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@disobedienxe
Audrey Hepburn as Jo Stockton in Funny Face (1957) dir. Stanley Donen
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Disobey: A Fan Fiction
It had been three years since I left Stamford Hill, three years since I left that melting pot of stress, coercion and sin, three years since I had spoken to Esti. A few months afterwards, when I had processed everything that happened in those short weeks, I tried to reconnect. I called Dovid but he had clearly moved house or had his phone disconnected, either way I couldn’t get through to him. I subscribed to a monthly newsletter made for parents of the Bais Yaakov school that Esti taught at, but it was useless and terribly written. I had even sent emails to Fruma and Moshe Hartog, but the ones they replied to were short and uninformative. Moshe had kindly signed off his last email with ‘…and don’t contact us again’. At that point I was just relieved that I didn’t have any more elderly relatives to bury, and I gave up. I was done with the community, for good this time. Whatever happened to Esti and her child, it was her business and I was happy for her.
I know it sounds cliché, but I threw myself into my work. I was picking up shoots all over the country. My boss, Scott, would throw out job requests in meetings that were in California, Texas, Florida, Hawaii, Virginia. I flew all over, I shot all different types of people and I absorbed their stories, their backgrounds and their struggles in the images I was taking. I was capturing more than just their image; the camera lens saw something deeper. Their stories were conveyed in the slight of a smile, the squint of an eye or the twitch of a finger. With every snap of the shutter, and every development in the red room, I started to forget.
And it had been that way until I returned home from a shoot in North Carolina. I had been shooting four sets of identical twins with Billy the intern; we were the only two who had volunteered for the trip, as it was over Fourth of July weekend. Billy was arrogant, immature but strangely charming. He was in his early twenties and his father owned one of the magazines that always used our agency. I had come up with the idiom ‘Billy the intern’, and the rest of the office loved it, but we never said it to his face.
The eight twins we met with were all stunning in their own right, and each set gave an ironically unique twist to our photoshoot. It was a whirlwind trip, we landed in NC late on Thursday evening, I had a drink and went to my hotel room, though I’m sure Billy stayed up later because the next morning his eyes were red and puffy. We shot all day Friday, Saturday and Sunday and left for New York on Sunday evening. As irritating as he was in the office, Billy was professional and proactive on the trip, I made a note to tell Scott on Tuesday.
That Sunday night, after the longest taxi journey from the airport, the fireworks had already started. I’d grabbed myself a Chow Mein and cashew chicken from the Chinese takeout on the corner of Foster Street, stumbled home and crawled into my bed. My apartment was an airy, spacious studio; my sanctuary. The front door opened up into the living room and the newly decorated kitchen. My bedroom and en-suite were nestled away behind the furthest door to the right, and the study was, well it’s best not to mention the study. It was an abomination, a clattering mess of everything I’d given up on for the past… however long I’d lived here. I daren’t go in there until I have an entire, undisturbed week to myself, thirty black bags and unrelenting willpower.
I was scrolling mindlessly through Twitter, shoveling noodles into my mouth when it happened. A little blue notification in my messages popped up. It wasn’t rare that this happened, my name had been getting out there. I had been making an impact in my field, and only a few months back I had been nominated for, and won, the ‘Female Photojournalist of the Year’ award, so naturally offers were rolling in. I clicked on the blue circle and almost choked on my Chow Mein. It was a message from @EstiKuperman.
Hello Ronit.
That was it. That’s all she’d written. Christ, what do I say back to that? Was it definitely Esti? What if someone was playing a joke on me? I clicked on the profile; no photo, no bio, no tweets, nothing. By the time I’d put my food on the floor, another message had popped up.
I’m not sure how this works. I hope these messages send.
They were sending Esti, I thought. They were definitely sending. I sat there for a few minutes, the fireworks outside picking up their pace, exploding in the night sky. I typed and retyped and retyped messages back. In the end, I settled with:
Hello Esti, long time no speak! I see you’ve entered the twenty-first century!
I waited, phone in hand, for half an hour. The news on the television rolled over and I heard the same headlines again and again. An hour, two hours passed. The fireworks had stopped, but I still heard shouting and laughter on the street. Where had she gone? I clicked on the message I had sent; ‘Sent’. I checked my watch, if she was in London, she would have sent her first message at 2:03am. What was she doing up at that time? She must have fallen asleep by now. I rested against my pillow and thought that I had better sleep too. I turned over and closed my eyes, the television glare filled my room with light and the smell from the Chinese misted the air. I don’t know at what point I fell asleep, but I know that after three years my head was suddenly filled again with Esti.
I woke up the next day, my mouth was gluey and tasted rancid. But before brushing my teeth, I grappled for my phone. Still no messages. Did I dream it? I followed the trail to my message folder, and there they were. Sitting there, staling like bread with each minute that passed. Maybe it was a prank, someone from Stamford Hill playing a joke on me. What an idiot I was to think Esti would contact me, on Twitter of all places. I scowled at myself and peeled out of bed and into the shower. With the hot water pouring over my head and running down my back, I thought about what I needed to do that day. I needed to get groceries, upload the photos from NC, edit, send some emails, linger over the messages from Esti some more, because let’s be honest, I was definitely going to do that.
The whole day was spent trying to run errands with a constant hook in the back of my neck. I couldn’t pick up a bag of tomatoes in the grocery store without feeling phantom vibrations and checking my phone. I got home, made a salad and forced myself to put my phone away. I was chewing on spinach and becoming engrossed by the photos of the twins when my phone buzzed, for real this time. I leapt across the sofa for it, but it was a text from Billy.
Did you take my 17-85 lens?
I sighed with disappointment and then again with frustration. I pulled my camera bag to me and rooted through the compartments. I was about to send an angry text back accusing Billy of not taking care of his things when I saw two 17-85 lenses sharing one space in my bag. One of them had a peeling white label on, with the initials ‘B.T’ scribbled on in biro.
Yes, sorry. Must have picked it up by accident. I can bring it in tomorrow.
He replied instantly.
I’m away this week, going to Fort Lauderdale with fam. Can I swing by and grab?
Of course he was.
Sure, I’m Apartment 10, 837 Foster St.
Cool, thanks. I’ll leave now.
Billy showed up in fifteen minutes, and I was feeling sorry for myself, so I invited him inside. We looked over the photos together and drank wine. We talked, and he distracted me from my other intruding thoughts. His long legs stretched out from the sofa and onto the rug, and his upper body was turned towards me. I could smell his cologne spreading through my apartment. I decided to cut off our drinking after the third glass. I was susceptible to making terrible decisions, and I felt this sliding towards something I’d regret in the morning.
‘What time are you off in the morning?’ I asked, whilst clearing the glasses and bottles away...
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#History: First ALL Black Female Flight Crew
The first US airline flight staffed by an all African-American female flight crew comprised of Captain Rachelle Jones, first officer Stephanie Grant and flight attendants Diana Galloway and Robin Rogers.
Some thought this was a stunt and some even refused to board the plane, because of an all-African American female crew.
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the tilting of the manhole cover back into place is what makes this video
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When he did the impression of his white friend I freakin lost ittttt lmaooo 💀😂 this will never get old
Christmas Shopping on a Rainy Day in W1
I took a quick stroll along a very wet Marylebone High St this weekend. It is possible to buy all your presents and Christmas decorations down this one stretch of the West End. There’s something for everyone. A short post this week as Christmas looms and I will return to Marylebone for a more in depth look at its lovely shops in the New Year.
The Conran Shop is crammed full of scented candles, stationery and toys for boys. Discounts on Christmas decorations can be found upstairs, but I’m sure there will be further reductions after Christmas.
#conran
Skandium provided a Maremekko umbrella to keep me dry.Then I was off to the Natural Kitchen for a healthy lunch.
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#Paul Smith
Paul Smith’s colourful theme is a joyous riot of his signature bright stripes. Perfect gifts for him and for her. Enjoy special reductions on some items. I got a nice surprise but I can’t say what on.
Before heading to Bond Street, I passed V V Roleaux resplendent in red ribbons and bows.
A happy Christmas and a prosperous New Year to all. See you in 2018 for a look at the sales.
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A Walk in The Park
This is the best time of year to get the full autumn/winter range without using your cards. Those of you lucky enough to have open countryside on your doorstep will appreciate the wellbeing associated with taking a good ramble: the fresh air, the endless skies, the tranquillity and nature’s glorious colours.
London is the greenest city in Europe and the best thing about the parks besides the fresh air, is that you are never far away from a coffee or a bowl of soup to warm you up. So, if in town, pull your trainers on and go for a walk.
Regents Park and Primrose Hill
Regents Park is the home of the Zoological Gardens but it is a beautiful green space in its own right, more formal than some urban parks, it boasts a proper boating lake and an open-air theatre. It has the biggest outdoor sports facility in London. Primrose Hill has stunning views of the London skyline and is the setting for Dodie Smith’s 1956 novel, The One Hundred and One Dalmatians.
www.regentspark.com
Green Park and St James
With long avenues of trees turning the colours of red and gold, both Green Park and St James form a perfect cut-through when walking from Piccadilly to Westminster and beyond. Open 24hrs
Kensal Green Cemetery is also an amazing space for a wander. Famous gravestone spotting aside, the Victorian splendour of the mausolea and the statuary is worth the visit up the Harrow Road alone. The peace and tranquillity descends as you walk around the twisted pathways and you might not see another living soul. This allows wildlife to thrive here so take your binoculars. A map is essential but far better is a guided tour. Tours are organised by the Friends of Kensal Green. Check the website for opening hours at this time of year.
www.kensalgreencemetery.com
Golders Hill Park and Hampstead Heath
Turn left out of Golders Green station and head uphill for Golders Hill Park. It has its own menagerie that includes exotic birds and goats; a big hit with small children. My favourite part of the park is located just left of the main gate. Go through a wooded walk and come upon a once elegant sunken Italianate garden which is bounded by verandas. The boughs of mature climbers drip with kiwi fruit and the splendour of the architecture is a sign that you are in one of London’s wealthiest districts.
Sometimes walking on the heath can be like walking along Oxford Street, particularly around Hampstead Heath Overground Station; but in places, It’s wilder than the inner-city parks and it shares this with its South London cousin, Richmond Park. My favourite walk is in the woods surrounding Kenwood House. Find the little side gate beyond the gift shop and take a circular walk through the woods. Afterwards pop into the restaurant for a warm bowl of soup.
For winter opening times visit: https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/things-to-do/green-spaces
Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens
By far my personal favourite. There is more free gorgeousness in these parks than all the others put together. Start your journey with the Italian gardens at the Lancaster Gate entrance then take the path by the Serpentine Lake to watch cormorants pose for the camera whilst preening themselves on wooden pilings. Continue to the Lido café and the Diane Memorial. The café is open in winter with reduced hours but the views are terrific.
Alternatively, turn right at George Frampton’s 1912 Peter Pan statue and head towards the Serpentine Gallery for some free art. Torbjorn Rodland has a photography exhibition there until 19th November. Or head towards the Diana Memorial playground (in the opposite direction to the memorial itself) and have a quick look at the Fairy Tree that was saved from extinction by local comedian, Spike Milligan. Then head down Broad Walk towards Kensington Palace. The gardens here boast a romantic arched walkway. You could pop into the Orangery for afternoon tea if you’re feeling flush. Otherwise continue on Broad Walk towards the South Kensington museums by following the upper most tip of the Albert Memorial and stop off in the V&A courtyard for a coffee or a spot of lunch.
For information on the royal parks go to:
https://www.royalparks.org.uk
There are other parks to explore not mentioned here: Holland Park, and those parks south of the river I rarely visit such as Victoria Park. All our ‘Lungs for London’ spaces are essential for keeping city dwellers in touch with natural beauty and for keeping us healthy. Enjoy your walk.
Black Friday to the Rescue!
People can be a little snooty about Black Friday; it’s an American idea, it’s commercialism at its most unappealing, etc. But I disagree. What better time to have discounted products in the stores than just before Christmas?
Another reason I am all for Black Friday is that it can often save you a fortune, particularly when you need to replace lost or stolen items.
I recently left a complete make-up kit on a train. Much loved cosmetics were gone forever, cherished sable brushes were lost. This is a devastating situation to be in and I found myself having to root around the handbags in the bottom of my wardrobe to find nothing but out-of-date eye shadow clinging to the corners of its container and a flat disc of lipstick. In order to eek this out over the days leading up to BF I melted it. Not pleasant and not recommend.
It can be expensive replacing everything but not at this time of year. I was able to find almost all my favourite items and enjoy the BF discounts. The Elizabeth Arden make-up collection pictured included excellent brushes and most of my essentials. It cost £42.00 after the 25% offer.
I visited my favourite department stores in search of treasured Bobby Brown products to find that prices varied. I held back on Friday and resisted the 10% and 15% offers and this proved a good move as John Lewis discounted my Bobby Brown cosmetics by 20%. I saved £13 which I think you’ll agree, is not to be sniffed at.
The best deal that I uncovered was Liberty’s accessories at 30% off. What will the deals be like in their sale!
Unfortunately, I am forced to keep further bargains a secret as lots of them are going under the Christmas tree. But I can share Carluccios’ amazing 20% offer which meant I was able to purchase the best panettone in town - the Tradizionale was £13:60 instead of £15:95. The delicious Sicilian chocolate-coated orange peel which comes in various sizes was also on offer.
One last tip for next time round, gift receipts run until January so it makes sense to ask for them.
#blackfriday #shopping #designer #christmas #designblog
my dog took a bullet for me
THE SWIVEL OF THAT BUTT THO
Not all heroes wear capes
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“THEY GONNA ATTAC
I SAV”
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