (all that thinking about death..and then more comes) which really blows because he was absolutely ace. This big, fat pile of black fur and begrudging love, who would rarely let you pick him up without putting up a fight but would always come and seek you out and curl up for bedtime company. He also used to fart in my Stepdad's mugs of tea as a revenge tool which was personally one of my favourite things about him. He trotted like a pony and you could hear him coming down the stairs, his steps booming like human feet. Not everyone understands the whole cat grief thing but it really, really blows. Yesterday at work I accidentally sliced through the knuckle on my little finger on a broken mug. There was a lot of blood but that hurt decidedly less. There have also been nice things about this week, it hasn't been all doom and gloom, but it has been one to make me appreciate life when it runs smoothly and without pain. 

These Americans

 

These Americans is one of my favourite websites, an archive chock-a-block with photographs and documents chronicling American historical culture. From these strangely bewitching photobooth portraits to Dorthea Lange's photographs for the FSA, the site is split into categories according to decade, state, city or by more enticing headers like 'pinup' 'prison' 'religion' and 'cars'. You can flick through photographs of Angelenos in the 1960s going about their business; sitting in a movie theatre or being examined in body scanners or the hands of doctors. There are also video clips of Candy Darling, cults, and Detroit dance clubs in the 80s and 90s. 

Just What Was Needed

I live in a flat in which "I'm going to clean the bathroom, just as soon as this deadline is over" is a legitimate statement. So this is a new addition to our cistern. If a bathroom cannot be 100% clean, then at least let it be blessed. 

Unfairweathered

Not a fair weathered cyclist: Bill Cunningham cycling in New York during Hurricane Irene's approach, back in 2011. Via Freak Chic.

This week after getting a puncture in my bike, I resolved to take the opportunity to walk lots instead. True, I could easily fix the puncture and once again be liberated and free to enjoy my fast journeys. The only thing is (whisper it) it's sort of..icy out there. And I'm not mad on the idea of cycling on ice. But I'm also very begrudged to be one of those fair-weather cyclists who just hops on a bus when it's snowing. So in order to justify my decision I told myself that I would do lots of walking and download some interesting podcasts to listen as I go (something I wouldn't be able to do on a bike without sabotaging my full attention). 

When it snows in the UK it becomes all consuming and eventually quite tedious. (Bah humbug!) Weather reports use the word 'treacherous' so much that it starts to sound like an epidemic and Facebook is swamped with the snowy scapes of your friends back gardens with the caption 'snowing again!' in case you hadn't realised. And after a while I become just as unoriginal in the anti-snowfall trajectory, my winter delight quickly worn down to Charlie Brooker-style cynicism, irritated by the fact everyone is still talking about it and contemplating a move to Denmark. In short, a nice antidote to all of this is just to wrap up warm, leave the house and enjoy the frost for yourself with a long walk and a podcast. 

Listening to podcasts on the go isn't something I usually do. Instead I stick Spotify on and plough through my 'starred' list of current favourites. I opted for a few to get me going: The TED Radio Hour Podcast and the Pop Culture Happy Hour Podcast, both from NPR. Also, WNYC's Radiolab Podcast, BBC Radio 4 Woman's Hour and Miette's Bedtime Story Podcast (recommended a while ago by Camille)

These are a couple I listened to and particularly enjoyed:

1. NPR: TED Radio Hour Podcast. 'The Pursuit of Happiness'

On Wednesday I spent an hour of my journey to the beautiful John Rylands Library in Deansgate listening to a NPR podcast which compiled snippets from TED talks focusing on happiness. I particularly liked Barry Schwartz's talk about how too much choice ultimately leads to dissatifcation about the decisions we make and can compromise our ability to be happy. (Definitely something I experience when faced with a menu in a restaurant. Occasionally I'm so torn between dishes it leads me to have a mini and silent existential crisis about how my inability to choose reflects some sort of lapse in my understanding of myself and that clearly my friends are much more well-rounded people for announcing 'seafood soup' and snapping closed their menus without deliberation.) 

2. WNYC's Radiolab. 'Short: The Bitter End'

When faced with the iTunes podcast directory, I asked myself 'What Would Tavi Do?' and searched out any articles on Rookie that might mention something for good listening. The women and girls at Rookie are an accurate litmus test for things I might like. Radiolab was one of those recommended and I downloaded 'The Bitter End'. Aka, 'the one about death'. I chose this one because my Granny's lovely labrador had to be put down this week and since that happened I've been reflecting on death. Not necessarily in a negative way but more in a way that recognises that death is so normal and how it is bizarre that it is an act that is over so quickly yet lingers so long for the people left behind. Over the last month my Granny and I have spoken about death a little; the friends she lost in 2012, our own family members who coming to the end of their lives, and my Granny's own feelings about medicine and the ways in which we as a society are so focused on prolonging our lives. This podcast was a really fantastic extension of this topic and featured a report on the life-saving treatments doctors would decline to have. Out of sheer coincidence, yesterdays Guardian Weekend Magazine's feature article was on this very same topic. In the podcast they mentioned one of Maurice Sendek's last interviews before he died in which he talked about looking at the trees outside of his studio through the window and being in love with the world, but also how he was ready to go, and I found that a very bittersweet but also comforting thought to be left with. 

Part of my enjoyment of listening was also because I was extremely cosy, all wrapped up in my puffa with a pink nose and gloved hands nestled inside my pockets. Having said that, I have been craving a smarter coat to alternate with my puffa that is practical but also pretty. Last night I found myself borrowing my flatmate Cai's coat, which fits the practical and pretty requirement, as I headed out to watch Django Unchained. Big mistake! It is perfect, manly, navy and cashmere and now we're in love but I know I things can't go on this way. I will have to find myself a worthy replacement before I start taking liberties. On a side note, Cai is probably the best dressed of my male friends and has so many fantastic clothes. Jackets that range from allowing him to pose as aviator pilot to a 1970s football manager. See also world-class facial hair, turquoise Saucony trainers and this brilliant Kojak t-shirt. (All 'real life' friends please note this is simply an appreciative ode, not some unsubtle wishlist. I swear..)

Moving Moodboard

  
Clips: 1. Recording from a BBC Ballet contest. 2. Joy and George swimming in the sea with Elsa the lion in Born Free. 3. Newsround clip from 1993 with a young Kristnan Guru-Murthy (as of this week recently re-appreciated for his skill in interviewing a provocative Quentin Tarantino) 4. Thelma and Louise on the road. 5. Clip from You Only Live Twice 
6. Trawlermen 'gearing up' into their waterproofs and overalls. 


I thought I'd play around with the idea behind the 'moodboard' posts I have so much fun collating and do something similar but with moving images. So, instead of a collage, this is a moving mood board, of various film clips and footage, all intended to be watched with Heatwave's 'Boogie Nights' in the background.

Step 1: Press play for Heatwave's groovy beats.

Step 2. Press play on each of the video boxes, hitting mute at the same time, or experimenting with however much sound you would like from each.

Step 3: Enjoy Kristnan Guru-Murthy's young face, wonder by ballet and disco don't collaborate more often, smile at those trawlermen changing into their overalls. 

Step 4: When it is all over, go on as you were.

Cars Cars Cars

And before I nip off to the library for another day of mediocre-productivity, this is what I'm wearing. I wore this top on my first day of classes back in the first year of University. In typical ice-breaker fashion, two senior lecturers from the American Studies department took turns picking people to tell the rest of the room aspects they thought defined culture in the United States. I was picked and forgetting what exactly was blazoned across my t-shirt (but presumably subconsciously also remembering) I said 'car culture'. This formed the very first impression my now-best friends have of me, as that neek who lives and breathes cars. Which I don't, I can't even drive. Alas, they decided I wasn't too much of a gas-head and those are the very same people I drove with along the coast of California in the Spring. Just, y'know..in the back seat.

Today I will be writing about Benjamin Franklin, Frederick Douglass, Malcolm X, Audre Lorde, Mark Doty, Kate Borstein and self-representation within American Literature. I will be listening to Cities by The Talking Heads, taking regular breaks for fresh air with Nanon and Ashling and counting down the minutes until lunchtime when I can eat my packed lunch of couscous, bolognese and homemade slaw. I will cycle home, maybe watch some Arrested Development and then go to bed with A Visit From The Goon Squad which I am 190 pages into.