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Bucolic Wales

Thought I would share my photographic moments at Primrose Organic Centre in the Powys (Wales). The place was manned by this amazing character named Paul. I believe he was English and he was wholeheartedly committed to permaculture and growing veggies the natural way. After he proudly displayed his solar panel, I told him he’d have to pay a visit to California as there are loads of people who share his sentiments.

Paul Benham Primrose Organic Centre Wales

Photo by Shana Ting Lipton

Photo by Shana Ting Lipton

Primrose Organic Centre Wales

Photo by Shana Ting Lipton

Of course, I got the vibe that this part of Wales–Brecon Beacons–was a place where many non-Welsh (or perhaps English) tune in, turn on and drop out of their fast-paced city lives. Like the Cowichan Valley (in British Columbia) it seems to attract both yuppie entrepreneurs ready to cash out and set up farm-related businesses (vineyards and apple orchards) or die-hard old hippies still living the dream of living off the land.

Brecon Beacons in Wales, Primrose Organic Centre

Photo by Shana Ting Lipton

Primrose Organic Centre Wales

Photo by Shana Ting Lipton

An American’s Search For London’s ‘Personal Bubble’

American Expat Living in London England

By Shana Ting Lipton

[originally published on Huffington Post | Travel]

…Any externalization of emotion — through sighs, furrowed brows, and general visual signs of frustration, sadness, anger, etc. — seems to be frowned upon, figuratively if not literally…

Anyone who has ever lived in Manhattan is familiar with the term “personal bubble.” Although invisible, it is the nucleus of a New Yorker’s life. It promises — in a city of 8.2 million — a safe zone, not to be penetrated by the masses.

You may be centimeters away from four sweaty people in a crowded space, so close you can smell what they ate for lunch — yet, despite this proximity, eyes shall not meet, actions shall not be acknowledged and personal space shall not be violated. Such unwritten codes keep urban denizens from going mad via overwhelm and confrontation in such overpopulated milieus.

So, masses of Manhattanites grumble to themselves, exhale after a long day, roll their eyes when seeing something irritating and so on, with little fear that their private expressions shall be viewed and then confirmed by another humanoid. Quite simply put: They are ignored.

I’m quickly learning that although there are crossovers between London and New York living, the rules are essentially different in the former. Actually, when I first moved to London, I found the cultural learning curve quite flat — compared to my move to Amsterdam. London, like New York, is highly populated (7.8 million, I believe) and of course a very sophisticated, international city. Londoners are busy, busy, busy and that’s a good thing.

People are generally not too needy but rather independent. There’s a group social dynamic, but because everyone is preoccupied with juggling the many facets of London life, adjustment (for a international city-dweller like myself) is fluid…save for one social no-no I have inadvertently engaged in time and again.

Although stiff upper lips abound around these parts, I have found the aforementioned “personal bubble” to be, generally speaking, absent (save for during Rush Hours on the Tube). However, any externalization of emotion — through sighs, furrowed brows, and general visual signs of frustration, sadness, anger, etc. — seems to be frowned upon, figuratively if not literally, as that would be engaging in said no-no. Such gestures are also called out.

Sometimes this can be heart-warming. You’re having ‘one of those days’. Soaking wet from a windy rain. You have an asthma attack whilst chasing a bus. Its doors close in your face, the driver grins wickedly and peels out. You’re soaking wet, have ripped your stockings and finally, wheezing like an old man, you manage to hobble onto another bus when an ornery driver berates you for swiping your Oyster card when the machine is broken.

That final straw, along with hormones, drive you to tears. Then, a kind stranger leans in and says, “The bus driver was quite rude. Are you ok?” You have no desire to engage as the combination of your tears and mascara have transformed you into ‘The Crow’ but you’re thankful for his concern, nevertheless.

On other days, the lack of ‘bubble’ feels intrusive. Your computer has randomly sent out multiple emails to the same people transforming you into a spammer in the eyes of esteemed colleagues. It crashes. You spend three hours waiting in the Apple store only to hear ‘iCan’t’ (fix your laptop). Downtrodden, you shuffle home, slumped over, exhaling as you think of ways to erase the day’s events when a complete stranger looks you in the eyes and blurts out, “Cheer up mate, it might never happen.” He means no harm but his scant few words have externalised and validated your internal worries.

Then there are the times when someone has shoved you and stepped on your foot, without so much as an ‘excuse me.’ A verbal, “ouch!” is your regrettable knee-jerk reaction. At that point, you’ve invited someone to step inside your bubble and proverbially stomp around with careless abandon in Doctor Martin boots. You will be confronted, and firmly reprimanded, as I discovered: ‘What are you complaining about? It was as much your fault as it was mine’!

Curious and perplexed by these and other confrontations in such a mannered albeit highly populated metropolitan centre, I asked some of my English friends for illumination. They all seemed to concur that this behaviour relates to the ubiquitous ‘stiff upper lip’ philosophy. The idea of expressing displeasure through facial gestures would be the opposite of holding it together, I learned. What was easily ignorable in New York, displays as a neon light festooned billboard in London–especially for someone like me whose face betrays her emotions.

As someone who was born in London but has moved about from Hong Kong to LA to New York to Amsterdam, I’ve spent my life studying cultures and analysing how my behaviours are received in them. I try to adapt as much as I can without being dishonest about my quirks and God-given flaws.

So, I wouldn’t say that this essay amounts to a gripe or a public complaint, but rather an attempt to understand it for myself. But I suppose it’s quite the opposite of keeping a stiff upper lip. Instead, mass-blogging about my take on such social mores is quite simply the literary equivalent of furrowing my brow and expelling air.

U.K. Meets LA Via David Hockney’s Brushstrokes

David Hockney a Bigger Picture London Los Angeles

London becomes another city when it’s sunny out. All the grim, pale facades that once were, in the overcast light become sanguine, hopeful, and full of new life. That could be said of any city but I feel that London–and England for that matter as well– is particularly prone to pulling a meteorologically-induced Jekyll and Hyde of the positive variety.

Few creators have been able to accurately capture Britain’s ‘other side’ as well as David Hockney. Perhaps this is due to the fact that he spent all those years in sunny LA. I have often imagined a hybrid city London-LA (or LoLA) and how perfect it would be with its uplifting, balmy weather, magnificent architecture and cultural contributions.

As a LoLA denizen myself, I was particularly looking forward to seeing the David Hockney RA: A Bigger Picture exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts in London. It’s sold out and I’ve heard nothing but stellar reviews.

Hoards of slow ambling salt and pepper headed visitors filled up the galleries on my visit–Hockney is, after all, their generational emblem of creativity. Yet, even though the space was cramped and packed, the exhibit delivered on its inherent promise to depict both the scale and depth of Hockney’s work–largely his country lane and tree paintings.

Truthfully, I was really only familiar with the vintage LA stuff–the pools, Hollywood Hills homes, etc. So experiencing (and that is the word when you’re dealing with pieces of this scale) the work was phenomenal.

The best view in the space beckons as you enter the first sparsely populated, modest exhibition hall of open-space tree paintings. If you peer through to one of the back galleries you get a perfectly pulled-back vista of one of the largest tree paintings that occupies an entire massive wall.

The rustic country lane paintings made me nostalgic for California road trips. They were rich in vibrant colours and promise (as a road trip is). I read a placard that named some of the works including a piece called ‘Nichols Canyon’ (which is just a stone’s throw away from my LA home). So of course I felt a sense of nostalgia and closeness to the work. Imagine my surprise when I inched closer to a particular piece that recalled Central California and saw that it was not California or the States but the English countryside.

Sense of place, memory, seasonal shifts, geographic markers–all of these things seem to blur in the works of the show–into the realm of the universal.

Some of my favourite paintings were small and hung side by side (clusters of many) on a massive wall. More ‘tree tunnels,’ country lanes and such. In all of them, a common thread: that distant point that he’s manoeuvring your eye towards. It’s very Jungian, archetypal and profoundly magical.

Despite the fact that most of the show was centred on these natural pieces, towards the end of the exhibition there were a few paintings of ‘The Sermon on the Mount’ that had a dreamlike feeling to them…Something archetypal, a shared memory in the consciousness of all, a past life becoming present…

[The exhibition runs through the 9th of April]

5 Designer Hotels of the Moment

1. Jade Jagger/Baglioni, Marrakech

Jade Jagger Designed Baglioni Marrakech Hotel
With a clothing boutique in London’s chic and always quirky Notting Hill, and a dad with moves like… well, you get the picture, Jade Jagger has her finger on the pulse. Add to that the fact that she’s the designer on the Baglioni Marrakech Hotel (2013), and the future is bright for the talented creator.

2. The Armani Hotel, Milan

Armani Hotel Italy

Armani and Milano go together like fric and frac (or fric and fashion). The Northern Italian city was the perfect location for a hotel by the legendary fashion house, the much-buzzed Armani Hotel. The look is masculine and subdued. The furnishings are from Armani Casa’s home collection. And, according to a New York Times scribe, even the Q-Tips are chic–black and a whopping six inches long (but don’t get any inappropriate thoughts).

3. Missoni Hotel, Antalya, Turkey

Missoni Hotel Turkey

The flamboyant stripey look is unmistakable: Missoni. Imagine an entire hotel decked out in that style. Antalya, Turkey (a.k.a. The Turkish Riviera) will get a taste of Italian chic in 2013 when it becomes home to the Hotel Missoni Belek Antalya. But forget all that fashion house fluff, what I’m most excited about is the 18-hole golf course designed by Swedish golf champ Annika Sörenstam.

4. Bulgari Hotel, London

Bulgari Hotel London

Founded in 1884, Bulgari has been a mainstay in the high-end jewelry, watch and accessory sphere for well over a century. Now, the Italian company is ready for its close-up, 2012 Olympics style. Just in time for the festivities, the hotel will open its doors in a London West End fashion hub: Knightsbridge.

5. Martin Margiela/Maison des Champs Elysées

Martin Margiela Maison Champs Elysees Hotel Paris

I’ve saved the best–or at least my favourite–for last: Belgian designer Martin Margiela’s epic and jaw-dropping Maison des Champs Elysées in the City of Light. The structure dates back to 1864 when it was the home of Princess d’Essing, Duchess of Rivoli. It marries the best of classical style with sparklingly spartan Post Modern splendour. A ‘oui,’ in my book.

Base 2 Stay in London’s South Kensington

HOTEL EXPERIENCES

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When the places you stay at are pivotal to your travel experience–be it by virtue of a uniquely artistic design, a special location, in-house events or unusual services that offer extra insight into the city or town you’re visiting

Base 2 Stay Hotel in London's Kensington

Hotel Photos: Base2Stay

A Lower-Cost Gem in Posh South Kensington

By Shana Ting Lipton

Don’t let the space-age name fool you. Base2stay is not some sci-fi pod dwelling geared towards contemporary Blade Runners. What it is is a tasteful, chic and central so-called budget hotel for London visitors not keen on battling crowds and notoriously high Central London accommodation costs.

I might put it in my ‘more caché than cash’ category, however, it’s not a dirt cheap budget hotel by any stretch of the imagination either.

If you like your hotels non-hotely, this place is for you. In other words, if you like to experience the sensation of what it might be like to actually live in Kensington (who wouldn’t?), base2stay will appeal.

Instead of returning from a day of city-touring to a busy hotel lobby with an adjacent mega-priced touristy restaurant, you return to a pretty little townhouse in a quiet mostly residential area. You get buzzed in, and when you enter, the small reception area is tucked away to the left. Straight ahead, a flight of stairs beckons.

My double-twin room was nicely sized. It had rather high ceilings and a spectacular view. One of the windows looked out onto a small, charming building across the street; the other onto a private garden (which most romantically inclined Americans would associate with the film Notting Hill).

Base 2 Stay Hotel in London's Kensington

The decor is clean, contemporary and bright–nothing too artsy and outrageous, but there are definite chic undertones.

Technically considered an ‘aparthotel,’ base2stay boasts a compact, hidden kitchenette in each room which includes a sink, refrigerator, microwave and shelves filled with dishes–which is perfect since, as mentioned earlier, there is no restaurant on-site. They do make up for the latter by offering 10-30% discounts at local neighborhood eateries though.

There is a wireless keyboard by the TV screen in each room and free Internet usage (there is a small charge for unlimited downloads via broadband). Most people will probably find the free wi-fi the most practical. The latter is a bit slow at times; then again whose wi-fi isn’t?

And if you’re eco-conscious, you’ll be pleased to hear that this is also a certified green hotel.

The location is damn near unbeatable. As I mentioned, you’re smack dab in the middle of a very pretty (especially when the flowers are in bloom in Spring and Summer) largely residential block in Kensington. The Earl’s Court and Gloucester Road tube stations are roughly equidistant from the hotel. And it’s about a seven minute walk from some great Spanish tapas spots on Old Brompton Road.

In summary, base2stay delivers on the promise implied by its name. I enjoyed daily walks around the lush gardens of lovely Kensington, only to return to a charming and oh-so-civilized home base.

Base2stay
25 Courtfield Gardens
London
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London: The Best Seats in the House

LIVING ABROAD

London Double Decker Buses United Kingdom

With Thomas Heatherwick’s new London buses being introduced this year, I’ve been thinking a lot about buses and public transportation in general.

Despite the fact that I’ve lived in ‘public transport’-friendly cities like New York and Amsterdam, on some level my LA-ness will always bring a certain distaste for it to the surface… The slowness, the array of disturbing too-human odors, the proximity to People (with a capital ‘P’) and the lack of control are all concomitant with taking a bus or metro.

But there are precious rare times when magic (not ‘shit’) happens on public transport, like getting ‘the best seat in the house’ in a citywide sense.

For instance, on several occasions, I was en-route home from the office, when I discovered masses of irritated, stranded Londoners spilling out from the nearest Tube station (‘oh no, yet another snag in the Underground works’). So I was forced to hike up to the closest bus stop and wait for that familiar #7.

Seven is indeed a lucky number. That’s the bus that makes its way down Oxford Street, through Oxford Circus, into Marble Arch, Paddington, Westbourne Grove and then Notting Hill. Luckier still is finding the crème de la crème ‘balcony’ seats empty. You know the ones. On level two of the double-decker bus, front row centre.

So, shoes on railing, legs inappropriately scrunched up, head back, mp3 player blasting, I cruised down that nighttime stunner, Oxford Street, watching snapshots of beautiful London woosh by. I took in the Victorian details–mouldings and sculptures–that I would never have perceived from ‘down there.’ During the holidays, I found myself virtually at eye level with the festive lights and decorations hung high away from pedestrian sight lines.

Meanwhile, some ethereal, moody ’90s tune or other like ‘Champagne Supernova’ by Oasis was my spacey, chillout soundtrack. As I jokingly said to one of my mates when she said she was opting to take the bus home, ‘Have fun thinking deeply about your life.’

It doesn’t get any better than this pensive and aesthetic journey… Sometimes it does get worse, when another passenger signals with their looming form, that they’d like to nab the seat next to mine (how dare they–I’m a season ticket holder!) Alas, I’ve mostly been lucky in this respect (long legs–the perfect ‘velvet rope’ so to speak).

Then there’s this moment when you almost forget that you’ve been inconvenienced by the tube closure. As the bus driver takes advantage of a few empty blocks to pick up speed, there’s a fleeting thrill…and a few seconds–just enough time to completely let go.

New London Double Decker Bus Design by Thomas Heatherwick

Thomas Heatherwick's New Routemaster London Bus

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Art Trekking: Top Contemporary Art Destinations Overseas

[This article was originally published on Huffington Post]

Rome has exquisite Renaissance artwork. Paris has the Musée d’Orsay. But where should art trekkers obsessed with street art, new contemporary art movements, and cool gallery scenes go when journeying overseas?

Here is a short list of a few cities overseas that are making waves with international art aficionados, or about to.

As with any list, there’s always room for more. I welcome readers’ tips and suggestions on edgy new art galleries, districts and movements throughout the globe.

Seoul
Seoul National Museum Korea
Korean contemporary art got a boon internationally in 2009 and 2010 with exhibits from LA to London and beyond.

In the latter, the Saatchi Gallery’s “Korean Eye: Moon Generation” show was so popular that it went on the road, from Singapore to Seoul in late 2010. It featured fantastic work by Bae Joon Sung and Kim Hyunsoo.

If you plan on visiting Seoul, stop by the gallery-dotted neighborhood of Samchong-dong, and discover tomorrow’s popular new artists for yourself.

London

Banksy Street Art in London England

As gentrified as London’s East End may be to die-hard hipsters, it’s still a great place to check out some better known artists in galleries like White Cube andWhitechapel.

It’s also the playground of street artists. In the latter category, an art trek to London isn’t complete without a visit to the Lazarides Gallery in SoHo (as in Steve Lazarides, Banksy’s right hand man) and The Outsiders–another Laz production in Soho as well.

Mumbai

Colaba Arts District in Mumbai India

There has been some really exciting art from Indian creators filtering into LA and New York in recent years–particularly work by women artists. This includes pieces by video artists like Anita Dube and mixed media artist Mithu Sen.

If you’re visiting Mumbai, you’ll want to check out the National Gallery of Modern Art. And don’t forgot to wander through the streets of Colaba, a hub for classic and contemporary art galleries like The Guild.

Beijing

Beijing 798 Art Space China
China’s explosion of contemporary art (much of it pop and cynical realism) a few years ago, ushered in loads of artiste imposters. Rumor had it that Chinese students were applying to art schools in droves with the intention of making money.

The initial frenzy may have died down but there is still some incredible new art to be found in Beijing–from private ateliers, to Art Scene Beijing, ShangART Gallery and MK2 Art Space. If you can’t make it out to Beijing, much of the art filters through Shanghai (see ShanghART’s gallery there too) and Hong Kong (galleries in the SoHo district).

Berlin
Kreuzberg Art Neighborhood in Berlin Germany
Berlin is a must-stop on any art trip. And if you happen to drop by in 2012, you just might catch the Berlin Biennale of Contemporary Art–which has been running since the late ’90s.

If it’s graffiti and street art you’re after, Kreuzberg is your neighborhood. It’s not all great art, mind you. But if you’re up for the adventure, wandering the streets in Berlin’s former squat neighborhood can be an energizing and edgy experience.

Amsterdam

Art in Amsterdam Holland The Netherlands

The Dutch are pretty much synonymous with painting, at least on a historical level, via their Masters. There is plenty of classical art to see in Amsterdam by the Museumplein (home to the Rijksmuseum and the Stedelijk Museum).

But Amsterdam’s contemporary mixed media work (video, installations, etc.) is the real draw for serious contemporary art travelers. The Stedelijk Bureau (a small contemporary project annex of the Stedelijk Museum), and the SMART Projects Space showcase such creations.

Moscow
Art in Moscow Russia

The Moscow Museum of Modern Art is an essential stop if you’re scouting art on your travels. But if you’re looking for top ‘name-brand’ galleries alongside edgy up-and-comers, look no further than theWinzavod Moscow Centre for Contemporary Art.

This industrialized art space/former winery is home to leading galleries like XL and M & J Guelman and new galleries like Meglinskaya which carries the work of Russian nonconformist and documentary photographers.

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In My Carry-On: Dazed & Confused, Making It Up As We Go Along

Dazed & Confused Making It Up As We Go Along

Astoundingly, I received the above book months ago but because it was sent to my LA address, I didn’t have a chance to pick it up until last month when I was back for a stint. It weighs a ton, but was well worth stuffing in my carry-on luggage for the inspiration it’s provided.

Remember the ’90s? God, I sound like an oldie… but I do, and with so much reverence for all the wild, in-the-flesh, musty, tactile, in-your-face creativity that was overflowing during that bizarre ‘tween period.

In the Naughty ’90s, technology was present and it facilitated our lives–made things more convenient. But it hadn’t yet robbed people of the type of free-form hand-drawn creativity that feels like it will soon be extinct (See: the democratisation of creativity via Sketch-Up, Garage Band, etc.–which has its good side but its bad side is bordering on Aspergers Syndrome).

Anyway, Dazed & Confused started in those radical ’90s (and continues through to today). Poring over the pages of the spectacular book Dazed & Confused: Making It Up As We Go Along had the visual effect on me that Brian Eno’s early arty albums have on my ears (and soul). It made me want to get my hands on the proverbial lump of clay and create!

I am proud to say that I used to write for Dazed & Confused. But it’s clear from this predominantly visual book, that the photography, fashion and styling were what this rag was known for. Although I must say I once read a brilliant piece by Malcolm McClaren on Oscar Wilde, cowboys and punk rock; it blew my mind.

The magazine boldly went into terrain other magazines recoiled from: disabled models, shots of bloody knickers and even airbrushing a photo of a Michael Jackson lookalike so that the imposter looked more like the King of Pop (the latter was a cover that actually fooled the public and made a statement on airbrushing).

One of the things that someone in the book says about Dazed is that it was basically celebrating the brazenness of youth. I have to agree. There is something about being 22 and feeling like the world is moldable to your fantasies and inclinations. It’s that sense of play-time embodied in the Club Kids of Manhattan (another ’90s sensation). It’s raw, it’s visceral, it’s ‘fuck you.’

This book packs all of that in one 321-page punch. But as much as the tome shows how Dazed celebrated ballsy youth, the magazine also looks at age through a different–albeit at times campy lens. An incredible photograph by Ben Toms (from 2011) beautifully depicts a regal looking white haired woman with a sullen young woman’s head on her lap as the pair sit on a park bench. There’s also a super-cool shot of John Waters by Jason Nocito and oh so many other incredible images by Juergen Teller, Sofia Coppola and the list goes on.

As an anthology, the book does a great job of capturing the spirit of the magazine and the times. Of course the rawness of those early days in the ’90s is gone. But the seemingly more polished veneer of the newer images and issues of Dazed & Confused still possess something of that rebel spirit.

Here’s hoping that the brilliant tome inspires people…not just to create, but to get away from our computers to do so, off the Matrix where blood and sweat aren’t just code, but blood and sweat!

Private Clubs: What’s a Fickle Socialiser to Do?

SoHo House Berlin

For a long time, the idea of joining a private club didn’t make sense to me. Being a bit ADD in my cultural fixations, I couldn’t imagine paying dues at one establishment which would then become my default social arena.

In LA, I visited the Jonathan Club which is lovely in the summer for its perfect positioning alongside the Pacific Ocean but ultimately more of a families-with-kids place (that’s Hell on a hangover on most weekends).

During the last months of my time in Amsterdam I met some colleagues at Baby, a fabulously stylish club on the Keizersgracht canal that was geared towards creatives (and tied to an uber-hip magazine of the same name). Sadly I departed soon after and so did Baby which has long since closed its doors.

In London, clubs are a big, big thing, and you can’t throw a stone without hitting one. Everything from the super-stuffy ones in Mayfair to Paul Allen and Dave Stewart’s ultra-casual, jeans-sporting Valhalla: The Hospital Club.

Initially, the most appealing of the lot to me was Home House. West End-centrally located in Marble Arch, it is housed in a gorgeous 18th century building and the plus (for an Angeleno) is that it has a gym–included in membership. The scene is perfect there too–not too grubby and casual but not too stick-up-the-bum.

I discovered, however, that they charge a trumped-up membership initiation fee of £1800 which I’m guessing is non-refundable. Beyond the fact that it’s the highest initiation fee of any club around here (according to some club survey sites), it’s even more of a killer if you’re a fickle frolicker and want to join a club for a year and then join another the following year.

SoHo House in Manhattan

Ultimately, the tried and true (for media types) SoHo House may well offer the most varied memberships–the ones to all of its properties: London (including SoHo, Notting Hill, Chiswick, Shoreditch and Somerset), Berlin, New York, West Hollywood and Miami. It doesn’t look like any of the London branches have gyms but there is a pool at Shoreditch House.

Besides, if you’re a constant traveller who likes style and taste, and you’re a tad lazy (ahem), there’s probably nothing better.

SoHo House Somerset England

Proust Questionnaire: London

By Paul Harrison, Art Director | London

London England Proust Questionnaire With Paul Harrison

What is your idea of a perfectly happy day in your city?

Nice morning, crisp, quite cool but sunny… Get up, go for a swim in my apartment pool downstairs, go to Battersea Park, have a bit of a walk, take my book or magazine or whatever, get inspired. I will either head up to the office and do some work there, or go up into SoHo and go to The Hospital Club and meet some clients there and do work there. At nighttime I’ll meet friends in nice place. London’s fantastic because you’ve got so many options.

Knowing your city and its citizens, what is your greatest fear?

I wouldn’t say I had a fear of anything in London. One of the downsides of London is if you’re not particularly good at meeting people you can feel quite isolated and quite alone—which I did when I lived in London when I was younger. I didn’t really necessarily have the confidence to go out and meet people and I didn’t really have the money to go to the nice places where you meet the people you want to meet as well. Unfortunately, in big cities around the world, money plays a big part in life. It’s a shame but it does. I’m not saying money’s everything but it gives you the options.

Which historical figure would do best in your city?

I know she’s not historical but Audrey Hepburn. She’d fit into the whole culture now.

Which do you admire most about your city (something from recent years)?

I’ve lived in numerous cities around the world and the best thing about it is the diverse cultures. Within an hour from my house I can go and sample any culture, any food, any art galleries–there’s everything you want. I think that’s the best thing about it for me.

Which is the trait you deplore most about your city?

Again, I think again it comes back to that it can be a very impersonal place where no one sort of acknowledge you unless you make the effort, whereas when you go outside of London people have a lot more time to relax and talk to you. There’s a lack of time to engage with people really.

What is the negative trait that others falsely accuse your city of having?

I suppose you could say that a lot of people think London people are stuck up their own backsides. But once you actually break the barriers, everyone’s the same, we’re all human beings. You’ve just got to make an effort.

Also, London was always thought to be very expensive–not even on a global basis but in the UK London was very, very expensive. But, in the last couple of years whether you drink in Edinburgh or drink in Newcastle it’s very very similar.

What is the greatest extravagance one can experience in your city?

A particular offer during the London Restaurant Festival. It involved meeting for champagne and canapés at The Savoy Hotel, getting chauffeured to the London Eye for a private after-hours drive followed by a three-course meal, with each course made by a different celebrity chef. And finally retiring to The Savoy to sleep off the hedonistic experience. The cost per person was £1,500.

What is a positive trait your city is known for that is actually false?

A lot of people say London has a great nightlife, but for me there are lot’s of options but nothing great in my opinion.

What do you dislike most about the architecture, city layout and general appearance of your city?

It’s a shame that in certain areas where the architecture’s amazing, and it all sticks together but then they’ve just plonked a new building right in the middle of it. It just doesn’t look right. You have to appreciate this amazing architecture and leave it as it is. Then you put this horrific new thing there–which is nice in its own right–but in some old square it just doesn’t look right. You have to appreciate the old things and leave them as they are.

When was your city’s hey-day?

My dad came down here when he was 17 and used to live on the King’s Road and Top of the Pops was on. He said it was just an amazing time to be in London. But I also think this year is going to amazing. Think of the future… the Olympics, Jubilee.

If you could change one thing about your city what would it be?

The cost of transport. The transport system’s amazing but it’s so expensive. When you go and visit [Continental] Europe, it’s all subsidized by the government, like a month in Italy’s 30 Euros…The thing I don’t understand about it is that the government wants people to stop using their cars and yet they’re charging so much for transport they don’t encourage people to use it.

What do outsiders (or transplants and long-time visitors) to your city generally answer to the last question?

How difficult it is to meet people in London.

What do you consider your city’s greatest achievement?

Savile Row. It’s a fascinating part of London but only a small part of the city. You realise the history behind it and how the history of fashion extended across the world from London and still does. I think that’s a fascinating part we don’t embrace enough. It’s been lost over the years but over time it will come back.

If your city was destroyed and one day its ruins discovered, what do you think they would find and/or learn about it?

One of the best structures ever–and you realize it was created like 120 years ago–is the Underground. If people were doing an excavation they would find a network of tunnels that’s 120 years old…they couldn’t build it now–how did they build it 120 years ago? It’s fantastic. The scale of it. It amazes me to this day how they built it over 100 years ago.

What is your city’s greatest artistic or architectural acquisition?

I tend to go off on walks to get inspiration, especially in the early evening when it’s light and nice–I’ll walk along up to Chelsea and cross the harbour bridge and you stand there and look at the river and see all the different bridges and you see the sun coming up at the top. You see huge buildings along the riverbank there and a lot of them are embassies. You get silhouettes with the sun behind it and all the bridges. I just think that’s absolutely stunning. I love that.

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