Back to the Camden Market to replace my bag with something lighter and less bulky. Handmade right there in the stall ranging £20 - £65
I spy swans :)
Met up with Tom to check out his house off by Baron's Court Station, and quieter area by a lil stroll through the Margravine Cemetery.
House creepin
Freakin out over a wallet that just appeared on the bathroom floor.
No one knows who the owner is
But they know how to organize
There were many theories on The Wallet.. a drunk robbed another drunk, then walked by the house and tossed it into the second story window of the bathroom...or someone broke in to rob their home, and left his wallet behind... but all we knew for sure was that this Anthony character was a baller with his British Airways elite membership shit and star cards here there blah blah blah. And he liked to keep all of his receipts... and a Ferrero Rocher wrapper.
My last night, we finally went to this place called BE AT ONE (been walking by it everyday!), serving a fantastic happy hour of buy one get one free cocktails. Tina, and I got a banana/chocolate liquor ice cream cocktail... and lemme tell you... it was so delicious and perfect for the hot sweaty day, I wanted to swim in it. Then split a burrito from a little foodchain called Burrito Cafe. It wasn't bad, and kind of like a Chipotle. The bigger miracle is how I haven't disintegrated yet from lack of Mexican food...
After all that, said my sad sorrowful goodbye to Tina and went to FOUNDATIONS; launch party, north in Harrow (a grimy suburbia town) for some upcoming DJs with Tom and Mikey, organized and all by Chris Thiele and friends. It was at this bar called Trinity, and the music was definitely goin off in some ways I haven't before; deep house music with some off beats, and grimy twists and drops. Bass/Garage, etc. Plus a white guy jumpin up spillin smooth lines of Jamaican talk over it all was pretty awesome too. If you wanna take a listen you can check some of it out here below. Otherwise, the bar was pretty... interesting. 2 vodka energy drinks for 5 GBP.. Walls purple and red on the inside, with some velvet wall cushion spots, disco ball hanging from a cross on the ceiling, giant painting of Gandhi, and pentagram above the dancefloor.
Darkness.
So, what makes London so great? The amount that's invested in the city. The transportation, the maps, the way that it's designed to meet halfway with such various paces of life within it. Thanks to the friends who hosted me, and showed me around. It was truly a pleasure, and I'm very glad it was my first stop. Couldn't have asked for a more random time, people watching the ancient porn cinema across the street. Yes, I see you same old men going in and out there everyday, as well as the same people going next door to the mosque, alongside the routine police sirens that pass the window. The hoots and hollers down Shoreditch, and the hustlin bustlin down the Pacific Beach version of England. CHEERS!
KL
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