Makeover: I have a new haircut - the usual sixties bob but with a long fringe thrown on one side - and a new colour: ^rich chocolate^. I also have - here I am going to be really personal - a Brazilian bikini. I had it done in August for the first time in my life and am now addicted to it - I have just had a second one this afternoon. I also began a laser treatment for permanent hair removal. Both are new territory for me, but, so far, I am v. happy of this ^smooth^ choice. Ah ah ah.
The 30th of August was my 31st birthday which I celebrated together with Richard's* leaving do at the local pub, which recently received a ^poncification^. I was lucky enough to find an Italian bar-woman who prepared me delicious Bellinis with freshly squeezed raspberries all night long. Despite the absence of some good friends, the party was successful. A group of us ended up crashing at Richard's, on the sofa, one on top of each others. Great fun. In the morning, four of us, with smudged make-up and aching bodies, decided to conclude the fiesta with an organic breakfast in Queen's Park. What a great birthday! Thanks to all, again!
*He is off to experience this world and I am following him with the atlas and my mind.
Sunday just past, we had a ^Haircut Day^ at Vale's, who, after 30 years of house-sharing, has finally got her own space and is over the moon (her, not her house). Four of us gathered for a Spanish-inspired lunch followed by a haircut session with a premier stylist from Tony & Guy.
Facebook - my blessing and my ruin. Thanks to Facebook (even if I was not here, I have always been there, BTW), I found two old friends: Eli, who I met when I had just arrived from Italy and she was about to leave for Milan, and Betta, a girl with whom I have been glued for the four months I have lived in Venice. She was a student at the time and I was an intern at La Biennale di Venezia. They are both back in London, one with a lovely English husband (what a coincidence!) and one with a new sparkling job! But thanks to Facebook, I also forgot to invite some friends to my party. Che figura!
I went to Gwen Stefani concert last weekend and it was fun. She is so cool - an uplifting model of glam and energy. Both her style, burlesque and sophisticated, and her music, (hip) pop with a twist, distinguish her from the other crap artists such as Sugarbabes or Britney. She was really personal as well, a very well tailored approach to her fans, mainly scrappy teenagers, tasteful children, stylish gays, chameleon-type women, exuberant ladies and us (I am not sure where we fell into).
I saw Two Days in Paris at the cinema and loved it because it reflected, in many ways, the relationship between myself and Lofty, at both cultural and personal level. Lofty had the same impression and found this rather embarrassing. Ehm... ehm....
I also watched Atonement and its first crucial scene at the villa was exactly as I imagined it. Whereas the war scene, although slow going as it was in the book, on the big screen it kinda lost its rhetorical function of making the personal story epic. Admittedly, it would be a boring story had you not read the book, an inner path towards an horrendous awareness and a painful process of atonement, indeed.
I read three books by Kundera and am about to start his masterpiece, the Unbearable Lightness of Being, for the second time. Kundera and his quotes deserve their own raison d'etre.
I watched tons of Kusturica's films, including documentaries and interviews. I love that man. He is, artistically speaking, at the antipodes of my other idol: Almodovar. The former is manly, rough and chaotic, whereas the latter is stylish, feminine and fame-adamant. But both are colourful, folkloric, in love with their countries and uplifting.
Holidays: No holidays till Christmas. Sigh. But in three weeks I am doing a SPA Day in Bath and we have just booked a trip to Italy/Finland for Christmas/New Year. Yuppy! So, much of my time has been spent planning for this adventure with other 10 people from all over Europe. More to follow.
Family issues: My buddy has got a new job! Yu Hhuuu. And il culone is in gardening leave for nonetheless than three weeks. Scusate se e' poco! I proposed him to go to Italy for a couple of weeks to learn the language, but how can we plan accommodation, course and flight in three days? Unless he goes and stays at my parents... I threw the coin at him and I am waiting for a response... or reaction. Eh eh eh....
I bought myself a huge bookshelf which is doing my life much easier. I have started cataloging all my books by genre and sub-genre. Next pile to tackle will be CDs and DVDs, for which I bought a ^tower^.
As a good Londoner, I could not not to own a pair of Converse trainers, low cut in optic white (for now) framed by a red stripe (in other words, the most common shoes in London earth).
In August I spent a week with my mother looking for the perfect dress for the book launch we never did (it has been post-poned and trans-posed: it'll be some time in Jan and in Brussels instead of Florence). And the dress we found is unusually black and less than perfect. On the contrary, it was source of shame. A dedicated post will elaborate on this.
Finally, I got a tunic dress in silk and seventies print, which I inaugurated at Gwen's concert, and the longest earrings you can find in the market.
Next purchases: a powerful laptop, a duffle coat (or montgomery coat) from Gant and skii trousers by Stella McCarthy for Adidas - savings allowing. ; )