…asked me my daughter, gently touching my new tattoo. “Does it hurt?”. I was very much looking forward their reactions, after all they’re are just 7 & 4 and they’ve never seen one from close up. I’m turning 44 and this is my first. Funny how quickly they accept the reality, they don’t question you, they don’t talk you out of things. They’re not even amazed. But they are amazing! My children.
The “Walkie-Talkie” tower was designed by Rafael Vinoly Architects. Apart of being famous for melting the cars, it also has a London’s highest roof garden at the top.
The Sky Garden consists of sloping areas of vegetation and seating, on three floors at the top of the 155-metre skyscraper at 20 Fenchurch Street.
The terraces, designed by Clerkenwell-based Gillespies and installed by Willerby Landscapes of Kent, cascade down the sides of the “bubble” at the summit. The top one has tree ferns and fig trees, the middle cycads, and the lower one plants that will flourish year-round, such as the African lily and Red Hot Poker. It offers 360-degree views and there are a two restaurants and a café.
We’ve decided to check this place out.
Cestou od taty z Camdenu 25ho vecer jsme projizdeli liduprazdnym Londynem, a v mistech kde ho protina Temze a deli ho na jizni a severni jsme zaparkovali auto na jednom z mostu a sli se projit na nabrezi. 
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.”
How can Samuel ever focus on his homework if there are such a fascinating objects as rubber bands, feathers, wires (and many others) to be explored and played with?!
Zacala jsem zase chodit do skoly, delam si kurs CADu – prestoze v nem uz delam pres 10let nemam zadnou formalni kvalifikaci a ted mi to prislo jako docela dobra doba osvezit si teorii. V budove kde ma nase skola prostory je vice subjektu. Chodbami vyssich pater se prohaneji studenti vsech barev a dole v prizemi prosvecovaly jedna okna barevne neony. Par dnu jsem obchazela budovu ze vsech smeru ale ani zvenku ani zevnitr jsem do tech prostor nemohla najit zadny oznaceny vchod. Uz jsem se pomalu smirila s faktem ze pujde o soukrome pronajate prostory na dilnu, nikoliv verejnou galerii ale stejne mi to nedalo. Na prvnim patre byly neony ozdobeny steny kavarny zvane Kitchen a ja byla rozhodnuta dozvedet se neco vic o jejich zdroji. Dnes jsem sla zase chodbou a dvere do studia byly pootevrene. A tak jsem za ne vzala a nakoukla jsem dovnitr. Odmenou za odvaznost mi bylo seznameni s majitelem firmy Neilem, prohlidka a provedeni jeho studiem, osvetleni zalezitosti vyroby a nastineni cen.
Nemohla jsem se jeho studiem dostatecne nakochat, nejradsi bych se tam nekde usadila pro zbytek dne. Obrazy a fotky na stenach, sochy, plotr a velky plachty pismen rozkreslenych v CADu, dratky a skleneny trubice. Detaily a dekorace svedcici o zabydlenosti mista. Prostor nabity kreativitou a zarici nejen neony ale pozitivni energii.
Dneska jsem pozitivne nabita!
Ted kdyz o tim premyslim pripada mi ze dost z jeho hotovejch veci byly veci ktery delal sam pro sebe a ty vzkazy maji dost hluboky podtext. Je v tom poezie. Umeni. Neni to zakazka na kseft kterou si nekdo objednal a nevyzvednul. Proste si hraje, dela co ho bavi. I kdyz ty ceny za mensi veci ktery mi ukazoval zacinaj na par stovkach liber, proste nevidim jako realny ze by si ta vecne prazdna kavarna mohla dovolit nekolikametrove kusy. Spis to tam ma jako vlastni instalaci ze solidarnosti. I kdyz pod tim nema logo a vizitky svoji firmy. Hmmm
Jsou veci mezi nebem a zemi….
A small one bedroom flat on a ground floor, in a old brick building.
A tenant of two years have moved out and the flat needed deep cleaning, decorating throughout and some refurbishing.
Continue readingI was doing the ordinary school run and shopping trip today and stopped for a petrol at New Cross. When I was getting out of the car and reaching for the pump, I had two short memory flashbacks.
One was my first filling at this very same petrol station near Sainsburys 3 years ago. It was in the evening, I was alone, half scared and half amazed by the fact I am actually doing it by myself. After I filled the tank, screwed the top back on, closed the door and went to pay, my knees were bit wobbly. Coming out of the shop, starting up the car and putting the music on felt like a scene from a movie. I was the main star there. The feel of freedom was imminent, you could smell it, breath it, hear it, almost touch it.
The second flashback wasn’t a big jump in time. Two weeks ago, I was at the same spot, the same pump perhaps, after we just made a journey from Prague. Car boot filled up with bags and stuff, inside three sleeping bodies. Two little ones at the back and one tall, curled up at the front passenger seat.
Did I really make it there and back? It seems and feels like ages ago. Like it never happened. Like I haven’t travelled up and down the country and, indeed, Europe.
I felt suddenly strong sympathy for this old rusted piece of metal, for taking me there, for not letting me down. What an adventure! Shall we do it next year again? I bet we could!
Mamka nas vzala na svoji zahradku s chatkou v Nove Vsi. Je to fakt hodne vysoko v kopcich nad udolim reky Labe. Prochazky a vyhledy jsou uzasne. A ten klid v noci!
spoon and other things 