Showing posts with label lifestyle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lifestyle. Show all posts

House Tour: Battersea Power Station, London


February 20, 2017

House Tour: Battersea Power Station, London

Life, lately: That sinking feeling


February 09, 2017

Life, lately: That sinking feeling

Seven things for 2017





























Look, everyone knows that that the road to disappointment is paved with New Year's Resolutions - Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity; oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked - but allow me the beautiful fallacy that is the blank slate we dub "a fresh start & the chance to not eff this one up". In this very spirit of wide-eyed optimism (no doubt partly fueled by hunger pang-hallucinations. Ah, Dry January) I present to you my 
7 THINGS FOR 2017...
THANK YOU AFTAB BB FOR THIS BAE PHOTO OF ME
                          









January 06, 2017

Seven things for 2017

Look, everyone knows that that the road to disappointment is paved with Ne...

One last look at 2016

December 31, 2016

One last look at 2016

Unboxing Day: A Sneak Peek at My Christmas Haul


Look, today I'm not even going to try to English - I know that most of you come, you see the pictures; you conquer or rather, close tab. Besides, I'm knackered. Perhaps it's the exhaustion of hauling ass from dawn to dusk volunteering at the local homeless shelter on Christmas Day. Maybe it's from attempting a 60 person-strong Mannequin Challenge during a boozy Christmas dinner. Possibly from running around London on Boxing Day to make the most of the Pokemon Go Christmas event (plot twist: Niantic makes Santa-hat-wearing-Pikachu the new norm. Trainers who transferred their hatless Pikachu to make room before hoarding festive 'Chus as collectibles weep en masse).


Whatever it is, I've got a cold, which I'm sure is appropriate on some level because 2016 has been a real clustercuss of a year and that bitch just won't quit. Much like my favourite present this Christmas: a very loud, so terrible-it's-amazing Gucci Lilith handbag in a very limited edition - only 27 in the world, and only available in-store so if you fancy one head down to the flagship on Bond Street. I'm rather less taken by the Gucci loafers, but I've included them for posterity anyway before exchanging them for a Harrods Gift Card (see what I swapped them for on my Dayre microblog). 

Fun little stocking stuffers - festive Yankee Candles that smell uncannily like Christmas trees and candy canes, a little Fendi purse, an Anya Hindmarch Rubik's Cube I forgot to actually take a photo of for this post (see, I told you I'm tired) - padded out an otherwise sparse Christmas present haul. You'll have no complain from me otherwise. 

The bird-song outside my window (the poor buggers are confused by the city's light pollution, it's only three in the morn...) is my cue to turn in for the night. I'll do a proper 'What's In My Handbag' post to get you acquainted with Lilith, but for now I leave you with photos of my Christmas present haul, sans witty repertoire because a) I'm tired and ill and b) does anyone actually read this anyway? If you do, comment below: "I am the Loch Ness monster".
How was your Christmas? What did you get up to? Were you naughty or nice? 
What did Santa slip in your stocking, the dirty devil? 

December 27, 2016

Unboxing Day: A Sneak Peek at My Christmas Haul

Look, today I'm not even going to try to English - I know that most of you come, you see the pictures; you conquer or ra...

Dealing with Depression During The Festive Season

Christmas Confessional: Dealing with Depression During The Festive Season






The flip side of festivity:
How do you cope with depression during 'the most wonderful time of the year'?

It's the most wonderful time of the year...is it though? The truth is, I've been battling the blues ever since I fractured my foot - read the gruesome story on my Dayre microblog. Now, I've always hesitated discussing mental health on this blog because, well, admitting to struggling with depression isn't terribly aspirational. Shiny it isn't but real it is, and while the causes of my current mental state may seem relatively 'first world problems' allow me to politely point out that I have the right to feel the way I do as much as anyone has the right to an opinion. 

HO, HO, NO

Opinions aside, the facts are: I've had to take extremely strong painkillers for the good part of a month while recovering from a broken bone. I've just about managed to free myself from its side effects when I had to face a new set of chemical imbalances to my system (I'll explain below). Add to the mix a figurative 5 month prison sentence + not even the soothing salve of shopping to ease the pain, and I've found myself suffering episodes of insomnia, depression, and anxiety attacks. Add the aggravation of festivity forced down my throat and eventually the Christmas lights on Regent Street begin to look less like twinkling stars and more like mocking leers (top marks for mulled wine-scented toilet paper and prosecco crisps, though). 

Anyway, that's a long enough introduction. It's time for my Christmas confessional...



NO... TRAVELLING

Would you ask a bird not to sing? Or a fish not to swim? So why, in the name of all things sacred would you withhold a travelling blogger's passport for half a year while you deliberate on whether to hand her the keys to the country she's made her home in, paid taxes to, and provided employment to the nationals of for the past ten years? The decision to grant me with Indefinite Leave To Remain should be a no-brainer really, but I respect that there's a process. 

What I find perplexing is why I have to be grounded in the country during the process without any of my photo ID - I can't board a domestic flight let alone join my family's annual trip. Right now, they're chasing the Northern Lights in Iceland.


My despondence is not helped by the many photos they're spamming the family Whatsapp group chat. The glaciers aren't the only thing that's blue. My misery at not being able to travel abroad for another five months is only going to get worse, to say nothing of affecting my work as a huge part of my blog content is travel-related. It's safe to say that the time between now and when I get my passport back is so far the greatest personal and professional challenge I've ever faced in my life.

NO... SHOPPING

The run up to Christmas is most profitable for peddlars of conspicuous consumption, including "social media influencers" (I shudder to use that phrase, but alas - a spade by any other name would sound just as twee) frantically going on Net-a-Porter shopping binges to shoot for their blogs (gotta get those 'Gift Guides' with affiliate links up in time for Christmas, amirite?) before quickly returning the loot to get their money back for spending on the things that really matter, like...gin. Or buying followers. Not naming names. You'll have none of that from me, because one: I can't be bothered with disguising money-grubbing as care for my readers, and two: gifting is too personal to simplify down to the lowest common denominator. 


Besides, the only purchase on my mind right now is my new apartment in Phase 1 of Battersea Power Station. I bought the flat before it hit the public market (good job I did, too, because the units sold out in hours) back in 2013 and completely forgot about it even though I've apparently blogged about my Circus West pad. Unfortunately, my lapse of memory and blissful ignorance left me with the sudden prospects of having to renovate my current place (before I put it up for sale) and redecorating the new place. These things cost money, so I've had to prioritise practical over Prada. Save for a very versatile, sure to be 'hero piece' pair of black snakeskin Lucy Choi pointed pumps (above) and some books, all recent shopping has to be home-related...if any at all. The concept of saving vs shopping is as depressing as it is alien to me, but hey, what's the point of "having $40,000 of shoes and nowhere to live"?

NO... SMOKING

...and here it is, the real reason why I'm as morose as I am. You didn't really think that lack of foreign travel and non-home-related-shopping was enough to tip me into a dark place? If yes, wow, give me some credit. Of course those two temporary lifestyle changes have contributed to me not feeling my best, but the straw or rather filter that broke this camel's back is the last cigarette I stubbed out, hopefully forever.

That's right. I've quit smoking. Allow me to rephrase: I am becoming a non-smoker. Not "quitting" - I hate that word. I blogged in greater detail on my Dayre about how painful the withdrawal symptoms were during the first week (I'm on Day 11 now) which I expected... 

...what I did not see coming was the clinical depression that followed when the nicotine left my system, taking with it the 'happy chemicals' of vasopressin, norepinephrine, serotonin, and dopamine. Yet I insisted on going cold turkey rather than wean myself gradually with a nicotine replacement therapy (vapes just look...pretentious).

Despite the hell of painful cravings plus my mind and body being caught in a chemical-based storm as my system struggles to cope with the sudden, shocking expulsion of five years worth of ingested poison, I hold steadfast that I'm doing the right thing for my health both short and long term. Plus, every penny I save helps the 'new home cause'. I apparently used to spend £300 on cigarettes a month. Shocking.

The true test of willpower was last Saturday, at my friend's star-studded birthday party. Literally star-studded (not just in the full of celebrities and Rich & Aristocratic Kids Of Instagram way): it was India's Cosmic Birthday, complete with its own sparkly unicorn Snapchat filter. I'm so proud of myself for resisting a cheeky puff despite being surrounded by dozens of London's more glamorous smokers.


READ MORE:
Smoke Free Me: 
Day 3 and Day 7


Now you understand the three greater causes that I'm fighting for: a good home, a good house, and good health. Spending Christmas alone, without friends or family, wouldn't usually be a big deal to me. But when faced with the chemical rollercoaster that supposedly is the worst during the first 21 days from when one stops smoking, and no travel + no company + no money + no drugs to ease the pain my situation quickly escalated into full-blown depression. On the plus side though, I started my 'Smoke Free Me' journey on the 3rd, which means that the worse of this clinical depression should be over by the end of the 24th. Just in time for Christmas then. This year, my present to myself is good health.

I may not be in a position to shower myself nor friends with lavish and decadent gifts this year, but I have something rather more special to give. As per my annual tradition, I'll be volunteering at my local homeless shelter on Christmas Day. If you'd like to do the same, you can find out from my posts below on how to make a difference this festive season.


Do you or have you suffered from depression and/or other mental health issues during the festive season? 
How did you cope?
December 13, 2016

Dealing with Depression During The Festive Season

The flip side of festivity: How do you cope with depression during 'the most wonderful time of t...

Why the Fiat 500 is the Perfect City Car


Why The Fiat 500 is the perfect city car
November 21, 2016

Why the Fiat 500 is the Perfect City Car

West London: Chelsea, South Kensington, & Notting Hill



FROM CHELSEA TO NOTTING HILL VIA SOUTH KENSINGTON:
A WEST LONDON DAYTRIP, POWERED BY THE FIAT500

POSH, BROKE, & BORED x FIAT: Part 1 of 2
November 16, 2016

West London: Chelsea, South Kensington, & Notting Hill

FROM CHELSEA TO NOTTING HILL VIA SOUTH KENSINGTON: A WEST LONDON DAYTRIP, POWERED BY THE F...

Summertime Sadness

October 11, 2016

Summertime Sadness

Formula 1 Malaysian Grand Prix 2016

Formula 1 Malaysian Grand Prix 2016
October 03, 2016

Formula 1 Malaysian Grand Prix 2016

Daydreaming with...Stanley Kubrick

Daydreaming with...Stanley Kubrick at Somerset House, London
DAYDREAMING WITH...STANLEY KUBRICK AT SOMERSET HOUSE, LONDON
August 11, 2016

Daydreaming with...Stanley Kubrick

DAYDREAMING WITH...STANLEY KUBRICK AT SOMERSET HOUSE, LONDON

Jetset Diaries: A Day In The Life of Jessica Patterson


A day in the life of one-woman PR powerhouse Jessica Patterson of JPR Media.


GUEST POST BY JESSICA PATTERSON, THE PINT-SIZED PR POWERHOUSE OF JPR MEDIA
July 22, 2016

Jetset Diaries: A Day In The Life of Jessica Patterson

GUEST POST BY JESSICA PATTERSON, THE PINT-SIZED PR POWERHOUSE OF JPR MEDIA

My God, what have EU done?! 5 Thoughts on Brexit



WHAT DOES BREXIT MEAN FOR THIS PRO-EU LONDONER, 

IMMIGRANT, AND TRAVELLING BLOGGER?

June 26, 2016

My God, what have EU done?! 5 Thoughts on Brexit

WHAT DOES BREXIT MEAN FOR THIS PRO-EU  LONDONER,  IMMIGRANT, AND TRAVELLING BLOGGER?

Royal Academy Summer Exhibition 2016


A date in Mayfair, London: The Royal Academy Summer Exhibition 2016 Blogger's Evening, dinner and drinks at The Wolseley and Sake No Hana.


A BLOCKBUSTER DATE NIGHT IN MAYFAIR THAT STARTED AT 

Call me the Alexander Petrovsky of date night. And before any of you shake your fists at me with cries of Team Aidan! or Team Big! (Team Berger? No? Darn right, he was a real wet towel), hear this Sex And The City-binge-watching-sister out. So maybe I'm neither composing 'Ick!'-inducing love songs on my grand piano* nor waltzing in couture** at the local Maccy D's, but if you want me to show you a good time you gotta get your art on (and get to grips with chopsticks - you'll see why in a bit). And as far as London art exhibitions go, it doesn't get bigger than the annual Royal Academy Summer Exhibition. Every year, this world-class institution of art hosts its legendary open-submission summer show, with an eye-watering exhibit of over a thousand works within the Palladian-mansion walls of Burlington House. Because either you go big or you go home. Jack Berger, I'm talking to you...
#RASUMMER

 *but I did compose a painting for my intended...
**although I was wearing Valentino, does that count?

June 19, 2016

Royal Academy Summer Exhibition 2016

A BLOCKBUSTER DATE NIGHT IN MAYFAIR THAT STARTED AT  THE  ROYAL ACADEMY SUMMER EXHIBITION 2016 Call me the Alexander Pe...

Ciao, Milano! Fondazione Prada, Milan




THE (ART) HOUSE THAT MIU MIU BUILT: THE NEW MILAN VENUE OF FONDAZIONE PRADA

June 15, 2016

Ciao, Milano! Fondazione Prada, Milan

THE (ART) HOUSE THAT MIU MIU BUILT:  THE NEW MILAN VENUE OF FONDAZIONE PRADA

How I Lost 8kg in 8 Weeks (without exercise)





THE BEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING: FROM FAT TO FIT IN 3 STEPS

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Allow me to preface this post with a disclaimer that I am not a nutrition nor fitness expert. I'm from the far side of the moon, yo - you're talking to an aspiring skinny b*tch who wants to have her cake, Instagram it, and eat it too. In other words, a wishful thinker and a goddamn fool. To be honest, given my salad-dodging reputation, I wouldn't have blamed you for reading this blog post and thinking it an April's Fool joke. Losing 18.3kg (that's 40lbs, or 2 stone 11lbs) is arduous enough let alone striving to achieve that goal in 3-4 months without an exercise regime in place. Yet here I am: 3 months and some twenty restaurant/bar/café reviews later, having dropped a dress size and down to 70kg from my starting weight of 78.3kg. Whaaaaack. How did I drop it like a hot potato? Were drugs, starvation, or parasites involved? The answers are, in reverse order; God no, hell no, I wish, and read on to find out how I lost 8kg in 8 weeks in just three simple steps.
June 08, 2016

How I Lost 8kg in 8 Weeks (without exercise)

THE BEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING: FROM FAT TO FIT IN 3 STEPS __________________________________________ Allow me ...

Myki Sand Bar - Archer Street, Soho


THE LAUNCH OF  MYKI SAND BAR AT ARCHER STREET, SOHO
May 26, 2016

Myki Sand Bar - Archer Street, Soho

The Society Club, Cheshire Street

The Society Club, Cheshire Street.  The established Soho literary members club opens in Shoreditch with a specialist bookshop with cocktails and evening events. Dog friendly, too - the perfect East London spot to while away an afternoon reading, writing, and drinking.

  FROM SOHO TO SHOREDITCH: WHY THIS LONDON LITERARY SALON IS MY FAVOURITE READING ROOM
"If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t f**k them. Don’t sleep with people who don’t read!"    Sage dating advice by John Waters for sapiosexuals seeking similar savants. Smart is sexy, end of. So it comes as no surprise that like an moth to a flame (because so many of history's greatest intellectuals are self-destructive like that...) I've gravitated toward the new Shoreditch branch of Soho literary circle The Society Club on Cheshire Street.
May 12, 2016

The Society Club, Cheshire Street

  FROM SOHO TO SHOREDITCH: WHY THIS LONDON LITERARY SALON IS MY FAVOURITE READING ROOM "If you go home with somebody a...

clueQuest: Revenge Of The Sheep (giveaway!)


WITH MY INGLOURIOUS BAAAAAH-STERDS AT CLUEQUEST: REVENGE OF THE SHEEP 

It's official - should the end be nigh, it's neither the Rick Grimes nor the Batmans (Batmen?) of the world who will swoop in to save your sorry souls. The real heroes, my friends, are the curious breed of hardcore social-media addicts you call bloggers - not just because our savvy for all things tech and trending will come in handy for breaking codes, although you can be damn sure that any live updates on the apocalypse will be extensively shared on Snapchat - but because, as Professor Blacksheep will attest when we foiled his dastardly plans with 12 minutes to spare, bloggers do it better. Can I get a 'Squad, squad'?
April 27, 2016

clueQuest: Revenge Of The Sheep (giveaway!)

WITH MY INGLOURIOUS BAAAAAH -STERDS AT CLUEQUEST: REVENGE OF THE SHEEP   It's official - should the end be nigh, it's ...

Personal Finance: Why I have 4 Barclays bank accounts

How I manage my personal finances with 4 Barclays bank accounts, Barclays Mobile Banking, and Barclays Personalised Card Designer.


WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM THE ‘FANTASTIC FOUR’

April 14, 2016

Personal Finance: Why I have 4 Barclays bank accounts

WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM THE ‘FANTASTIC FOUR’