EARL'S COURT RUMBLE

I don't go out in my local hood that often but god knows when I do, not even a broken ankles gonna stop the shenanigans...first stop (well actually there was only two) was a pretty Russian restaurant we'd been meaning to check out for ages...Nikita's. Name checking Elton John as a favourite customer on their website, the restaurant featured a veritable cacophony of beautiful, distinctive interior murals inspired by ornate  Russian houses and originally designed to brighten the long winter nights.

Nikita's food was heartily divine (see dumplings above), the vodka flowed freely, the waitresses eminated that idiosyncratic charm only Russian ladies can and when we least expected it, the crazy accordion player (below) started busting out traditional balalaika tunes...turned up to 11. According to the website he was Bibs Ekkel 'one of the top masters of the balalaika outside Russia', however he seemed to be favouring Abba tunes at our table that night in tribute to my two stunning Swedish (almost) identical twin sister dining compadres.

After Nikita's we hobbled along to my favourite London cafe - The Troubadour. I first discovered this magical place at the age of 17 and spent months trying to locate its wonderful selection of rickety teapots in the window again years later when I finally came to reside in the city.

With a chequered, bohemian history dating from its inception in the 1950s, the cafe includes a subterranean live music bar - keeping alive a tradition of folk and jazz which reputedly saw the likes of Bob Dylan play at the venue.

What I love most though are the curious interiors (below) - traditional and European in style, featuring all kinds of hanging saucepans, iron work, enormous keys and locks, wooden puppets, musical instruments and statues. The cafe also has a fertile, fairy-lit beergarden out the back, a really beautiful atmosphere in which to spend a midsumummer night's dream... 

JOSEPHINE KING AT RIFLEMAKER

Josephine King's October Riflemaker show entitled 'Life So Far' proved to be another intriguing hit for the Soho gallery. Regularly receiving over 200 visitors daily (respectable numbers for such a small space) with over 400 on the show's best day, King's work reportedly left some emotional punters in tears.

The vibrant ink paintings on paper present a series of reflections on the artist's own bi-polar condition - musings often frightening in their intensity and honesty - decoratively framing each image (below). King's utilisation of bold, occasionally contrasting block colour and two-dimensional, naive style of portraiture establishes an unexpected dichotomy with the dark, often disturbing content of the text. 

This series of paintings clearly reference Frida Kahlo primarily through the themes of illness, hospitalisation and medication, within a style of confessional self portraiture. King herself acknowledged the similarity and confessed a love of the Mexican artist in a lively discussion with Riflemaker's director (below). Framing (Kahlo's curtains to King's words) and animal motifs again create parallels between the two artists, as well as the idiosyncratic sartorial style both women adopted within their respective imagery and real lives. 

King also brought along some beautiful examples of 400 sketchbooks produced over her prolific artistic life. Much of this output documents her time spent travelling in exotic locations such as the evocative images made in India below. These paintings very successfully infuse King's unique, flat, two-dimensional style with a sense of the fluid forms, rich colours and traditional aesthetic of the subjects and atmosphere surrounding her in these inspiring far away lands.   

The artist herself was remarkably open and forthcoming about her work, happily posing for photographs and offering to email groupies hungry for further discussion of her output. She was also quite forthright about her discomfort with London's Frieze art fair being 'too conceptual', an opinion to be applauded, along with the suggestions of too commercial/corporate/mainstream/wanky etc etc. There goes my invitation to next years event. Wotevs.

LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW

Such a beautiful novelty being woken up at 2am by a stark, pure white glow reflecting off the snow through my venetian blinds...this is the first fall of the season - much heavier and earlier than usual...

Views like these make my shyster slum landlords' outrageous rent increases almost tolerable...almost.

EPPING FOREST GOLD

Autumn is my favourite season on account of all the dramatic golds and burgundies falling out of the skies, the crisp early morning sun and the gradually increasing chill-factor in the air. You just know the long winter dark night of the soul is imminent and the urge to enjoy every last glimpse of sunshine becomes paramount.  

I usually like to go for a least one really good walk at this time of year to admire the changing of the seasons, whether it be Kew Gardens, Hyde Park or in this case the scenic Epping Forest, occupying a 12-mile stretch between north east London and the county of Essex. 

The forest was reportedly used for hunting in Tudor times, that old rake Henry VIII building a great, heavy beamed hunting lodge still extant today on the forest's southern edge. Above is an atmospheric little churchyard in Buckhurst Hill, just east of the parkland and below are some fine examples of the awe-inspiring beauty to be found in Epping, its temporary nature only making it all the more poignant...

 A ha! Civilisation at last!

LONDON'S BEAUTIFUL INDEPENDENT SHOPS

London has some really fabulous, eccentric little independent shops, generally located in the more bourgeois parts of town like my beloved old 'hood of Kensington or the hipster Dickensian back alleys of Shoreditch. Some of these quirky outlets have been decorated with such attention to period detail they almost look like a film set, and really contribute to the charming ambience of London's streets. 

Lacquer Chest Too (above), a quaint little antiques emporium on Kensington Church Street was established in 1951 and 'started out selling objects nobody else sold - and still do'. The shop offers a side business in prop hire consisting of a veritable cornucopia of wares covering five floors available for film and photography shoots. Their window features quality, authentic items such as these 19th c ebony dominoes below, displayed with beautiful handmade tags and a loving care distinctly lacking from your local high street.   

John and Jessie's bespoke florist - also on the Kensington Church Street - has a tiny premises but what it lacks in size it makes up for in atmosphere on its inviting shop floor. The interiors burst with stunning orange birds of paradise and bright hydrangeas in rich magenta and delicate lilac hues, all set off with a beautiful vintage wallpaper background (below). The florist's clean black and gold shop front oozes smart London charm, perfectly complementing the cute cafe next door's retro outdoor tables.

Probably my favourite London shop though has got to be the delectable Ottolenghi on Holland Street. One of a chain of four outlets (Notting Hill, Islington and Belgravia being their other upmarket locations), the shop offers a mouthwatering selection of indulgent treats, both savoury and sweet, as well as a range of bespoke gourmet breads and other goodies. The shop window features vintage platters of unusual, pretty cakes such as the lemon, polenta & pistachio friands and succulent handmade coffee or raspberry meringues (below). Ottolenghi always does a cracking Saturday trade, Kensington's poshest residents dropping by for their weekend brunch orders, nervy pugs in tow and enormous Range Rovers illegally parked outside. A constant stream of European tourists and fatwacs stop by too, faces pressed hard against the window, salivating at the gorgeous sweetmeats whilst recoiling in horror at the prices. Quality is expensive, of course, and in this instance it is 100% worth the price!  View Ottolenghi's delicious blog here.

Finally, a little pic of the gorgeous Ann's light shop (below), whose shopfront is always packed with cosy, glowing lamps and vintage light fittings. The shop forms part of a spectacular and much larger historical building (though I'm not certain what period) which gently follows the curve of Kensington Church Street as it snakes its way up towards Notting Hill.  

LANVIN POUR H&M

Today sees the onslaught of another insane frenzy of consumerist credit card abuse with hoards of feverish ladies descending on H&M stores to purchase pieces from Lanvin's new diffusion range.

The Swedish fashion retailer has become renowned for collaborations with both high-end designers and celebrities, starting with Chanel's funny little designer dandy Karl Lagerfeld in 2004. Partnerships with labels such as Viktor & Rolf and Stella McCartney as well as celebrands like Madonna and Kylie Minogue followed, affording the aspirational high street girl access to the illusion of an unattainable designer lifestyle marketed towards her ad nauseum. Feeling insecure yet girls?

The collection incorporates some trademark Lanvin staple looks such as the flirty, frilled dresses in bold block colours (above) displaying a nostalgic nod to the 80s, while not straying too far from the traditional high-end Lanvin brand image (above top). Some menswear pieces are included in the range as well, but like...who cares? 

Another way for mere mortals to live the Lanvin dream is via this sumptuous coffee table hard-back extravagaza (below). The book details the history of Jeanne Lanvin's brand from its 1909 couture beginnings through the development of the Lanvin design house encompassing home decor, menswear, lingerie, furs and even its own dye factory. The imagery is lavish and vintage, the text covering the full Lanvin history right up until the current reign under Morroccan-born artistic director Alber Elbaz. 

Lanvin are perhaps best known however, for their 1927 signature scent Arpege (below). This beautiful fragrance - still available today - was allegedly created by Jeanne Lanvin for her daughter's 13th birthday (how chic), the name referencing the term 'arpeggio' and inspired by her love of music. The classic noir bottle features a modernist design, symbolic of a mother and daughter's preparation before a grand ball. If Austerity Britain means you can't stretch to a piece of H&M's Lanvin range, the least you can do is shoplift, I mean, go crazy with the Arpege tester next time you're in Boots. You're worth it (especially if L'Oreal tell you so).

All images courtesy of Google

THE THIN HOUSE, SHEPHERDS BUSH

Property is such an emotive subject in London and the remarkable 'Thin House' (a converted milliner's shop) in Shepherd's Bush (exterior shot below) caused controversy last year when it appeared on the market with an asking price of around £550,000. The situation seemed indicative of the insanity of London property prices when you consider the house measured only  5'5" wide at some points - a feature enterprising real estate agents marketed as the house's charming 'unique selling point'.

In fairness, the property's beautifully renovated interiors (below) and Zone 2 location may have warranted the half-million plus price tag, its two bedrooms and 1000sq footage spread over five levels. However, its esoteric design offers limited appeal to families with children, lazy so-and-sos with an aversion to stairs and claustrophobes, who most certainly, need not apply. Instead, The Thin House has 'media professional' or 'young internet entrepeneur' stamped all over it...the trendy bastards.

The architects have, of course, fully utilised the long narrow space to maximum effect, with stylish wooden built-in futons and compact, slim bookcases lining the distinctive property's numerous hallways (below). In a city where space is at an absolute premium, its interesting to note that even smaller premises comprise a niche sector of London's property market - an uninhabitable 11ft 3in x 7ft 3in former cleaner's cupboard in Chelsea valued at £170k plus around £30k to make it livable - hitting the headlines last year also.

These kinds of stories might be mildly entertaining for tourists or simply bewildering for Britons living outside London's boroughs. Things hold a little more gravity however, if you're an average wage earner residing in the city and attempting to gain a foothold on a beastly property ladder you know remains out of bounds. Even a hefty deposit provides no guarantee of success in a situation where banks simply refuse to lend. And when the average worker can no longer afford to live in their native city, the concept of emigration becomes an increasingly viable option. The question remains, what do our fine city's powerful men - those 'masters of the universe' Bullingdon Club alumni care?

All images courtesy of the interweb

A PRETTY GREEN LIAM GALLAGHER

It seems Carnaby Street is the place middle-aged rock'n'roll stars go to reinvent themselves, specifically Liam Gallagher in the form of post-Oasis men's clothing venture 'Pretty Green'. The Old Burnage Bully is tastefully spreadeagled over his new shop window, manfully draped in a vintage union flag that puts Morrissey's notorious 1992 Finsbury Park performance to shame (below). That trademark intimidating scowl burns holes into the skulls of innocent Japanese tourists, Gallagher's pretty vacant looks and celebrity bankability making a potent combination. Kerching!

Apparently 'founded and designed' by Gallagher himself, (difficult to imagine the moody so-and-so fingering fabric swatches and frantically sketching all night on a massive, Lagerfeld-style creative bender), the store capitalises on both Oasis' characteristically British brand of football casual/mod fusion style and the rich cultural, music and fashion legacy of London's famous Carnaby Street. With a logo ripped straight off the Beatles' distinctive 1965 Rubber Soul album cover, its interesting to ponder if the store's name is a sly nod not only to Weller but also towards all those pretty green dollar bills hes going to rake in with this new incarnation...

Pretty Green's wares incorporate swinging '60s and mod-influenced 'Black Label' tailored designs, including a range of parkas priced from £420 to £555. The more casual 'Green Label' diffusion line features less expensive pieces in rich burgundy, blue, purple and green hues. The reasonably priced desert boot at £95 in distinctive champagne and green is pretty cool, along with the brilliant black suede Lennon hat artfully modelled by the man himself. La Gallagher's regular pounding of Hamsptead Heath's paths (keeping an eagle eye out for Georgie Michael!) in early morning mists have paid off, his youthfully buff form showcased in all its frowny glory on the store's website.

Brother Paul Gallagher, Ocean Colour Scene's Steve Craddock and ex Ride shoegazer/Oasis band mate Andy Bell have all made in-store DJ appearances (presumably Noel's invite got lost in the post). The shop also functions as a venue showcasing exclusive new material and events for Liam's post-Oasis musical outfit Beady Eye. Could it be Liam's been reading the Katie Price guide to branding and business diversification? Definitely maybe.

WHOSE COAT IS THAT JACKET YOU'RE WEARING?

In my experience, the Welsh are generally pretty cool. The seminal Manic Street Preachers can't be wrong (4 REAL Richey!), and renegade artist Mike Ballard is no exception. Ballard's current London show 'Whose Coat Is That Jacket You're Wearing?' is on this October in a temporary exhibition space (an old tailor's shop, aptly) in Euston.

The show comprises hundreds of coats suspended from the ceiling, stolen by Ballard over a decade from London pubs and clubs (below). Upon his arrival in London from a small village in North Wales, the artist's own precious coat was stolen. His twisted punishment for the city that broke his illusions seems to have manifested itself in a compulsion to rack other peoples' coats. The pungent stench of stale fags, spilt beer and acrid sweat engulfs the visitor on arrival, adding an air of putrid authenticity to proceedings.  Each coat is labelled with a witty anecdote about its liberation or the artist's existential opinions on London life (above). Ballard's small-town musings on the big-city experience reflect his own relocation from a North Wales village to London, a journey so common to our fair city's endless multitude of foreign inhabitants. The originality and inherent humour of Ballard's show was intriguing, as was the patently absurd, fundamental stoopidity of the project. The irony remains that he didn't actually steal any of the coats' contents, instead cataloguing and photographing the items as part of the exhibition. What a waster...