Author Archives: logsylou

literature, photography

i couldn’t enjoy much of anything, except walking to the Ile St Louis

…to the park I’d come to love and rely on. The trees were flowering now, and there was the thick smell of horse-chestnut blossoms. I also liked to look around at the houses surrounding the park, and wonder about the people who filled them, what kind of marriages they had and how they loved or hurt each other on any given day, and if they were happy, and whether they thought happiness was a sustainable thing. I’d stay in the park as long as I could, and then walk home through the sunshine I couldn’t quite feel.

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photography

dreamed a dream by the old canal

I think I promised some Berlin photos a while I go, didn’t I? I know, I know, I’ve taken my time. But these things musn’t be rushed. However, I’m going on holiday again soon (Rome, with my mummy, if you must know!) so figured I should get these out of the way first and leave a creative space in my brain.

Thought I’d start, appropriately, with the hotel. We stayed at the Michelberger Hotel which is in Friedrichshain, right by the East Side Gallery. I don’t think I could recommend it highly enough. I, for one, cannot wait to go back. The ambience in the bar/lounge couldn’t have been more spot on – if I hadn’t been lured to venture outside by gin-fizz and the other delights Berlin had to offer, I’d’ve happily stayed put in the hotel the whole time. All the photos below are from in and around the Michelberger.

Ps. The book of booze. Have they met me?

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life

i don’t know nothing ’bout the why or when, but i can tell that it’s bound to be

Yo, Sunday morning. I’m sitting with paper, toast and coffee, though these came at a price. I ran out of marmite (I can’t have toast without marmite – it’s a scientific impossibility) and had to battle my way through comedy wind and rain to make it to the corner shop. I just hope no-one saw me. I’m back to the comfort of my sofa now, but with the looming knowledge in my mind that I have to work later. I’m hoping it’ll be a quiet shift, after all who leaves the house at a time like this? (Mad people, with buggies, that’s who).

Not much else to report, other than the fact that I bought a giant union jack flag on my way home from work last night (I’m a sucker for anything remotely jubilee/olympics) and that I’m going to be a bridesmaid. Again! I’m something of an old hand. So I’m spending most of my time squealing every so often and trawling the web for hair ideas. I’ve only got 17 odd months to wait (and hit the gym). EXCITING.

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life, photography

like people on the moon, i see things are not meant to be

Well, as you can see, I’ve had a little spruce up around here. (If you can’t see any changes, please press refresh! Something to do with the word CACHED means the changes don’t always show by themselves. Huh?) The boy’s even fiddled with the colours and the links and the archives and a few other things that have been bugging me for ages. I’m still not entirely happy and there’s a few things I’m not sure how to fix it, but I’m going to leave it in the boy’s capable hands. Hopefully it’ll all be ironed out soon and I’ll have a lovely new home!

I have also successfully added some new blogs to my blog roll, all by myself. My current favourites are: thank you, ok, 11.54, schorlemädchen, rose & crown, and sunken treasure. Take a look, why don’t you.

For now though, I’ve got a day off, with my friends ‘cold’ and ‘ear-ache’. We’re waiting for the postman to deliver our new amp so we can finally start spinning records again. Thing is, it’s also my staff night-out this evening; I’d love to say I’m going to stay at home eating grapes and drinking orange juice, but I know myself and that’s not likely to be the case. See you on the other side.

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fashion, life

when it’s not always raining, there’ll be days like this

I read enough blogs daily to know that everyone has moments (days, weeks, even months) of despondency. You could certainly say that’s been me over the last couple of months. But now, for no particular reason that I can name, I feel as though I’ve just snapped back into blog-action. It’s not that I haven’t been doing anything, I just haven’t felt inclined to share it on here. But now I do. And such is life, I suppose. I’ve commissioned a new banner from the boy; nothing fancy, just a change to freshen this place up. And now? Why, some 1980s Chanel, of course. Start as I mean to go on and all that.

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