TRAUMATISED

The Madame A Trois vintage china trios has started to sell and one of my favourites has been snapped up. I didn't think I would get so attached! I'm sure our ladies will have nothing but the best homes to go to. But I remember when I was really little getting quite alarmed that one of my dolls didn't actually have the capacity to breath and I was terrified it would suffocate. Kind of weird I know but I'm over it now.

Also, tonight I spent watching the CSI episodes directed by Quentin Tarantino where Agent Nick Stokes [aka Poncho to his father] gets trapped underground in a plexi-glass box by an evil kidnapper. I was on the edge of my seat watching it. You'd think by the 6th or 7th time I'd watched it some of the edge would have worn off by now...

Less traumatic but definitely equally as exciting is that Flat White the Aussie/New Zealand café on Berwick Street has grown a sister - called Milk Bar on Bateman Street - which is far closer to Maison Bertaux. Now, I will not have a bad word said about the creamy banana eclairs that come out of the kitchens of Maison Bertaux, but I have to admit that I do prefer a Soy Latte from Milk Bar any day of the week. Hopefully as many days of the week as possible. The first day it opened I was there knocking a couple of lattes back just to make sure the new café was up to scratch. I give it 10/10!!

xx Emma

I <3 SOHO

Today was super busy at work. It started off a really sucky day cause Paul had crashed my computer in the night and didn't bother to fix it so I spent my first waking hour restarting everything :( then realising he had my laptop case at his studio so I hate to take my laptop to work wrapped in a towel in my bag :(( - we've ALL been there! technology huh?!

By the end of my day, I was all cheery again. After work I went over to Maison B and had a couple of bottles of Blush Rose with Pippa, Nathaniel and Paul. I got a sneak preview of the next season Eley Kishimoto collection cause Fiona had set it up in Maison B for a buying appointment. I tell you already I'm going SICK for some of the prints! They are the BEST YET!! Anyway P, N and P had a good gossip and a laugh about nothing and everything.

Paul and I went and had dinner at Aldo's. One of the guys in there has the coolest slogan tshirt "Trattoria da Aldo" printed black on white in the most gangsta rubbish clip art font. I spend the whole evening in there eating and wonder how I could get his tshirt.

Then on the way home I was thinking about the best things about Soho. And I figured you know you are in Soho when:
1] You are out for dinner and you need to pee and the toilets are down two flights of stairs in a basement where your head hits the ceiling and the walls have rising damp three quarters of the way up.
2] You spy a tranny handing out flyers to G-A-Y on Old Compton Street wearing a gold lurex dress hobbling either from her platforms, or her knackers as big as a horse strapped between her legs.
3] Three nutty New Zealanders / Melbournians make you a flat white and a vegemite bagel for breakfast talking about John Farnham and Dave Dobbin at Flat White on Berwick St.
4] Some tramp tries to sell you his "last copy" of what looks to be the Big Issue but is actually ES magazine or something he found in the trash for 2 quid while you drink outside the Coach and Horses with your mates.
5] To get the tube home after work, you have to crowd surf to actually get in the station [Leicester Square in a Friday] or step over a gaggle of pierced teenagers dressed in neon pink and black queuing to see Trivium or Sugarbabes [or both] at the Astoria [Tottenham Court Road]
6] A cute Japanese couple stop you and ask for directions to Bond/Slam City Skates/The World According To... cause the want to buy Silas and Maria
7] You see Pete Burns in Ballans whooping it up
8] Quite a smartly dressed man scurries out of a nearby alley way with his plain plastic shop bag [opaque!] too flushed to make eye contact with you and he smells a bit boozy. It is only 11am.
9] It is the weekend and you have found THE PIECE OF CAKE covered with THE MOST PERFECT STRAWBERRIES and THE BEST CUP OF TEA FOR TWO on Greek Street but you can could actually kid yourself you are in Paris from Maison Bertaux, then pop downstairs and buy and A.P.C. smock.
10] There are no chicken bones on the street. The only "Chicken Cottage" is the kind that goes on in the men's toilet on Broadwick Street.

I <3>

PAPERRAD!!

Wow - I've slacked off the posting this week. Katrina and I have spent a bit of time meeting up before she goes back to Australia this weekend - vegemite on toasted bagels and coffee for breakfast at Flat White for starters! YUM! But the rest of the time just work work work.
HERE IS THE HOT NEWS:
Last weekend when I was swanning around Liege with Mash Gordon, Big Pabs was over in Ireland visiting his friends Jacob Ciocci, Ben Jones and Jessica Ciocci, the three artists who make up American collective Paperrad. They guys were over form America installing an exhibition there. Paperrad have been making neon screen prints, spazzed out zines, performing as a variety of different bands [Dr Doo, Extreme Animals], their AWESOME website and now they have recently published a book B.J. and The Dogs and Ben works a lot making videos for people like Beck [I don't rate Beck much, but the video is super cool] and The Gossip. IMHO these dudes have been rocking their neon styles for years and have really influenced a lot of people who are into "neu-rave", unicorns and mystical webdesign. So while Paul had the DV camera out, Paperrad saw Pippa's fashion files [post last week] and were inspired to pimp their own steelo just for us!! COOL!!



Ben tries to convince us he is into neu-rave and DFA... somehow I don't believe him. Jessica looks amazing! And Jacob only wears shoes indoors.

xx Emma