Wednesday 29 February 2012

Oooooh, Barcelona!

Went on a quick trip to Barcelona last week.... and for all the times I've been to the Mercat Santa Caterina, I have never eaten at the big market restaurant that's on the end / part of it!

(Oh, so I've only actually been to the market twice, not about 12 times like my lead-in made it sound.) 

Amazing place, great food, good buzzy atmosphere. And this fun herb wall!


Long farmhouse tables and trees running along the entire length of the restaurant.


My "medium rare" T-bone. More rare than medium-rare. Good thing that's how I like it.


A photo of the outside, snapped on a previous trip. The market restaurant is on the end there, behind the arched doorways where all the mopeds are parked.

Friday 24 February 2012

A little colour blocking

Just got back from Barcelona, and before that, it was London Fashion Week.

Emails, work, and sleep are calling, but in the meantime, a little colour blocking inspiration for the weekend!


Thursday 16 February 2012

Travel Thursday: Sunbury Antiques Market

A little pre-fashion week post...

The other morning, bright and early (although it wasn't actually bright out since it was only 5:30 am), Elliot and I went to the Sunbury Antiques Market at Kempton Race Park with Dawn. One of the owners of Ibiza Rocks, she was looking for more quirky furniture and bits for Pikes Hotel in Ibiza.

I had read about Sunbury in a recent issue of Time Out, and as this was the first market since the article was published, we were a bit worried that what used to be an antique trader's secret would be overrun with readers (like us) checking out the market for the first time.

Anyway, with the help of one of Dawn's friends in London who owns a curiosity shop, we got in our Zipcar and arrived at Sunbury by 6:15. Doors open to the public at 6:30 and vendors aren't allowed to start displaying their wares until then, but we used the few extra minutes to get a bacon sandwich, tea, and head up to where rows and rows of trucks were waiting.

And then, at 6:30, a cute little old lady started waving a Union Jack, shouting, "We're open! We're open!"

Dawn was on the hunt for some taxidermy... and like the market regulars, we had a couple of torches with us to see things in the dark a bit better. 

I loved this little pink couch. This style of furniture is a rarity in North America (especially Canada), but there are quite a few here. I'm hoping to have a home one day that will accommodate one of my own.

Another little couch that I loved. This one was a lovely periwinkle / baby blue and was in pristine condition. 

An old train wagon with its wheels rubbed and cleaned. This would be great repurposed as a coffee table, but was a little steep for us at £350. We were looking for pieces for our apartment here and Elliot's place in Mallorca, which has 20-foot ceilings and the space to accommodate a more eclectic range of furniture.

I also liked the little silver aluminum containers next to the wagon, which I think were ammunition containers. A row of them would work great as outdoor planters.

A random male mannequin that seemed put together from various other mannequins, and an oversized tennis racket used in advertising campaigns. The racket is amazing!

A bit later, once it was brighter. I LOVED These four chairs—and Dawn actually had bought another six last year! The others are already at Pikes, so she snapped these ones up to go along with them. They were pretty cheap, too: something like all four for £100.

It became very clear that I have a thing for antique sofas and chairs that are (a) velvet, (b) come in sorbet colours, and (b) have fringe trim.

You can't really tell from this photo, but these were all miniatures: the chairs are child sized, and the two mini-kegs are only about 16 inches high. Great for an outdoor kid's tea party or something, no?

I was first drawn to this stall for the Chairman Mao propaganda poster... but we left with the wicker basket chair (we'll replace the orange cushion later). I liked the poster, too, but I'm not sure my dad woud approve.

We also found these little lamps at the same stall. Hard to tell here, too, but the green filing cabinet is super miniature, so the lamps are bedside table-sized and quite heavy. They are from the '70s and it's rare that Elliot falls for something, so I could tell he really wanted these when he kept asking me if I liked them.

We got the lamps and the basket chair for £120.

An old baby pram—actually once used as such! Dawn bought this for Pikes... can't wait to see what purpose she gives it!

This stall had some signs from a sheep and pig showcase. They weren't very old, but there were some vibrant colours and, out of context, on their own on a wall, would make great conversation pieces!

My favourite read "Mixed Pairs"—but at over eight feet long, it was too big for us. 

A random silk print. I liked this but we didn't buy it—I think it was too expensive. Prices at the market are quite random, since every vendor prices their own goods. 

This is a pair of old basket wheelie bins used to hold baguettes in a bakery. They remind me of the bins we used to have in phys.ed. class, that would hold balls and other gym toys.

More taxidermy—tiny animal taxidermy!

We liked this big butcher's cart; something to get one day, if we ever have an enormous kitchen!

From the same vendor: also loved these big farm tables. The tables and benches were quite reasonably priced, too, at £300-£350 for three pieces.

This is how things were set up at the market... literally stuff spilling out of people's trucks. We spotted some interesting-looking chickens at this stall....

And loved them. We brought these home with us, too—they were £15 each!

A tiki bar! SO RANDOM! I do love a good tiki bar, though—and this one was perfectly home-sized. 

And then, just shortly after what time we'd normally wake up, we were done.

Elliot stayed until around 1pm to help Dawn load up the truck she had arranged and reported that most vendors start packing up around noon. The best stuff goes by around 7 or 8am, though—in time for all the market-goers who own their own little shops to get their new finds back in time for opening!

Tuesday 14 February 2012

Happy hearts day


Happy Valentine's Day. Hope yours isn't too cheesy.

(Photo: Chelsea Farmer's Market last Sunday)

Monday 13 February 2012

Saving / shopping in London

For some reason, it's always stuck in my memory that a friend of mine, Grace, once told me that if I lived in New York, I would be able to buy amazing clothes for really cheap. This was years and years ago, when she WAS living in NY and I totally envied her access to the most amazing sample sales, flash sale sites (Gilt didn't ship to Canada back then), blah blah blah. I think I might have also just returned from a trip there, where I spent about $600 at the Barneys warehouse sale (the best sale in the world, I think) and got about eight things. Unheard of.

I bought these D&G shoes at a Barneys warehouse sale years ago.

Anyway, I have learned that this is also the case in London. No big surprise there.

Months of living extremely frugally, without a regular paycheque, means I've completely gone off the deep end again I've done a lot of research and am amazed at how easy it is to find designer stuff on sale here. It all makes the high street stores slightly unappealing... although I'm still not immune to the power of Topshop, Zara and H&M—especially since they all have e-commerce here in London and I can scratch my fast-fashion itch without having to brave Oxford Circus.

I am currently coveting this top from Zara.

Anyway, here are my favourites (perhaps in time for any of the fashion pack who will be in town this weekend for the circus that is London Fashion Week):


Browns Labels for Less: I mentioned this location before—it's the store I literally stumbled into by accident when I meant to go to the Vidal Sassoon salon in Mayfair. The store is small, but fairly well organised. 

Recent finds include a preppy Carven mini-cardigan and a Balenciaga patterned basic tank.


Joseph clearance shop: This is another tiny boutique in the lovely, posh Chelsea neighbourhood. Again, I stumbled upon it—and Elliot, thinking it would have men's, followed me in blindly and regretted it not 30 seconds later—when we were out for a walk last Sunday. 

Recent finds included an amazing pair of blue suede wedge booties by Pierre Hardy, on sale for £56. Regular price = £550. In case you're not very good at math ("maths", as they say here in the UK, which is, I suppose, more correct), that is basically 90% off. Alas, they weren't in my size.

Photo: random Local Data Search site

The Outnet: This is obviously a no-brainer. What's even better about The Outnet here in the UK is that there is zero chance of being charged import taxes or duty, and items literally arrive within two days. No border waits here. 

I currently have this Rag & Bone skirt in my shopping bag. 


Photo: The Outnet

A year ago, the cheeky chaps behind the label, David Neville and Marcus Wainwright, went to Vancouver and I interviewed them at Holt Renfrew, then went to a celebratory event that night, got drunk, and very nearly paid lots of money for the matching zip-up cardigan.

Lastly, there is Bicester Village. For North Americans, this place is just like Woodbury Common (outside NYC) or Seattle Premium Outlets—except 1000x better. A glance at the store listing for women's clothing brands will confirm as much.

Photo of Bicester Village: it even looks like a little village!

Of course, there are also the sample sales. The London Designer Sale is coming up on February 24, Rainbow Wave does an amazing sample sale (coming up in May, I believe), and Daily Candy's London edition has a monthly listing of sample sales

Lastly (for real this time), I'm pleased to "announce" that I am currently working for the company that owns Bicester Village and its eight sister villages, which are dotted around Europe just outside cities like Barcelona, Madrid, Paris, and Frankfurt. I am Acting Editor of the magazine, which will relaunch in April. 

So, there's my update! It's so exciting! I'm having so much fun! Yay!

Friday 10 February 2012

I love London buildings

I love the architecture in London—all the variety of it, the old buildings that keep on giving and being used, the crumbling brick, and how grand everything (okay, almost everything) manages to look, regardless of the state they're in.

I passed this row of houses the other day in Belsize Park, which is a lovely area in northwest London (and also the area where Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin live).

I love the red brick - and since seeing the row, I've noticed that there actually is a lot of red brick in London. Up until now, I (for some reason) had only noticed a lot of old, white houses and dirty, sandstone-coloured fences and bridges.


I don't know who lives here, but I wish it was me. This lovely semi-Tudor-style house is about 5 minutes from Swiss Cottage tube (I've seen similar lovely houses, but mostly in Surrey or Richmond, which is a bit farther of a commute), and I love the circular drive.



I spotted this corner building in Farringdon, in east London. I love its tall, tiny little tower on the corner.   More photos of some other great buildings coming soon.


Wednesday 8 February 2012

Travel Tuesday: The Cotswolds

Sod Travel Thursdays - today is Travel Tuesday! (I suck at keeping to a weekly schedule.)

We headed out of the city to the Cotswolds over the weekend, which is an enormous area that includes six counties and 790 square miles. For Vancouverites, it would be a bit like going to the Okanagan—it's a general region, encompassing a few different cities, except in the case of the Cotswolds, it's only 90 minutes away and there are more villages and tiny towns than proper cities.


"Yay! Mini holiday!!!"

Some countryside colours on our walk from the tiny village of Ebrington to the tiny little village of Ilmington. 

A dirty sheep.

A hidden little frozen pond. I tried to get Elliot to walk across the ice but he was too chicken.

More countryside colours.

A derelict house (that was actually marked on our little hand-drawn map as the "derelict house").

Who ate this corn?

Roadside cattails.


After much walking (what should have taken about an hour took us more like 90 minutes), we found the Howard Arms pub, where we sat next to a fire and I thawed. It was deceptively cold outside!

And while we were inside the pub, all of this snow happened.

And I got very cold. And cranky. I reminded Elliot of my friend who dumped a guy she had been dating for a few weeks because he took her on a hike for her birthday present (her rationale = "he obviously didn't know me very well!").

So cranky, in fact, that I didn't take anymore photos until we went to dinner that night at the Ebrington Arms, a lovely country pub (and guest house) owned by a friend of a friend.

Mmmmm, rabbit, fish and chips, and ale. I've decided that I like ale the best. It's less fizzy so I feel much less bloated after a few pints!

Cool wall hanging. I would like one of these faux deer heads, please.

Not-so-faux, brilliantly taxidermied Fantastic Mr. Fox.

I would also like a few of these candleholders, please.

The next day, we drove to Blenheim Palace, where Winston Churchill was born.

A very impressive door.


Elliot played with the snow.





And played with the snow some more.

And then he threw snowballs into the half-frozen lake. And then we came home!

All in all, a very relaxing weekend spent in the English countryside.


Wheee!