Film directors are no strangers to fashion ads. They’re often a beautiful marriage between style and cinema, one that weāre going to visit from time to time in a new series on LauLauLand, Film Directors Doing Fashion Ads (ingeniously titled,…
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 morningĀ wake-upĀ as a twentysomething…. In case it isn’t slap-you-in-the-face obvious, this week…
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…
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…
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…
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 shriekingĀ outside, my office fan is blowing hot air in circles, the inebriated are out early… and…
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,Ā but once in a while a little…
The Hemingway Day. Quiet Please.
ApologiesĀ if the below contains anyĀ mumbles,Ā 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…
Literary Lion. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Itās 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 ā something I have been wanting to…
The Hemingway Day. Hide.
Having spent the past hourĀ dithering between Wimbledon watching, work and this blog post, I amĀ struggling to find more words than the six below. Welcome to The Hemingway Day… Hide. The wind disguised his skulkingĀ inside. Thanks to The Daily…
Rouge.
Emu If Penny could have strangled him she would have. But it was hardly subtle. This was the third nose bleed the old man had suffered with today. Whilst he was bent over his crossword puzzle, a drop of…
The Monday Muse. Stuffed Hen.
Stuffed Hen. I have reached the age where weddings and babies are a common occurrence amongst my friends, and so for the second time this year I find myself organising a āhen doā. Whilst emailing prospective āhensā my brain started…
