Picking up where I left off here after an extended hiatus over the festive period, I'm sharing some photos of Sugarhouse Studios, where Roxy, Daisy and I jaunted to, courtesy of the Mr and the hire car, whilst in London last November.


Sugarhouse Studios is a recording studio-slash-event space-slash-artists' atelier located in London's East. Designed by Assemble, the colourful tiles that cover the building offer a bight and cheery respite from its industrial surrounds. Read about their inspirations behind designing the building here.


We didn't stay for very long at the studios, just enough to wear the Mr's patience while he waited for us to enjoy this special place and long enough to snap each little tile. We explored around the building's perimeter and enjoyed the music that was coming from inside. I can only image how creative I might be should I have the privilege to call this little barn my studio. 


Sugarhouse Studios
107 Stratford High St,
E15 2QQ, United Kingdom
MAP
Public transport directions here.


Images 2, 3, 4,5 courtesy of Roxanne Matiz.

PLACES : TINSEL, ANTWERP

Tinsel is one of my favourite cafes in Europe...

Travel Diary: Pyrgos, Santorini

The tiny, idyllic Cyclades village that captured my heart.


Pyrgos, meaning 'tower', just 7 kilometres inland from the capital Fira, is the highest town on Santorini. Its remoteness means it is still very much untouched by the constant stream of tourists that descend on the island, offering an insight into daily life in the still sleepy, sun-bleached parts of Santorini.

La Grande Braderie de Lille

Each year, during the first weekend of September, two million people descend on the northern-France town of Lille for La Grande Brasserie - a city-wide flea market that is the largest and most celebrated in Europe. Just heaven for a chineuse such as myself.

Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild

Cap Ferrat is a little peninsula off the Côte d’Azur, just east of Nice. Bordered each side by the little beach inlets Villefranche-sur-Mer and Beaulieu-sur-Mer, Cap Ferrat is a little slice of French Riviera heaven. Atop the narrowest section of this little peninsula sits a pink palace called the Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild.  

Orange is the new black :: King's Day, Amsterdam

The week before last three girlfriends and I packed up a hire car and did a crazy, last-minute, whirlwind 2-day trip to Amsterdam for their national day Koningsdag (King's Day).
We were in Amsterdam for all of 19 hours.

As we weren't there for very long and every time I pulled out my camera I'd loose my girlfriends in a sea of orange-clad folk, I didn't manage to get a whole lot of photos of this festive day to share. However I did mange to capture this Dutchman we came across, setting up his little bric-a-brac table whilst wearing a very smart orange lady-hat in festivity. After being endlessly bombarded by mass-produced, tacky accessories in all the touristic stores, his was the most original, and refreshing, by far.

Orange is the new black, or at least was that weekend.

xx

Un dimanche à Londres

This week's 'Un dimanche à...' was spent in London, passing one of the most magical Sundays.

The day started with a 6am taxi pick up, destination Hyde Park, to watch my mum compete for Australia at the world triathlon series; not a usual Sunday, nor any day for that matter, occurrence.
The day ended on the other side of the city, and the Thames, with one of the best 'Sunday roasts' I've had the pleasure of devouring at the pup-friendly 'Cutty Sark' pub, named for the British ship that would often frequent Australia in the late 19th century, and a grand stroll around the Greenwich observatory. Mr M and I have decided that we'd very much like for this part of the world to be our home in the not too distant future...

This post marks the first in a few I'll post as a series on the trips I've recently taken and will take shortly. After working my little tush off all summer I had managed to plan, book and take four trips over the course of 28 days. I'm currently three trips down, I'll go with my mum on Saturday to Belgium for the weekend. It didn't really dawn on me that I would be away so often and frequently until it started to feel like I was never here! Which I actually haven't been, on this little blog, but that'll be changing soon, for sure.

The Cutty Sark Pub & Eating House

4-6 Ballast Quay
Greenwich, London, SE10 9PD 

www.cuttysarkse10.co.uk

xx