Monday, 18 November 2013

Real food market - South Bank


If you're looking for something fun to do with your weekend afternoon, then look no further, and get yourself down to the Real Food Market on the Southbank (just make sure you don't eat before hand as there will be lots of tasty morsels to try once you get there!)

The market really is a feast for the eyes and mouth. The traders display all their wares beautifully and abundantly, often laid upon gorgeous wooden boards. It feels very natural and honest, allowing the amazing food to speak for itself. Once we arrived, we did an initial lap of all the different offerings, before we got stuck in to our first meal. (Yes, we ate a quite a bit that afternoon).

We made a start by sharing a brucshetta from Bread Tree. Toasted and topped with a deliciously piquant tomato, garlic and onion topping, drizzled with olive oil and finished with a sprinkling of fresh parsley. Can you tell I enjoyed it?!




After inhaling our amuse bouche, we wandered around a little more, trying to decide on our next picking. There were offerings from Black Acorn, specialising in Iberico Ham, the most amazing hog roast I have ever tasted from Love me Tender, the finest home cooked Moroccan food from Nomades Mororrcan Recipes, and amazing cheese and charcuterie from Une Normanda a Londres Ltd - we couldn't resist buy a few gifts from here.

Luckily everyone hands out tasters, so you get to try all sorts of things without filling up too much.

You can see the full list of traders here - I defy you to read this and not feel hungry!



The Flour Station was piled high with freshly baked breads of all varieties; foccacias, potato breads, sour doughs and ryes - they looked so inviting I could have happily tried them all.








The Indians Next Door were offering slow cooked leg of lamb served up in freshly cooked naan with raita and fresh herbs, which I was very tempted by - it smelt incredible.



In the end we decided our next bite had to be from The Frenchie. Toasted brioche with confit of duck, duck crackling (their words, and perfect descirption!), on a bed of caramelised onions, a slice of melted cheese of your choice - goats cheese, stilton or smoked cheddar, a handful of fresh rocket and a drizzle of truffle honey. It was divine!






Hands off, it's mine!


I had been determined to work my way through more of the fabulous food at the market, but after the Frenchie I had to admit defeat. Not even room for a naughty sweet treat at the end.




So as the evening closed in, and the market continued, we picked up some mulled wine and cider and headed to the river to watch the Lord Mayors Fireworks, which were pretty spectacular.




And to end a pretty perfect Saturday afternoon, as we walked back to get the train home, we stopped for a few cocktails at the Experimental Cocktail Club and the The Blind Pig. Perfect way to warm up - Cheers!



The Market is on every Friday, Saturday & Sunday at the South Bank Centre Square - more info here

Monday, 4 November 2013

Teacups


Before I worked in events, and in interior design, I spent three blissful years at university as a textile designer. I came across some of my old work recently, and thought perhaps it was time for a little trip down memory lane.

This project was born out of a love of colour, pattern, and collecting all things pretty.


It began with a small collection of teacups. A small collection that grew and grew. Being a student, I wasn't able to pop to Wedgewood and pick up their finest bone china. This meant scouring charity shops and car boot sales, which could be pretty hit and miss, BUT when I did come across a little gem, it was all the more special.

As the collection grew, I got out my pencil and watercolours and made studies of all the amazing colours and patterns.

 





From these studies, I created cartoons (a technical term for mock ups in textile design), laying out ideas of how to translate these patterns and colours into weave structures.




 

  


  



Once I had finished creating my cartoons, I made lots of colour photocopies, chopped them up and played around with different combinations. I wanted to recreate the look of my mix matched collection of tea cups, an eclectic mix of the different styles coming together.

Once I decided on my final designs, I set about hand dying my silk. I didn't regret choosing such a varied palette of colours at all...




In the end, I wove 3 pieces, each 3 metres long, each with 1500 threads making up the warp (the threads that run on the loom and made up the colourful stripes). Each piece took about 2 weeks to put onto the loom and weave. It was a tight deadline and seemed a near impossible task at the time, but as things always do, it worked out in the end.

I can honestly say that blood, sweat and a fair few tears went into this, but I have never been prouder of a piece of my own work.








Saturday, 2 November 2013

From One New Year To The Next



Our New Year holiday is booked! After quite a bit of discussion(a few months to be exact) we have decided on Munich. I can't wait to spend a week in the crisp Bavarian city, where I shall learn to drink beer, wrap up warm, and explore the many sights that Munich has to offer. Last year I spent New Year in Berlin, so it will be my second New Year spent in Germany in a row. I have been told that the two cities are very different. 

Berlin, I loved. I'm sure the constant blue skies and fresh and frosty air helped, I do love to get all wrapped up and head out into the cold. And cold it was. It averaged around minus 6 degrees each day, and I think this was warm for Berlin at that time of year.



My brother knows the city well, so he was in effect my tour guide for the week. My first request was an obvious one, but me being me, I of course wanted to visit a food market. There were quite a few to choose from, and in fact we visited quite a few over the week. Most had amazingly fresh street food, of all different nationalities. Where ever we went, there were gorgeous smelling pastries, including Borek, deliciously crisp, hot filo parcels with spinach, feta, pinenuts and warming spices - perfect remedy for frozen fingers.






Look at that exceptionally Germanic sweetie table. No sugary pinks in sight! I'm not a fan of liquorice so I didn't take my chances here.

Berlin is like a living canvas, graffiti is very much a part of the character of the city. No building is free of it, and it seemed to be embraced by those living there, more so than it is in London. Art critic Emilie Trice has called Berlin "the graffitti Mecca of the urban art world." Graffiti tours are popular. From the authority's point of view, if Graffiti brings in tourism, they will turn a  blind eye - with tourism comes money, and Berlin is a city steeped in debt.


In stark contrast to the urban city scape depicted above, there were also lots of pockets of natural beauty. Sometimes you'd forget you were in the middle of Germany's capital city.



Oh, and look, we found ourselves at another food market. This one in particular was a traditional German market, the type we get a lot in England at Christmas. Beer, of course was flowing in abundance, but I am not much a beer drinker, so I stuck to the Gluwein - delicious and deadly, it's a hint stronger than our typical mulled wine!




One of the most iconic sights in Berlin is the Brandenburg Gate. We visited at dusk, and it looked quite spectacular. It was here that scenes of celebration took place when the Berlin wall came down, and the gate itself had to be repaired. 23 years on and the scenes were very different, many a tourist, street performer and the odd stag do were there, thrown in for good measure.






Next on my list was the Jewish Museum. The newest part of the museum, designed by Daniel Libeskind, was haunting. It's striking architecture was designed to represent different elements of Jewish history, the zig zag building is cut through with an axial route, which leads to a dead end, the Holocaust Void, which cannot be entered.

The only void that can be accessed by visitors at the Jewish Museum is the void of Memories. Here lie ten thousand metal faces, representing not only the Jews, but all of those who lost their lives in war. You are invited to walk out into the void, stepping on the faces, listening to the sounds of the metal sheets as they clang together. I found this quite haunting, and felt uncomfortable walking on the metal faces, which I suppose was all part of the design.




One charming element of the museum was the wish tree, which you could climb up inside on the spiral stair case and hang a wish from the branches. It was lovely to stand amongst the leaves and read everyone's messages of hope. I'm a bit hazy on what I wished for, but I have a feeling it came true.

Now, look at this for a beautiful building. Hauptbahnhof is Berlin's main station - its hard to gauge the scale of this from a picture.




From here, we hopped back on the train and paid a visit to Berliner Dom, an absolutely stunning cathedral. The grounds around it were also beautiful - I can imagine in the Summer that the grass would be flooded with tourists soaking up the sun and the views, but since it was pretty freezing, we didn't hang around too long. Long enough for the afternoon to turn to dusk.





The good thing about exploring a city in the freezing cold weather is the excuse to stop in lots of cafes to warm yourself up. Here we drank coffees, teas, chai lattes, ate cake, played childish games and took silly photos. Can you work out what we were doing? I was there and I haven't a clue!













New Year itself was spent drinking very potent Gluwein and watching the fireworks from top of our block of flats where we were staying in Kreuzberg. Fireworks in Berlin go off everyday in the week leading up to New Year. Mostly set off in the street by joe public, you have to watch you don't get in the way when they're going off. More and more get set off as the week continues and by NYE afternoon, it sounds like a battlefield on the streets. From the top of our block of flats, we had a 360 degree view of Berlin, and a 360 degree firework display. I have never seen anything like it, it lasted all night. And I mean all night. In fact, fireworks continued into the next day.

So, 2013 started well. It was great being away with my brother, last time we were on holiday together was probably almost 10 years ago. Let's hope 2014 has an equally good beginning :).