Comment by martapiotrowska
October 30, 2007 @ 10:13 pm
By an avarage Londoner? Londoners have a tendency not to pay attention. They/we are very selfish creatures.
The muslim community though does not like the idea and as much as I admire Sarah I can see their point as I, myself, was brought up in an uber-religious country.
NYT article on a small 65 square foot pre-build abode in Colorado, which is part of a growing trend of living small in the great outdoors.
While drinking my morning tea and coming to terms with that one extra hour we’ve been given as a compensation for upcoming winter I discovered THIS website. I am full of admiration.
Kudos or … Qdos should I say.
My parents and my youngest brother were visiting me last week and of course I had to take them to see all the great things here in Barcelona. And when you are travelling you have to use public toilets…
Me and my mom were waiting in a line the other day and the sinks were in front of the toilets. While we were waiting we noticed that only one… ONE!!! man washed his hands after they came out.
Well….I think we found the solution to this problem
Birta Björnsdóttir is the creator of Júníform. She is a very artistic young
woman who is also a make-up artist.
She was the principal of the “No Name” make-up school in Iceland before she
decided to become a fashion designer. Her clothes are romantic and unique.
She has two lines, Júníform, where she makes more than one piece of each
design, and Júník, where the designs are one-offs.
She recently reopened her shop after giving it a major makeover. Can’t wait
to see it next time I go to Iceland. Maybe I’ll even buy a thing or two…
I think if youre one of my lovely readers, youll be one of us. Yes one of the CA (Coffee Addicts), and what does a coffee addict needs more than the PERFECT Coffee Mug.
I guess i finally found something quite close to perfect:
How awsome is that? Combine your Gilmore Girls Nerdyness with Coffee!
Doris Salcedo has damaged the Turbine Hall in my beloved Tate Modern. The damage, called Shibboleth, is supposed to remind us about the uncomfortable truth and things we don’t want to think about.
The opinions are varied. My friend’s daughter, who has experienced racism many times, said she doesn’t feel the need to stare at this crack on the floor to be aware of intolerance.
You can love it, you can hate it. It’s up to you and your personal perception of art. Nevertheless, to me, Shibboleth has fulfilled its mission as it got people talking.
Plus, to make it more real, many have already ‘experienced’ the crack by LITERALLY falling into it. That proves artist’s point – it’s good to be aware of its existance.
Am I wrong to love these shoes? They’re my favourites. They’re at least 10 years old. They were bought in Alcampo, a Spanish equivalent of Wal-Mart. They’re an intentional rip-off of Camper, they cost me about five euros, and they’ve a great bloody tear near the heel. The first day I wore them, I took them to a nightclub, and they were destroyed: beer, gunk, scratches, beer stains, you name it. I took them home, and had the bright idea that perhaps pure alcohol would clean them in a way that no household detergent or shoe cleaner would.
So with cotton wool in hand, and 100% alcohol in the other, I set about cleaning them. Clean them, it did – but it also left them with some major discolouration around the toe. Disgusted, I threw them in a press. They were saved about 2 years later when I realised the discolouration gave them real personality, and I’ve worn them into the ground since – they’ve been to move live gigs than the Spice Girls! And I adore them.
Queue dramatic music: Once a year, 1000 remarkable people gather in Monterey, California to exchange something of incalculable value: their ideas.
Anthropologist Helen Fisher studies love: its evolution, its biochemical foundations and its vital importance to human society. She also discusses the natural talents of women, and their new significance in the modern world.
Video here at TED.
The main reason why I choose to pay more for having a haircut is neither the brand nor extraordinary skills of my hairdresser. It’s pure vanity.
Every single time I walk out the door of that particular salon I have a smile on my face. I don’t even care about the hair, the compliments I hear are worth all the money.
Talk about professionalism.