Before the Sun Rises Today

Went down to Chinatown for a Winter Solstice dinner but could not find traditional chinese glutinous rice balls to commemorate the occassion.

There was a giant Christmas Tree in Trafalgar Square but it wasn't very pretty at all.

Am heading down with the rest of the Junkies to find the musky old bookshop where Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy re-united 10 years later in 'Before Sunset'.

Happy Holidays and Be Safe all.

p/s

W,

Im off to that bookstore. (stick out tongue). nah nah nah nah nah nah...

Thanks again for the DVD and forgiving me for the tear I made on your copy.I still prefer 'Before Sunset' to 'Before Sunrise' because their chemistry survived 10 years. Flatmate HL and LP think its possible eventhough I am more skeptical but its nice to think that anything could survive 10 years, even if it was in a movie. Gone was their puppy affection replaced by a comfortable, well paced, mature conversation, a single shared memory between them of that passionate night in their youth where they made love on a bed of grass in a park and the hope of a future in each other's arms. 'Before Sunset' ended the possibly life long regret of missed opportunity. 'Before Sunset' proved what 'Before Sunrise' couldn't, that they were meant for one another. I wept watching 'Before Sunrise' but I smiled watching ' Before Sunset'. That's why I like it better.

Thank you for your hapless answers, they didn't help.
Even so, may Love, Peace and Hope be with you this season.


p/s/s

Our Still Starless Christmas Tree.Many thanks to Bart, Low and all true friends for the cards, gifts and well wishes.

On Player_'Dirty Little Secret'_By Sarah McLachlan + Thievery Corporation

My name is Misty

I never knew Winter could be this hauntingly beautiful. When I opened my eyes on Tuesday morning, there was a soft grey mist hovering in the atmosphere. She washed away the colour of the sky and buildings. I stuck myself out of the window into the cold in just my pyjamas to take some shots and make contact. Almost immediately, I started to breath white smog from out of my nose like a car exhaust. I didn't even have to exert any pressure or do my dragon puffs. That morning, I took out my long winter jacket. After asking around for so long about his arrival. He had finally come. Winter.

In the Park , a thin layer of white frost speckled the grass. The delicate mist danced around the trees. There was almost no one inside the park with the exception of the occasional runner emerging like a ghost from out of the mist or a dog and its owner.

The mist has been persistent but friendly and its visibility varies throughout the day. It looks softer then the Sumatra haze in Asia and luckily doesn't smell anything like it. You can see it, even in the night in the shadow of the street lights, but you can't touch it or hold it in your hand. It is mildly disruptive yet dainty and mysteriously evasive.

If I were to ever be a natural phenomenon, I would definitely like to be the Mist. A Thunderstorm would come a close second only for my name sake, but a mist is definitely way more breathtaking.

On Player_'Purple Rose Minuet'_By Susumu Yokota

Capsule

Sunday, 17 December 2006
View From the Eye of London

Bye Bye Autumn Hello Winter

Flickr Update

Weekend trip to Bath

On Player_'Run'_By Snow Patrol

A Shop Cramped Full of Memories

*Brissi
I love this shop.


*Toms
I love the crisp morning air flowing through my lungs. I love the smell of a café with an all-day breakfast menu where the perpetual wiff of mushrooms sizzling on the pan drifts in the air.

I love discovering an old out of print book. I love a bookshop cramped full of the smell of dusty covers, of history, of love, of repression, of struggle and of strength.

*Ottolenghi
I love the smell of a patisserie cramped with the smell of baking, of suger, of flour, of raw eggs and of chocolate and cream.


*Tea Me
I love the texture of a smooth handle of a Copenhagen tea cup at the tip of my finger. I love the rim of the tea cup touching my mouth and the warmth of the tea gently sliding down my throat. The love the sound of the ting of my tea cup as I place it on a saucer again.



I love a shop cramped full of memories. Above all, I love the feel of hard labour, passion and tender loving care put into things.


*Toms_226 Westbourne Grove_London W11 2RH
T: 0207 221 8818
*Tea Me_129a Ladbroke Grove_London W11 1PN
T: 0207 792 5577

On Player_'Never Gonna Fall in Love Again'_By Snow Patrol

Press Release

Winner of The Turner Prize 2006

Head Turner

This afternoon, I took a walk from Westminister Station, passing by the Big Ben and Westminister Abbey to see The Turner Prize 2006 Finalists at Tate Britain. Coincidently, the results of The Turner Prize will be announced tomorrow. There was a free audio commentary which was very useful.

My vote is for Phil Collins and Tomma Abts. Both works are on extremes of each other but are very contemporary and contemplative works.I spend the most time in the rooms featuring their works. The two other finalist are Mark Titchner and Rebecca Warren.

My other purpose of visiting Tate Britain was also to see The Upper Room designed by British Architect David Adjaye featuring works by Chris Ofili. I did not feel the ‘chapel-like qualities of the space and its lighting’ but I think the small transitional space at the entrance was quite pleasant.

Sweet

I spent a quiet Friday night baking brownies at home. The warm whiffs of bake in the air always soothe me.

Saturday evening, I visited a delightful Italian brasserie called Amato in Soho with a group of collegues to celebrate SP and B's B-days.The display was cramped with rising mountains of chocolate and marzipan and the cakes were covered in ruffled fans of chocolate and creams. It was pâtisserie heaven. I am not into food pornography but I wish I had taken a picture of the display.I had a Malaga with Elderflower and Lemon Tea. Simply delectable. After tea,I purchased a Dark Chocolate Truffle cake for M's B-day drinks in Camden Town that night.