|The view from Barnes Bridge|
On Friday I had a fortuitous meeting with the Australian gallerist Rebecca Hossack that only encouraged my urge to skip. I met with her in Fitzrovia ostensibly for an interview for Artlink magazine but when we weren't talking art and magazines we talked the expat in London experience, weddings, art, art world bitches and the brilliance of fairy lights in gardens. It was such a pleasure to talk with such a warm, successful, generous, honest and enthusiastic professional woman who I took to the minute she walked into the room and exclaimed, "Jo Jo!" We're talking total professional girl crush. Seriously. I am so looking forward to writing the article about her and to keeping in touch. And I would love for her to mentor me in some way. Either way, an art world kindred spirit is not to be sniffed at.
|Not such a sunny day but look - blossoms!|
Now I'm pretty sure I'm not doing things in the right order, having already booked the celebrant, organised a caterer, sorted the music and bought The Dress. The magazines mostly, I think, are designed in this instance to offer a certain level of reassurance. Flicking through 200 odd pages of bridey, frou frou satin hell and ads promoting cartoon illustrated invitations I'm more than anything reassured of my own taste and the absolute crassness of monogrammed tablecloths and personalised M&Ms....
But back to the boat race. I seem to have missed this annual paean to muscles and lycra last year but its popularity is undoubtedly helped by the carnival atmosphere that threads through the pubs along the river all the way from Putney to Chiswick.
Accompanied by a flotilla of motorised boats, it was initially quite difficult to discern the crews until they were literally in front of you but the exhilaration was palpable - or the ego - I can't tell, but it was surprisingly exciting.
And even more so when we returned home to watch the end of the race on tv.... A much better view you'd agree.
I'm quite looking forward to this week. I have meetings at Whitechapel and the Hayward and dinner with my lovely friend Tori on Wednesday. A proper grown up week. It's been a while since I've had one of those....