Boy With Apple

Ed Munro, (Boy with Apple) photographed at home by his brother John.

Ed as he appears in Wes Anderson's Grand Budapest Hotel….

And now appearing in the Secret Cinema presentation of the movie.

David Wickham Photography

Not Private Enough Hospital

Hospital Visitor Etiquette.

• Do not greet patient "wag waan pussy?"
• Do not ask if it's the psychiatric ward.
• Do not trick invalid into getting out of bed in order to lay there yourself.
• The electronically-operated orthopaedic bed is not a toy. 
• Do not hog TV remote control and change channels more frequently than once every 15 seconds.
• Do not eat patient's left-over lunch or grapes.
• Do not rip pages out of patient's magazines.
• Do not debate the endless possibilities of what could be administered via the IV line in front of your mother.
• Do not offer to bring such substances in on your next visit.
• Do not outstay your welcome.



Joe, visiting John (who has acute tonsillitis with complications) in hospital yesterday.

High Life

So, everyone seems to have coped last week without me. Joe had his first day at college (I say 'day' but it was ten minutes to collect the ID thing that hangs round his neck) and John got off to New York Fashion Week okay. Brian said it was a bit of a scramble to find enough clean clothes to pack as none of them know where the washing machine is hidden but apart from that all was good.
John just emailed to say that he's shooting Valentino in his apartment on the 54th floor of the Bloomberg Tower today!!! Hang on, let me google it!! Jeez!

Bet that's a "shoes off at the door" zone.
Shit!! I hope to God John took a decent pair of socks and isn't padding round in those stupid Kermit the Frog ones from Next. Or worse still he's wearing odd ones - one green and black Kermit, one red and brown Fozzie Bear.

No Holly 'till Christmas :(

                          

Beautiful Holly is leaving London on Friday to go to University in Leeds. Sniff. And we won't see her until Christmas. Sob, sob, pass the tissues. I'm really going to miss her. Wail. She and John have been together since they were 16. I'd really like to get her a little something from us to take with her. Maybe something to keep her warm and cozy up North. Any ideas? A fleecy throw? A fluffy hot water bottle? A kitten? Thermal undies? A cashmere scarf?

'A full-face balaclava?!' 

Thank you John.

Let Him Eat Ice Cream

John is making his way back from Bestival on the Isle of Wight.

He's been there for four days; living on a diet of ... beer? and probably not much else. Bet he's looking forward to a slap up roast with all the trimmings! Bad luck then that I've been faffing around all afternoon perfecting my toffee-apple ice cream.

Super Saturday

Holly, photographed by John at Lordship Park

John has been working at Strut and Stroll, the two vintage and designer clothes boutiques on Church Street. It's the perfect job for him. Hoana and Tom who own the shops have asked him to take photos for their website and blog, so the other day Holly went down to their new place, Strut on Broadway, at Broadway Market to model all the gorgeous frocks while John took the shots.  

On Saturday morning Brian and I dropped him off at the shop at 10.30 ( it's 11 on Sundays! see what I mean about the perfect job?) and had a stroll along the market towards London Fields. We'd never been to Broadway Market before: John said it was 'well hipster', whatever that means but blimey! It was rammed with the coolest twenty somethings, brunching at the caffs before hitting the shops. Down at London Fields the designer dogs were out and Enzo and Capri had a right go at an Italian Greyhound and a pair of Boston Terriers. A small, disused park-keeper's house had been taken over by a party of what looked like Calvin Klein models on their day off, drinking beer in the overgrown garden and dancing on the roof to the coolest, jazzy music. We had a wander round and marvelled at number 25 London Fields; a house we seriously considered buying in 1986. It was an elegant but shabby place back then with a piano factory in the garden. The piano factory didn't put us off but the looming 1930s tenement building next door did. I hardly recognise it now. No. 25 is as pretty as a doll's house and in the dappled shade from the trees, with flowering window boxes and great views across the park the council block must be one of the best addresses in town.

Back at Strut, excited Japanese fashionistas are cooing over the designer dresses and the cool Hoxton crowd, pay-checks fresh in their bank accounts, are getting kitted out for the night's clubbing. This coming Saturday - 3rd September is Super Saturday at Strut Broadway - with free bubbly, helpful assistants and lots of divine clothes and accessories to try on there couldn't be a nicer way shop.

The perfect combination of exquisite clothes and accessories in a minimal, industrial interior
Strut on Broadway. 

Carefully chosen rails of designer and vintage clothing at Strut Broadway 

Mosh Pit Sartorialist

Just as Joe gets back from Womad in one piece (well, I say one piece - he lost a horn in the mosh pit).....

...John heads off on a lads holiday to Croatia.

Bunch of Tossers

Take 2 eggs, 200 grams of self raising flour and 200 ml milk. Mix together but don't worry if it's lumpy. Heat a tiny amount of butter in a non-stick frying pan. Add 3 teenage boys, lemon and sugar. Oh, and a whippet on guard to clear up any spillages.