The last couple of days have been amazing, hectic and truly wonderful. I’ve got to meet a bunch of people that in one way or another are connected to my blog and I’ve made both new friends and business partners, but who’s to say the two cannot be combined? I’m saying they can, as everyone (not exaggerating here) I met were truly wonderful. One of the most wonderful meetings took place in South Kensington where these picture (and many more) were taken.
London is basically known for two things: Shopping and culture (among numerous other things of course). The shopping took a peculiar turn as I am ashamed to admit I hadn’t discovered Pull & Bear before and as they had great stuff which was also CHEAP I uh, might have bought the entire content of the store, more or less. I also did some shopping at Louis Vuitton, but thank God I didn’t go bananas in there although I will be living on noodles in a cup for the coming month, haha.
When it comes to culture I’ve already said I’m a huge fan of Tate Modern, but I can repeat that forever. Tate Modern is one of the best museums in the world for modern and contemporary art and I’m blessed to be able to visit it as often as I do. This visit happened to coincide with the 350-year commemoration of the great fire in 1666 (you know, where the song “London Bridge is falling down” dates from) which basically destroyed all of London. They had a re-enactment of the fire right after I left, so I missed that, but I got to be part of an almost spiritual experience when I attended the fire sculpture park along the river entrance to Tate Modern. It was approx 10 PM and raining a bit (I was in London after all) and there were these amazing sculptures, creations and pieces of art with the common denominator: Fire. As I’m a pyromaniac I basically had an orgasm right there. It was like stepping into another world for a while and during 30 minutes I was in the land of fairytales. And no peeps, I hadn’t been doing drugs, I just get high on emotion from time to time.
Writing this I’m sitting in the Lufthansa Senators Lounge at Heathrow and uh, well, it’s very… German. I mean the only thing I miss in here is a sturdy woman named Helga who’d give me a reprimand as soon as I make a wrong move. Not that I ever make wrong moves. This week is going to be all about Stockholm though and I’m overjoyed about going home to my city. It’s been way too long since I was home last. I’ll tell you all about Stockholm some other time and will probably tell you more about London as well as this was just a brief summary of what I’ve been up to. Until then, have a great week!
Photos: Rebecca Spencer