Welcome to the inaugural session of ‘The London Picture Show‘!
If you follow my trials and tribulations on Twitter, you might have noticed that I frequently end up taking a lot of pictures of the places I visit for work and pleasure. As much as I’d love to transform these into proper posts, life gets in the way – this blog isn’t called ‘In Search of Lost Time(s)‘ for nothing after all – and the photographs often end up going to ‘waste’, gathering a fair amount of virtual dust on my USB stick.
And that’s where ‘The London Picture Show’ comes into play, a new series of shorter – and less verbose – blog posts celebrating the beauty (and sometimes also ugliness?) of the British capital throughout the visual medium. For your viewing pleasure, I’m starting off this series today with the urban landscape of London as experienced from Tower Bridge.
I know, it’s been a terribly long time since I’ve last made an appearance on the blog and it feels almost like I’ve become the sidekick on my very own show. I’ve properly fallen off the wagon this time – I shall reassure you, only the blogging one, that is – but I think I’m ready to board this midnight train again. (Can you guess which song they just played on the radio?*)
The past four months have been (almost too) rich in trials and tribulations, including a parental visit nonetheless, and as such my blogging efforts had to take the backseat. (I have a feeling this sentence *might* upset my parents and I really shouldn’t toy with half of my readership.) While life has certainly been hectic in this part of the world, I’ve also launched a new Hidden Mayfair tour and some exciting projects are in the pipeline, so stay tuned for more info soon.
Alright, let’s see if I can still do this blogging malarkey. Today I invite you to join me on a 5am adventure around Covent Garden. (Yes, late sleepers, I’m afraid that’s not a typo!)
Covent Garden as many of you have probably never experienced it: completely empty!
I hope this new blog post finds you well? We’ve made it to the end of yet another month and I can’t wait to turn the page on this one. February has never really been a particular favourite of mine and there have been a few bumps along the road this year. I shall spare you the (not-so) gory details as I feel that I have already exceeded my quota of rants for the month …
I’m happy to report I passed my guiding exam at the National Portrait Gallery at the beginning of the month, thanks to the support of my classmates and Lady Emma Hamilton. In a cheeky nod to Helen of Troy, I called Lord Nelson’s rather (in)famous mistress ‘the face that launched a thousand scandals’ and this comparison didn’t go down too well with the examiners, but I have a feeling Emma was smiling down on me that day and would have approved! 🙂
While I truly hate breaking promises, I can’t deliver a blog post about Luxembourg today and I must admit defeat yet again. (Shame on me & mea culpa in one!) Instead I have decided to focus on one of the more pleasant days of February, which included a visit to one of London’s most secret green spaces: [cue for suspenseful music] the Barbican Conservatory.
The rather unusual Barbican Conservatory: where urban and concrete jungle collide.