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proof that england loves their rpatz a lot more than kstew:


(just ignore how rpatz's face gets a little warped on the poster container.)

another shopping post...sort of.

it probably seems a bit odd to do two posts back to back, but i haven't been writing in any journal on this trip, mostly because i'm not sure i'll ever be able to write without pain after so much note-taking. i would, therefore, like to write it all down when i have the chance. and that chance is now.

today was my first day at the british museum print room, and it was markedly less pleasant than windsor. i got to see some ridiculous drawings, but i was made to feel a little guilty or like they were doing me some amazing favor all the while. eh. it's true, i'm not a fancy curator or professor, but my interest is just as valid, and i love these drawings fiercely. what can you do? it can't all be peachy. while at the british museum, though, i finally got a chance to see the exhibition that got this whole trip started:

there it is, the british museum, home to the parthenon marbles, mummies galore, and many, many italian renaissance drawings. (i deleted a bit i wrote about stolen antiquities.)

oh, and there's verrocchio again, all huge on the front of a museum!!! egad!

well, my excitement at seeing verrocchio plastered on the front of the british museum only lasted so long. because then i found myself in one of the many museum shops, and i realized that i was going to be seeing a lot, A LOT of verrocchio today. note cube? check. coffee mug? check. tote bag? check. tea towel? check. pencil puzzle thingies? check. tshirts? check.



now, you may be thinking, hey, that's great that verrocchio made it on a tshirt. i sort of felt that way myself until...

upon closer inspection i realized this wasn't just a tshirt with one of verrocchio's most amazing drawings on it. no, they, whoever they is, felt the need to add SILVER METALLIC INK TO THE HAIR. (click for detail.) because, apparently, the drawing wasn't enough on its own, it needed SILVER METALLIC INK. and then there's this:


now when i first saw this, i thought, "hmm, i wonder why there's all this weird chicken stuff???" oh, wait, it's because they took the renaissance drawing you see on the plaque and MADE IT RED AND PUT IT ON EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE.

i wasn't kidding.

i know i'm being a poor sport about all of this, i should be totally pumped that this exhibition has done so well. and i am, i was beyond pleased to see people spending time in front of the drawings and not rushing through the exhibition. (despite the fact that i desperately wanted to tell one couple to take it outside, geez, if you can't make it through a drawings exhibition without constantly pawing at one another...) but it really bothers me when images are fundamentally altered to make them more "accessible" or, let's be honest, more "buyable." i, and many others, love verrocchio for verrocchio, and we really don't need silver ink to be slapped onto the image. and to think i was so excited to see verrocchio in the underground -- i had no idea the level of merchandising that awaited me. tomorrow, back to windsor

a quick p.s. for jen:

you know how i feel about cheetahs wearing fancy collars and leashes....

so leonardo and i were having an espresso...

oh, hi there. what happened to those last four days? well, the weather went from sweltering to freezing, i rode a lot of trains, and have taken approximately 100 pages of hand-written notes. in pencil, and you know how i feel about pencils. so i spent monday, tuesday, and wednesday examining drawings at windsor castle. i don't know what i expected from windsor, but i have to tell you, it's pretty gosh darn cute, especially with that ROYAL ESTATE and all. it's really quite charming, and my visits to the study room of the castle have been phenomenal. the people who work there are beyond nice (and trust me, i've experienced the opposite of beyond nice in print rooms). i sent a list of the things i wanted to see ahead of time, and it was a wishful thinking kind of list, sort of like,"yeah, sure, they're never going to let me see this many leonardos." actually they've let me see so many more than i ever expected, and in fact just pull out box after box of leonardo drawings. hello, heaven, it's nice to be here. seriously, it's been crazy unbelievable to sit in front of leonardo drawings for as long as i like, just me and the drawing, which somehow works out to be me and leonardo, face to face, hand to hand. i thought about trying to find an image online to show you, to give you the tiniest glimpse into what i'm seeing, but it was too hard to choose, and nothing can compare to how it looks when you're sitting in front of the real deal. instead, i thought i'd show you a bit of the castle:


by the time i get to this point, i've already shown my passport twice and will show it once more.


windsor also has a cath kidston, which has super cute window displays mixing vintage goods with her wares. how hilarious is that tea cozy?

and the other day, as i was walking in the drizzle waiting for my appointment, i saw this, an alexander girard bike. it was, to say the least, beautiful. you have to click on the image to see some of the details. because this was obviously someone's bike i didn't want to obsessively photograph it, but just so you know, there was even imagery on the handlebars. A-MAZ-ING.

and now, for something less amazing, i couldn't have you thinking that i just lurve everything i've encountered here. that right there is a tequila flavored lollipop with a freaking worm in it. a real worm. "specially 'grown' (!?!?!?!) for human consumption." um, no. while i think it's probably some grubby worm, it looks suspiciously like a caterpillar, and i literally recoiled when i saw these, merchandised on an entire wall of edible insects.

apologies for leaving you with this nightmarish vision.

sunday is for markets.

so basically i'm ready to move to london. ideally i would split my time between london and italy.

okay, i know you're probably thinking that i've gone a little nuts considering this is three posts in 24 hours which is more than i've written in the past three months, but it's kind of lonely here without any peeps. and i want to tell you all about it and document everything while it's still fresh. fyi, this is the entrance to spitalfields market, in which one can find a dr. martens shop. i resisted but enjoyed a peek for old times' sake.



today i slept until 10:00 and felt terribly guilty, but i made up for it by going a little bananas again with my overzealous "get it done, get it ALL done" attitude yet again. despite not being able to move many of my body parts with any ease, i set out in high spirits, iced latte in hand, towards some of the sunday markets, including spitalfields, backyard and sunday up. there was a light breeze, and i thought,"great, it won't be as bad as yesterday." hahahahaha. funny how walking through markets serving piping hot food creates an endless stream of sweat. um, yeah. i hit up spitalfields first, where i got some treats for some ladies i know. and i went in this amazing store called elemental. they restore vintage furniture and goods, like this little bike, from ca. 1900:


and this crazy awesome paris sign:


and unbelievable metal cabinets like this one:


everything had been restored, so it was in amazing condition. also, nothing was priced, so that should tell you a lot about how well anything would have fit into my budget. but it was a super cool space and the goods were phenomenal. and then, there was this:


that's right, take-away prosecco for under $6. i was so tempted and in love with the idea of strolling through the market with a glass of prosecco. but it just felt a little bit wrong without a pal with whom to share the fun of take-away prosecco. (traveling alone is both empowering and frustrating, and it can be very sad sometimes, or maybe a better word is bittersweet.)

in general the markets were sensory overload. some amazing things and some very disappointing things (i.e. tons of stolen imagery/ideas). most overwhelmed by all the food at the markets, from every corner of the world and smelling delicious. if i were braver and less overheated, it would have been fun to sample lots of little plates. after the markets i set out for labour and wait, a store i have wanted to visit since the beginning of time. it was much tinier than i expected, and if i lived here, i would have snagged all sorts of goodies. nearby i came across luna & curious, which had lovely jewels and ceramics. i loved seeing people carrying huge bunches of beautiful flowers, wrapped perfectly in brown paper with blooms poking out of the top. nearby was caravan, which i also knew i needed to see. lo and behold, look what i found:


it's screech owl! wowser! this is caravan's storefront:


while taking this photo i ran into an electrical fusebox thing mounted on the side of a building. i am awesome. i admit, after this, i got seriously lost and was hungry and tired and ANNOYED. then i came across this show/market called 'save our souls,' which turned out to be the camberwell college of arts ba exhibition. it was pretty snazzy, but i was still lost. finally, and i do mean finally, i made it to the liverpool street station and headed towards covent garden. and there, friends, there one can find the orla kiely flagship store:


the store was so beautiful, with customized wood floors emblazoned with the stem design. custom furniture and fixtures -- so, so lovely. and while i know i should have used my envirosax, how do you turn this down?


i visited the cath kidston store in covent garden, but it was absolutely swamped beyond belief. i decided to try to anthropologie before everything closed down at 6:00. and thus began a little adventure of its own. it began when i took the tube to piccadilly circus and then walked in a gigantic circle, with feet that were already rubbed raw despite my ergonomic euro-shoes. and then when i stopped for an iced latte, i was told that the coffee shop was out of ice (!?!?!?!) but that with cold milk it was essentially the same. this might have been true if they were mixing refrigerated espresso with cold milk, but it was hot espresso with cold milk. not the best coffee i've ever had...finally, there it was, one of london's two anthropologie stores. it was three stories, and a living plant wall rose up through all three:






oh, and this is for suzannah:


okay, i'm clearly running out of steam on this blogging business. so tired, and tomorrow won't be nearly as free form as today. i'm off to windsor castle, where i'll be doing what i came here for, looking at drawings. the drawings i'm excited about, the nerves i am not. but finally, i stopped to take a (blurry) photo of this subway ad for the british museum exhibition. didn't think i'd ever see a verrocchio drawing blown up and hanging in a subway. love it. (although it's interesting he doesn't get name credit in the big list!)


with that, friends, i am out. xoxo.

addenda

p.s. when i first arrived here, it seemed so nice and cool in comparison to virginia. i internally smirked every time i heard someone complaining about the heat. i thought to myself,"these people would never survive in virginia." hahahaha. and then i got on the tube and almost died from sweating. and then i went to the craftacular which was about 90 degrees and NOT air conditioned and almost died from sweating. spotting a trend? it may be hotter in virginia, but thank god we're ready for it because london, my friends, is NOT.

p.p.s. i haven't fallen yet.

p.p.p.s. i ate delicious frozen yogurt called snog. it's sweetened with agave nectar and topped with fresh raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, and chocolate shavings. i don't remember london having such good food before.

p.p.p.p.s. this iphone has saved my life a gazillion times over already. i love you, my little magic machine.

london calling

so, i've been in london for about 36 hours, and in typical jessica fashion, i have exhausted myself trying to cram as much in as is humanly possible. because for some reason, i seem to think that i'm leaving, like, tomorrow or something? really i think it's because i like to visit everything once, surveying the scene, and then i return to make 'important' decisions. by important i mean,"what should i buy?" the problem with this plan is that i've already run myself a little ragged, a lot ragged really. and the real work hasn't even begun!

after arriving at heathrow at 10:00, i made my way to my tiny studio by about 1:00. and then:


i ventured out to the bust craftacular, where i met gemma correll! sadly, her pug, mr. pickles, had been evicted, so i was unable to meet him. but i got some swag...and then, on to liberty of london.


i want to live here, really. correspondence and confections? i love it.


at a certain point, i just had to leave because i couldn't take it any more. i knew that there was serious danger of me spending every little penny i have in this emporium of mindblowing awesomeness. more on liberty later...i have a feeling i'll be back several times, by which i mean nearly every day. after escaping certain financial ruin, i wandered around carnaby street and the surrounding streets, and i found a muji, making this the third country in which i have patronized the store. this time i only bought a washcloth. clearly i was still coming down from my liberty high.


i also found a super cute baby super store called mamas and papas. it was about five gazillion times better than babies r us, and they sold cute onesies like this:


by now it was about 7:00, and a normal person might have gone home for the night, due to having been awake for approximately 30 hours straight. but lest you forget, i am a crazy person, and since the tate modern is open until 10:00 on saturdays, i trekked on over. and when i say trekked, i mean it, because after alighting at the southwark station, it felt like i walked twenty miles. this was, in part, because i was exhausted and also because my body was literally freaking out on me.


and because i am a RESPECTFUL museum-goer i have no fancy tate photos. seriously, i saw one kid just snapping FLASH PHOTOGRAPHS of PAINTINGS without even looking at the labels. and trust me, he had no idea what he was looking at. maybe when i return i'll get something better than this accidental photo. it kind of sums out how i felt when i was walking back to the tube. slightly crazed, with blurred vision, and in a state of transformation. i was about to fall apart. and i only saw half of the tate! back for sure, one of my favorite museums, as always.

on my way home i stopped at the grocery to get some crucial items: bread, cheese, water, and hoegaarden. and then i collapsed. in a heap.

calling cards to lift your spirits.

sometimes you're having a bad day or week or month or year, and shopping helps. today my shopping took me into the land of calling cards, which i've been meaning to obtain for awhile now. decisions, decisions. i haven't chosen my 'professional' ones yet, but i ordered up a small batch of these babies from rifle paper co. for friendly encounters.


can you guess which one i chose?