Due to popular demand, and because the website didn’t have a proper photo of my new skirt, I am posting a picture of my All Saints skirt (which was 50% off, but still not cheap). I had to stand on the window sill of my little London dorm room, a dizzying eight storeys up, to get it in. The lengths I won’t go to for a blog picture; please note my mad photog skillz and my efforts to get the shot (gripping window frame for dear life):
Skirt: All Saints, close-up of pattern on the right
Purple argyle tights: Marks & Sparks (Spencer)
London is lovely. And unseasonably HOT (I know you New Yorkers are suffering but England is not versed in the air conditioner, so there is little respite). I continue to labour with a summer cold though I am determined to soldier on tomorrow at the library with my moldy books. Here are a few shots of guerilla theatre (free!) in London that I have witnessed:
The red unitards are an impromptu dance/contact improv performance on the South Bank by City Hall (the Testicle without Red Ken, sadly), all the more impressive because it was +30 degrees in London that day. That’s the Thames and the Tower of London in the background.
The opera-looking piece was an excerpt from a new opera commissioned by the Royal Opera (for RO2) called Pleasure’s Progress, based on the writings of Hogarth. In Covent Garden, just outside the Royal Opera House. Both were fantastic, and I would have paid to see them. Theatre is the one thing in London that is not exorbitant. Civilised.
Well, theatre and Wensleydale cheese.
Is there anything (cheesy) you binge on when you are in another country? Also, how awesome is my new skirt?