Film directors are no strangers to fashion ads. They’re often a beautiful marriage between style and cinema, one that we’re going to visit from time to time in a new series on LauLauLand, Film Directors Doing Fashion Ads (ingeniously titled, I know). First up is Yorgos Lanthinmos, a name that went stratospheric last year thanks […]
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The Monday Muse. Hello adult.
Hello Adult. This past week has been a week of lasts. My last Friday night as a twentysomething, my last Sunday lie-in as a twentysomething, my last painful Monday morning wake-up as a twentysomething…. In case it isn’t slap-you-in-the-face obvious, this week I turn 30. I am surprisingly not too tormented about the looming age milestone that many […]
Baked.
Baked. The sun crackled, singeing her skin. She drank in the heat, letting it hit the depths of her lungs as it enveloped her, invading her body with its stifling smother. She opened one eye and saw her feathery lashes in the reflection of her sunglasses. They were curved, covered in a thick black […]
The Hemingway Day. Move.
I am back from my little Spanish jaunt and now I find myself amidst a sea of boxes as the boy and I prepare for a little change of scenery. This week’s WordPress photo challenge is of change, and the timing couldn’t be sweeter. Here’s a moving-day Hemingway Day for a few sections of fiction… […]
The Monday Muse. Choux your buns.
This time four days ago I was being kissed by the sunshine and caressed by silence. Today I am nuzzled by rain drops, sirens, children screaming and adults complaining. Goodbye Spanish campo, hello my old friend London. Having just returned to the city from a holiday, it has taken me a moment to become accustomed […]
The Hemingway Day. Surface.
So far in glorious London we have enjoyed about three days of summer. Today is the fourth. The sun is shining, the children are shrieking outside, my office fan is blowing hot air in circles, the inebriated are out early… and isn’t it just marvellous? Here’s The Hemingway Day. Surface. Suede and water never did mix.
The Hemingway Day. Take Flight.
Often I point my camera at the sky and my finger finds its way to the shutter. Time and again I am greeted with a photograph that immediately falls victim to the delete button, but once in a while a little gem appears, with a perspective I hadn’t seen before. Sometimes in life, all you need to […]
The Hemingway Day. Quiet Please.
Apologies if the below contains any mumbles, bad grammar or is just bad writing. Blame it on the tennis-man. I have everything crossed for Roger Federer to win today, although I find myself in times of trouble watching this current match, my nerves just don’t contain enough steel. I managed to clinch a pair of the illustrious, unobtainable […]
Literary Lion. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
It’s official. I always thought I was quite adept when it came to all things technological, but apparently I am wrong. I was off on a jolly to the Wimbledon tennis championships yesterday – something I have been wanting to do ever since I was small – and I had scheduled this week’s Literary Lion […]
The Hemingway Day. Hide.
Having spent the past hour dithering between Wimbledon watching, work and this blog post, I am struggling to find more words than the six below. Welcome to The Hemingway Day… Hide. The wind disguised his skulking inside. Thanks to The Daily Post for the photo prompt this week, here are some other photos of doors.