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WEEK 20: Upset Tummy & OXO prep
I forgot to add these pics to the last post. This is a picture of the stack of paper Tony said I could use for printing the business cards and the other two images show the boxes of white T-shirts they're selling in the uni shop.
Now to this week.
My weird stomach issues continued. I called my GP and when I mentioned to them I was also experiencing heartburn and a tightness in my chest with every cramp in my abdomen, they said I would have to go to the ER because it could be a stroke or heart attack or smth serious. That scared me. My friend drove me to a walk in clinic and the entire time we were in the waiting room I was fine. It was weird. Like now they someone was about to check it out, the pain had stopped. They took a urine sample, my blood pressure and gave my tummy a good feel test but couldn't determine the cause. The lady prescribed me some pills to take for the next week and said I should go to my GP if it continued. I can tell you right now that this kept up despite the meds for another 9 days but I didn't bother going to the GP again. (My GP has a Google rating of 1.2 stars...)
Very odd sickness that slowed the week down and had me reschedule my tissue printing appointment with Tony for next week but apart from that I was just glad it was over eventually.
This is where I should mention that the work I was giving to be exhibited at the OXO Tower was framed by an old UAL alumni named Roy. It was pretty pricey to have all 3 pieces framed (3x A3 prints = £75 for frames), despite the tutors reassuring us it's a better deal than we can get anywhere else but now I have 3 quality frames that will last me a long time. If I look at them as an investment the 75 pounds sting less. Also, Roy was a lovely person who clearly loves his job and knows his worth so I won't beat myself up over spending that much for his work.
These pictures are from the way to the OXO Tower to drop off my work.
There was a long queue of students checking in their work. You can see me in the back towards the window standing crouched with my terrible posture haha!
I wasn't personally there when they hung the work but someone took pictures of it all and made them available to us. The neon pink of the riso prints makes them really easy to spot among the rest. And here you can see the frames too.
#student life#ual#university of the arts london#studyblr#london college of communication#illustration and visual media#lcc#uni life#OXO Tower#OXO Exhibition#exhibition
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”L’Arbre Blanc” (The White Tree) Residential Tower, Montpellier, France,
Sou Fujimoto Architects + Nicolas Laisné + OXO architects + Dimitri Roussel
#art#design#architecture#arbre#tree#white#residential#tower#montpellier#france#sou fujimoto#nicolas laisné#oxo#dimitri roussel#staircase#stairway#Staircases#staircasedesign#stairsdesign#stairwell
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Our building is directly across the Thames from the OXO Tower, and our desks have a great view of it.
Little known fact: every hour on the hour when the OXO is lit up, the letters cycle through rainbow colours for a full minute. So every year when the clocks go back, we gather at the window and celebrate OXO O'Clock.
I'm WFH today, but Àine wanted to make sure I didn't miss out!
#gollancz blogging#London#The OXO tower says Gay Rights#This never fails to baffle people on the other side of the floor#Who can't work out why we all suddenly surge towards the window at 4:59 and then cheer
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Traveling to London tomorrow ✨
Exhibiting in the OXO Tower Wharf
6 of my pieces will be on display
I will be representing both the NFT space and AI art in a setting of contemporary- traditional art.
Will you be there?
#aiia #exhibition #contemporaryart #London
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Private View _ LSBU Exhibition, London South Bank University _ Oxo Tower Wharf, Barge House Street, London, SE1 9PH _ Photos by: Spyros Kaprinis [22.06.2022].
We are so excited to announce our #LSBU End of Year Show, celebrating our Postgraduate and Undergraduate student work this year at the #Bargehouse, #OXO_Tower Wharf!
Private View: 22.06.2022 @17:30’
Open to public: 23.06.2022 - 26.06.2022
#LSBU #BAS2 #architecture #studentshow #oxowharf #bargehouse
#Private View#LSBU Exhibition#London South Bank University#LSBU#Oxo Tower Wharf#Barge House Street#Bargehouse#London#SE1 9PH#Architecture#Spyros Kaprinis#2021#2022
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It Had To Be You: Chapter 3 - Around London Town (Sun Is In The Sky)
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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU
Summary: Set 5 years after Chapter 2, serious relationships are ending. You reunite with Benedict and bond over heartbreak.
Artwork credit: @colettebronte
Warnings: discussion of sex/sexual acts, swearing.
Word count: 3.1k
Authors Note: Unbetaed. A multi-chapter modern rom-com retelling of When Harry Met Sally. In this chapter, we are in various spots around London, hence the title. We also get to meet the Kate and Anthony of this AU. Enjoy! <3
Two years ago (5 years later)
“I saw the email,” she sighs, poking her salad. “He just spent 2000 quid on a new king-sized bed.”
“What do you mean you saw the email?” you frown, taking a bite of your fish as you stare across to St Paul’s dome, looking so beautiful lit up at dusk this late spring evening. Oxo Tower is a regular haunt for you, as it’s right around the corner from Kate’s work.
“I mean… he was working on his laptop in bed next to me and got called away, and a delivery notification from John Lewis popped up, and well, I saw it. He's bought a new bed for them,” her jaw ticks as she swallows hard. “He’s never going to leave her, is he?”
“No, Kate, he's never going to leave her,” you echo for what feels like the millionth time.
Your sympathy has limits; this woman, your very best friend, is so smart and so blindingly beautiful; you really don't understand why she has spent the last few years allowing herself to be dicked around by this what sounds like colossal asshat of a married man. She claims he's fantastic in bed and treats her like a queen, but as you've never even met him in the three years she's been seeing him, you can't form an opinion beyond the rose-tinted snippets she shares.
“I know you're right, I know,” she shakes her head a little and reaches for her G&T, downing it with remarkable alacrity. “How's Doctor Tom?” she wiggles her eyebrows comedically, obviously wanting a change of direction.
“Fine,” you offer warily, “at least, I hear he's fine.” You take a deep breath “… we broke up,” you explain as her brow knits.
“What? When? Why didn't you tell me?” she cries.
“I am telling you now. Last week. It just wasn't something I wanted to discuss on WhatsApp y'know,” you shrug, reaching for your wine and taking a fortifying large gulp. You knew you would have to tell your best friend sometime, apparently that ‘sometime’ is today.
“What happened?”
“We’ve been growing apart for a while, to be honest,” you confess, feeling like a burden is lifted just from voicing it. “It was all very grown up. We had a heart-to-heart; I said what I wanted, he said what he wanted, and we agreed it was very different, so he left.”
“My god, you make it sound so simple! And almost businesslike, mechanical. Fucking hell, are you not broken up about it at all?” she raises her perfectly shaped eyebrows, this time in surprise.
“I've had a few days, and you know, I'm alright about it. I'm over it, to be honest. It's better we did this now than after we had gone through with the marriage,” you point out, starting at your now bare ring finger with a short pang of loss. It really was a beautiful ring.
“Well, good point, divorces are expensive and a bloody nightmare, but still…. Five years y/n. That's a long time to be with someone, and you are so matter-of-fact about it!”
“Not all of us are drama queens, Kate,” you jest gently and chuckle as she pulls a face.
“So you want me to set you up? There's that guy at my work, remember?” she singsongs, her brown eyes shining with mischief. “You guys would be perfect; I just know it!”
“Urghh, who?” you will admit to some intrigue.
“Freidrich Hohenzollern, you don't mind the blonds,” she winks.
“Kate! German Freddy?! You set me up with him six years ago!” you roll your eyes. “He threw up your deathly strong margaritas all over my pretty summer shoes,” you bemoan, recalling how it capped off a truly awful barbecue in her back garden. As it turns out, it was only a few weeks before you met Dr Tom. “Besides, I'm not ready to meet anyone yet; it's only been a few bloody days.”
“I thought you said you were over it?” she teases.
“I am, but I’m in mourning about being single again. I don't need anything right now, except maybe a rebound fuck, and I don't want that to be anyone remotely close to our friendship pool, you know? Much better to get with some rando I never have to cross paths with again.”
“Fair enough,” she shrugs but then waves her fork at you. “Just don't leave it too long before you get serious again.”
“What the fuck do you mean?” you laugh.
“I mean, if you stay on the shelf too long, some other bitch is going to snap up your man, and you’ll have to get cats and live alone, a bitter spinster until you die one of those mystery early deaths from unused vagina in about ten years. You’ll even make the news; cos, y’know, the cats, they’ll eat your face after you die. All alone.”
“Thanks, Kate.” you deadpan at that fantastically supportive vision of your future. “Also, so glad to know you are visiting me in my ancient forties, like the wonderful friend you are,” you roll your eyes.
“Bitch please, imma be busy being impregnated for the fifth time by my beautiful husband, James Norton,” she breezes with a huge grin.
“You’ll have to leave the fucking married idiot who doesn't deserve you first,” you point out, perhaps a little uncharitably.
“Touche,” she fires over her water glass. “He’s never going to leave her, is he?” she adds wistfully.
You reach over the table and touch her hand gently. “No darling, he is never going to leave his wife.”
“I know, I know, FUCK, I know…” she sighs dramatically, “Well… this calls for MORE DRINKS!” she states decidedly, banging her beautifully manicured fist on the table.
That, at least, you can fully support.
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“What happened?” Anthony Bridgerton asks, taking a sip of his beer, his eye on his beloved team on the pitch below as they take a slight hammering at home in Twickenham.
“It's over. I'm moving home,” Benedict sighs, scratching his beard and glancing around the grandstand. “You've still got that spare room, right? Just until I get everything sorted, my stuff shipped back,” he adds, not wanting to be a burden at this age.
“Yeah, it's yours, as long as you need it,” Anthony nods, the older brother instinct kicking in without thought. “Are you sure this isn't something you can work out? Moving back to London seems rash.”
“Not a chance,” Benedict responds morosely, staring at his beer as a fly lands in it and starts swimming—seems like an apt metaphor for the shitshow being thirty-five has become for him. “I offered everything,” he shrugs miserably, “to go for counselling, sleep in the spare room; she's not interested. I knew something was up when some of her shit started disappearing.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’d come home, and her wardrobe looked half empty, you know, more than just laundry piling up, whole sections missing. Then her art and supplies started to dwindle, and she wasn't replacing them, but she was coming home still covered in paint. I figured maybe she had rented a separate studio space. So I confronted her; asked her what was happening: ‘Que se passe-t-il ici, tessa?’ you know. And she was all ‘de rein’ and ‘c’est tous dans ta tête’ it’s all in my head,” he translates, “and the whole time, I knew I wasn't being paranoid. So one day, I followed her...”
“You did what?”
“Yes, I know, I’m not proud of it,” he admits, “but I went to the coffee shop across the road and followed her. She had a big suitcase, lugging more of her stuff, I guess. So she went straight to a flat in the tenth arrondissement. Her ‘friend’ Clarissa. Yeah, they are definitely not just friends.”
“How do you know?” Anthony checks, sucking in air between his teeth as a Harlequins player hits the grass hard after a vicious tackle
“I watched them fuck on the balcony,” Benedict monotones, “sat in a little cafe opposite and watched my wife screaming her fucking head off as her ‘friend’ went down on her.”
“Ouch.”
“Exactly. She hasn't let me do that in months; claims she’s lost the enjoyment of it. That isn't fucking true, obviously.” He fishes out the fly and downs the rest of his watery beer, placing the plastic cup on the ground and letting his head fall into his hands. “I mean, we haven't had sex in a year, but I thought it's just a rough patch, you know? We could get through it. Until a couple of months ago, she was at least letting me eat her out, and on occasion, when she got drunk, come to think of it, she might even give me a handjob once in a while. So I was dealing with it, thinking it's a blip, we can get through it. But… uggghhhh…. I knew it, you know? This whole time I knew she would kick the shit out of me one day. I just didn't think it would be this far into marriage. Five fucking years Anthony….”
He looks so utterly unmoored that Anthony turns to him and places a comforting arm around his brother. “Listen, infidelity isn't the reason marriages break up; it's just a symptom that something else is wrong.”
“Yeah, well, that symptom is eating my wife’s pussy,” Benedict grouses loudly, uncaring that a whole bunch of people in the vicinity twist around in their stadium seats and stare at him.
Just fucking great.
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“Ooh, what about this one?” Kate bounds over, holding some utterly dreadful-looking period romance novel.
“Regency? Sex? Kate, please, I’m not that desperate yet,” you say witheringly, staring over your reading glasses at her.
“You’re newly single. This shit might teach you a few things,” she hums unapologetically, waggling the book at you.
“Please, as if I need some American woman telling me how to fuck a handsome Englishman from 200 years ago,” you roll your eyes and take the book from her.
“Speaking of handsome,” Kate sidles up closer, “someone is staring at you in foreign languages.”
You peel off your glasses and look over to see a face you would never forget lurking by a bookshelf. And it’s a jolt to your being. He’s got to be in his mid-thirties by now and sports a somewhat scraggly but short beard. Damn, he’s still so handsome, your mind screams.
“I know him. You’d like him; he’s married,” you needle sarcastically.
“I don’t see a ring,” Kate counters quietly, “when was the last time you saw him?”
“God, maybe five years ago? And he was moving to Paris. To get married,” you explain as you politely raise a hand to wave and nod.
“So that’s a long time ago,” she stage whispers, “maybe he’s not anymore,” she hints.
“Please, he’s so obnoxious,” you dismiss, even as your heart thumps a little harder as he approaches. “Plus, he never remembers me….”
“Y/n y/l/n,” he says warmly as he pulls up nearby.
Wow, okay, wrong on that count.
“Ben! Ben Bridgerton. Hi!” you breeze, feigning nonchalance and quickly dropping the crappy romance book Kate gave you.
“This is…” you turn around, and Kate is gone, waving next to the Hatchards sign and heading out the door. “Well, that was my friend Kate…. How are you? How’s married life?”
“Ahh, not good,” he winces, and you feel awkward as his face goes crestfallen. “I’m getting divorced.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I really am,” you frown, the sting of your breakup lessened somehow.
“How’s Doctor Dorset?” he perks up.
“Oh, I hear he’s fine. We uhh just broke up. Last month,” you nod, and you exchange glances that are so meaningful.
He looks so much wiser, mellow. And it’s not just the beard. Like the cocksureness and swagger have been knocked out of him. He’s learned some hard lessons about life, living but hurting. Something in your heart reaches out to him.
“Coffee and a catch-up?” you offer casually.
“Actually, I’m starving,” he admits, “how about lunch instead?”
You glance at your phone, and there’s a trademark subtle WhatsApp message from Kate.
Ride that fine thing to Rebound City.
I expect all the deets tmrw.
Woof.
“Urghh, sure, looks like I’m free,” you answer, quickly swiping left to clear the screen.
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You are sitting on the sunny rooftop terrace at Ham Yard sharing break-up stories. Although it’s selfish to admit it, somehow, his melancholy makes you feel better about yourself. That you are more together than you thought. And even more certain you made the right choice not to get married.
“We used to say how life was great because we didn’t have kids,” you explain, pushing your salad around the plate. “How everyone we knew stopped having sex if they had kids. How we could fuck against the window or on the kitchen table, and no one would walk in on us. And I believed him when he said he didn’t want kids. But then…” you trail off.
“He changed his mind?” Ben intuits; his emotional intelligence momentarily takes you aback.
“He went to stay with his sister for a week to celebrate some family thing; I had to cover an event, so I couldn’t go. Anyway, she has three kids. And he came back different; kept saying maybe kids aren’t so bad. Even after his brother-in-law admitted they no longer had sex cos childcare was so exhausting, mind,” you gesture with your hands. “And he just started to drop hints about how we aren’t getting any younger - I'm only thirty-fucking-one - and how kids ensure a legacy….” you stab a piece of cucumber. “That’s when I snapped, and I just said. Listen, I don’t want kids, and if you do, maybe we need to rethink this engagement, cos I’m not going to change my mind. And he looks at me horrified. As if it doesn’t compute that a woman would never want children. ‘I thought that was just a thing to establish your career, then you’d take a break and have kids. My income more than provides’,”
Benedict huffs a gentle laugh at your deliberately lousy impression.
“And I said back, ‘I love my job, I don’t want to give it up and certainly not to have kids’. And he replied, ‘Well, I want a wife who will give me kids’. And I said, ‘Well, that’s not me’. And then he left.”
Your harsh but accurate summary of that shitty afternoon somehow feels lighter now you’ve shared details. You don’t want to dwell on how odd it is that you’ve given him, a man you’ve seen twice in ten years, more than you shared with your best friend.
“And the thing is, we never did fuck spontaneously like that anyway,” you sigh, sipping your coffee.
“Not on the kitchen table?” he raises an eyebrow.
“Not once. Not even against the window. He doesn’t like doing it standing up,” you shrug.
“That’s a shame. It’s fun,” Benedict opines, but it’s not like in the past when he would’ve used it as a blatant flirtation; it’s more like he’s simply agreeing with an empiric truth.
“Agreed,” you nod and fall silent as you can tell he’s gearing up to talk more.
“I knew Tessa was bisexual when we got together,” he sighs, elaborating on his breakup story. “To be honest, I think that’s what made her so damn sexy at first, the stupid caveman idea she’d be into threesomes,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head slightly at the naivety of his younger self. “I just didn’t think she would do the almost cliched thing and cheat on me with a woman.”
“Doesn’t it hurt less? That it’s not another dick that led her astray?” you frown.
He huffs a laugh. “Never thought of it like that. But it’s more the helplessness of it. That’s the one thing I can’t be, a woman. And that’s what she wants.” he twists his mouth into a thoughtful pout before continuing. “She moved in with her. But she didn’t tell me. Didn’t have the guts. She just kept moving her stuff out slowly. I’d prefer she was honest and told me, but she played mind games. Tried to gaslight me into thinking it was all in my head.”
You drop your fork and decide to inject some humour, knowing the sign that he’s getting too maudlin. “Hold the bloody phone. Did Benedict Bridgerton just use the word gaslight?” you tease. “Bloody hell, we have gotten old.”
He looks up and meets your eye, an appreciative glint in the down-sloped corners as he chuckles in agreement. The look lingers for a beat longer than it should, and all you can think is the slight crinkles around his eyes lend him a more mature beauty, somehow more deadly than the pretty, fresh-faced idiot you shared a car ride with ten years ago. Benedict Bridgerton with heartbreak is a beautiful sight, perverse as it may be to think it.
“I’m sorry that happened to you,” you offer conciliatory, reaching out to touch the back of his hand. His skin is soft; you can feel his pulse in the prominent vein under your fingertip, and something in you runs warm.
“You know, the first time we met, I really didn't like you,” he confesses as you withdraw your touch, “you were so uptight about the world; you’re much mellower now.”
“Way to wrap a compliment in an insult,” you pull a face, and he laughs. “You were just utterly nonplussed that someone might not want to fuck you—-that's why you didn't like me,” you add, raising an eyebrow pointedly.
“What's the apology deadline for being a young idiot?” he winces and shoots you an adorably contrite expression.
“Hmmm, ten years,” you volley back, unable to stop your grin.
“Oooh, well, it's mid-May, and that was late May, so I am juuuuust in time,” he jests, and you feel a warmth inside your ribs as you smile at each other.
After eating, you find yourselves wandering together, crossing under the mature trees of Golden Square.
“Are we becoming friends? For real this time?” An ironic smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I mean, I forgive you for not ever texting me after I gave you my number all those years ago,” he teases, and you blush.
“We might be,” your tone playful.
“Huh, a woman friend,” his brow knitting, “that’s novel.”
You laugh, and again your eyes meet.
“You know you may be the first attractive single woman I don’t want to fuck…” he confesses.
Something in you feels conflicted. Pleased he has matured enough to be that way, flattered he feels willing to admit it to you as a friend, and the part you don’t want to think about too much, the tinge of sadness that fact gives you.
“That’s wonderful, Ben,” you reply as he loops your arm and keeps strolling.
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#benedict bridgerton#benedict bridgerton fanfiction#benedict bridgerton imagine#benedict bridgerton fluff#benedict bridgerton x reader#benedict bridgerton x female reader#benedict bridgerton x you#benedict bridgerton x y/n#bridgerton#bridgerton fanfiction#bridgerton imagine#bridgerton fluff#bridgerton x reader#bridgerton x female reader#bridgerton x you#bridgerton x y/n#it had to be you fic
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Tentacle Pot, porcelain, 2022
This is one of very few tentacle pots available on my website this Sunday at 3pm gmt.
Because of the complexity of the making process for these I cannot make as many available for purchase as I like but if you keep an eye on my social media or visit my studio in the OXO tower in London you could get yourself one of these little critters.
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"The best of British press photography – in pictures"
📸 "Eddie Redmayne is dressed and made up as a clown in preparation for one his appearances as EmCee in Cabaret, during a matinee performance. "I tend to be more relaxed on a matinee. Because you’re coming straight from the night before, you’re sort of warmed-up already. To play this character you have to be at your most confident. Sometimes nerves can be helpful but here they couldn’t be less helpful. So I never find out who’s coming to see the show!" London. 23/2/22. Photo by David Levene/Source: The Guardian.
*The British Press Photographers’ Association’s annual Assignments exhibition celebrated the best of press photography from its members, from 19-28 May 2023, at Bargehouse, Oxo Tower Wharf, Barge House St, London. This year’s exhibition covered stories from July 2021 to spring 2023 as seen through the eyes of the association’s photographers.
Source: thebppa.com
#eddie redmayne#eddieredmayne#redmayne#cabaret 2021#the emcee#backstage#the british press photographer's association#may 2023
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LW&Co Series Commentary - Ep 7: "Mesmerised"
Here's the rewatch commentary that no one asked for! Take a shot every time I say "erasure". Context: my 2nd time watching the show, but first time post reading the books
Part: one, two, three, four & five, six, seven, eight
I really need to reread TSS and TWS, because I know George feeling like a third wheel and therefore telling Joplin about the bone glass is a big plot point but I can't remember the book counterpart
Lost puppy Lockwood
You know you can't see colours well in the dark? Imagine everyone else at the auction is actually wearing black robes and they rock up in green ones hahaha
Lucy is me with a lighter, I can't work that sort for the life of me
Oof Lockwood's panic attack. Ugh they're just kids, let me give him a hug
Also George needs a hug
Ughhh FLORGE
YES Lucy use that 4th Grade!
"Oh shut up" I literally beat Lockwood to it
The hand thing Cam does with his left hand when he's preparing to fight that's it that's the post
Good old OXO Tower Wharf (is it? I'm just guessing lmao)
Let's play a game called: is that Lockwood or is it a sack of flour that Golden Blade is throwing around?
Yuck not jumping in the Thames though
FLORGE <3 <3 Lol not Medway - I think it's the river though not the place
Oh Flo bb you should have watched him go in
Why is is always “I love you” and never “you, me, and herons, let’s do it”?
George noooo
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The Best of British press photography
BBC, 22 May 2023
Members of the British Press Photographers' Association are showing off their best work in an exhibition that celebrates press photography.
Curated by five leading industry figures, this year's exhibition covers stories from July 2021 through to the spring of 2023, as seen through the eyes of the association's photographers.
The exhibition can be seen until May 28 at Bargehouse, Oxo Tower Wharf, London.
Here is a selection of the pictures on show:
#British Press Photographers' Association#press photography#photographers#Queen Elizabeth II#Prince William#Prince of Wales#Princess of Wales#Catherine Princess of Wales#Westminster Abbey#Liz Truss#Hugh O'Leary#Essex#South Wales#Storm Eunice#Ukraine
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WEEK 20: OXO Exhibition Private Viewing
The day after I dropped off my work at OXO the exhibition opened for a Private Viewing just for the tutors, the artists and their friends and family.
The place was packed.
My boyfriend had a hocky meeting with his uni friends and couldn't come but my friend and housemate Yul accompanied me. We had a glass of orange juice (there was wine too but we kept it sober) and a look at all the amazing work, including the shop set-up before it started getting too overwhelming. I was really happy to see my work hung and got excited when people stopped in front of my work to have a look but there were so many people! And it was such a small space. This is why my friend and I left already after only a short while to grab dinner somewhere. It was just a bit too much to take in and my anxiety was flaring up.
But here are a few pictures of the Exhibit:
#student life#ual#university of the arts london#studyblr#london college of communication#illustration and visual media#lcc#uni life#OXO Tower#OXO Exhibition
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I'll be attending this year's London Illustration Fair!
It'll be my first market/fair in 6 years (it's been a while!), and my first ever in London.
Would love to see you there :-)
November 24-26, at the Bargehouse, OXO Tower Wharf, Southbank.
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travelling 2 london for a bit this summer, do you have any recommendations about neighborhoods to stay in/ things to go see etc? xx
unfortunately I didn’t see this and I’m several months too late BUT for anyone else planning a london trip or just needing to explore
Definitely worth hitting the design museum! There’s usually some interesting exhibits and you can continue your day by walking through Holland Park after! The Dutch garden and especially the Kyoto garden are so so beautiful
Classic Londoner day out is a walk along soutbank too. There’s enough tourists that there are things to do but not a major tourist trap. Along there you have the royal festival halls, BFI, London eye, OXO tower, Tate Modern, Globe theatre. The river waves are relaxing as well. By the time you reach the end cross over tower bridge and go to the Tower of London for some grim history. Then have dinner 5 mins away along st. Katherine’s docks - lovely peaceful spot with great restaurants and sparkling lights over the canals. Bit if a hidden gem for sure
Neighbourhoods to hit:
In the west there’s Richmond! Definitely cute but a bit snobby. Richmond park is huge and you can see wild deer! On the side of town closer to the Thames you have Kew Gardens which is an absolute must and needs a dedicated day.
In the East the typical spot to hit is Shoreditch. Great for record stores, vintage shops, underground gigs, 24hr Beigels, quirky fun bars, and not too much further in Bethnal Green there’s the Last Tuesdays Society; a very macabre little collection and some strange cocktails. They even have an absinthe range.
In the North everyone wants to go to Camden which is fine, lots to see and do but the alternative side to the town has become so commercialised in the past few decades. Still worth hitting but imo Bloomsbury is nicer with lots of niche little museums hidden away and one big one ! The Wellcome Collection! They always have some really great free exhibition on. There’s some controversy about the collection but there always will be in this country. Also 2 great bookshops - Gay’s the Word and Houseman’s <3
South London, my beloved forever. I say it all the time but I love Crystal Palace. It’s just a nice little neighbourhood with a lot of history. The triangle is great for little boutiques of all kinds, really good food around, there’s a 4 floor antique store where you can find all sorts of trinkets even affordable ones. The park is huge and wonderful! There’s a boating lake, a petting zoo, an athletics centre, dinosaurs! A maze! And at various times of the year there are fireworks shows, lights shows, a series of concerts in summer, frequent funfairs and other events. Don’t forget the south london Eiffel Tower (it’s just a radio tower but most kids who grew up here thought the same). Not far on in Sydenham is the Horniman Museum and Gardens which is well worth a visit but is too often disregarded for being a little out the way. Special mention to SE London. Greenwich has a few museums, a great little theatre, the cutty sark ship and the observatory! Also within a big beautiful park.
My love to everyone who comes here 🫶 please just remember to stand on the right of the escalators
#answered#for a girl who chats so much shit abt living in London i do have a lot of love for this city actually#id love it a lot more if I got to do this stuff regularly#sorry i didn’t see this ask#but if anyone has London questions I’m always happy to answer!#ive visited many a spot and worked in areas alllll over#london
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Picture of the Day: #PaulMcCartney and #PattieBoyd with #SimonAboud (husband of Mary McCartney; behind Paul) at Mary's Backup photography exhibit at the Oxo Tower Wharf in London on July 4, 2007🌸🍁🌸
Via @thebeatleschildren on Instagram🌸
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London Baby
Barbie (2023) changed some London taxis (and buses),
the London Eye!
the OXO tower and Nelson's column,
and Selfridges joined in too.
Bonus special visitor at Tower Bridge.
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