And so it has begun. The feeling I was waiting for. The feeling that actually arrived much later than I anticipated. I’ve started to miss home.
Spring is arriving in Europe and it’s truly the best time of the year. After a winter that lasts for way too long it is like everything and everyone are reborn – the colours are returning and so are the birds and sun and the smiles on people’s faces. The streets will soon be full of summer parties and the parks will be full of sunbathers.
But travelling is addictive and it’s difficult enough to decide which country to head to next, let alone deciding on a return date home.
I’m on Bali now, Lombok from tomorrow, and my Indonesian visa runs out in 2 weeks so I need to book a flight out of here. I can’t decide – too many options. My heart says Philippines but I’ve always wanted to celebrate Vesak which falls on the 24th of May (the Buddhist new year) in a Buddhist country…
I want to be home before the end of the summer but I also want to visit northern Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Philippines and Shanghai! Maybe I should simply take a break from the Asian trip - go back home and work over the summer, and then head back to Asia later in the year?
Too many options makes the heart restless.
Last few days with brother#2 visiting from the North. Running around town eating the best pizza in town, drinking coffee in an Angel warehouse, drinking beers at a darts party in Dalston, playing in the snow (something we rarely get to do in this city), ooh’ing & aah’ing over hot cars, resting our eyes on nice wall art, watching the best movie of the year (I know it’s only January but I’m sure), and curing hungovers with greasy burgers in a backstreet container.
Get your fruit&veg from Al Pacino himself!
I got the best offy ever.
The beautiful old London icon still standing. The four chimneys will soon be torn down, they are too far gone to be saved… but they will thankfully be rebuilt in the same style.
Brooklyn artist RAE opens a solo show at Signal Gallery the 25th of January – Noturnal Trips.
I’m not too familiar with his art yet as he is quite new on UK the scene but I like his non-perfect style. And I like what he said about the way you can look at the city:
“‘Nocturnal Trips’ means everything and nothing about how art relates to my existence. In a literal sense, it deals with the the “trips” I take to install the work I put up on the streets at night and how the city seems a lot different when your scheming as opposed to getting a latte.“
Keep on scheming y’all !
Ran into ET tonight in Ladbroke Grove. Lost his phone and forced into a life of crime.