After weeks of intense research to find the perfect evening to spend on New Years, I think I've found the best place to be. You have to understand where I come from. I have an history of the worse New Years ever. From being lost in the Los Angeles tube at midnight to go to bed at 10 pm without being able to sleep after having a quiet dinner with a few girlfriends, I needed change. Friday, 12 December 2008
Kiss Under Mistletoe
After weeks of intense research to find the perfect evening to spend on New Years, I think I've found the best place to be. You have to understand where I come from. I have an history of the worse New Years ever. From being lost in the Los Angeles tube at midnight to go to bed at 10 pm without being able to sleep after having a quiet dinner with a few girlfriends, I needed change. Top Ten For Dummies








Blog Mania

In my search to improve my blogging abilities, I started to look around at other blogs, not only in this class, but around the web, and the blogs advised by our wise course lecturer. Well, turns out, there's the good , the bad and the ugly.
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Sarko Romance

For the Carla Bruni dectractors, life must be hard. Because she is doing GREAT! Not only, she has been accepted by the French people as the first lady and an ambassador of charm of France abroad, but she has conquered the media and the rest of the planet.
Appearing on multiple covers of high profile magazines such as Vanity Fair and TV Shows such as the David's Letterman's Late Show, she is now niknamed the new Jackie Kennedy. Her style, beauty, grace and humility has conquered the heart of the people and the media.
Forgotten her naked pictures, her rich and famous past lovers, her Italian origines. She is now one of the most regarded woman in the world, and an extremely powerful political tool, too. How much of Bruni's image isn't orquestred by the Sarkozy clan? She is a celebrity, and her album, which was heavily critized before she became the first lady of France, is now best selling.
I EVEN have a song of Sarkozy in my itunes, called L'amour. Hum, a song of Bruni, sorry.
Video Courtesy to Youtube.
Gossip What?

I am SO disapointed. My favourite TV show GOSSIP GIRL, which I watch online every tuesday (the show appears on American television Monday night) is getting worse and worse.
After an extremely successful debut, which has pretty much launched the careers of the likes of Blake Lively, landing A-list events and magazines such as Vanity Fair, it seems that the show is getting flushed away. What the hell happened? I mean, who cares about parent romance? Why can't anyone be happy, even for an episode?
The show used to be THE reference in terms of fashion, hot spots, inside jokes, painting a young and scandalous New York. It even made ME, the L.A girl, want to go NY. Apart from the irresistible Chuck (English actor, of course), who remains a slight source of entertainment in between essays with a big plate of cereals or nutella, everyone else is SO PLAIN.
The show used to pride itself to be THE teenage show that is every parents nightware, with drugs, alchohol, sex, social prejusdices... well I don't see any of these anymore. It has become so politically correct I fall asleep everytime I watch it! Where is the scandal? We want more. I thought Gossip Girl was going to be the natural succession of the OC, which lasted at LEAST four seasons, and succeeded to 90210.
Well, is it just me? CW and the creative machines behind this addiction, pleeeease. Get Gossip Girl back. The one and only, the show that actually creates gossip. xoxo.
Image courtesy to Google. Video Courtesy to YouTube.
Bite me, Robert

Hope For Journalists


Tuesday, 9 December 2008
I <3 Marylebone
Discover Marylebone. The place where I live, shop, sleep, eat, breathe. A lovely village feel with its charm and local events within one of the most expensive capitals in the world. A magical place to be before Christmas.
With a marvellous Christmas opening on the 19th of November, including a local school recital with true talent, barbecues and sales in Marylebone High Street boutiques, Marylebone is one the best places to live in London at the moment.
Our local boutiques compete for the best and creative window displays. The cafes, pubs, bars and restaurants offer the best Christmas menus at affordable prices. Almost everyday, there are Christmas animations. Saturday there was a dance show with a local dance club for charity, promoting the area and St
Everything is within walkable distance. Forget the tube, taxis and buses. Walk to
That’s all for now. Come and check it out for yourself, we’ll have a hot chocolate and mince pies by the Christmas tree.
Take A Walk On The Wild Side

Tuesday afternoon, I’m feeling adventurous again. Let’s go to the East side. Getting out of
The excuse being I need to find a decent restaurant giving on the Thames to take my friends on New Years Eve, that is, before crashing the masquerade ball situated around the corner from Waterloo. Turns out, the wonderful fireworks everyone has been talking about won’t happen before midnight, time where I’m hoping to be somewhere warm exchanging a kiss under the mistletoe.
So after selecting the only fish restaurant that still had a spot available to look at the beautiful
Looking for a less traditional aspect of Christmas? Go to the Tate and check out their recyclable Christmas tree. Stop at the local pub, make a Christmas roasting reservation and look at the sand drawings made in the embankment of The Thames. Now, we’re talking Christmas London style.
That’s all for now, find out where I am on my last day tomorrow!
Monday, 8 December 2008
Winter Wonderland

Now that was without counting the miserable British weather. While my lovely flatmates get to drink a hot chocolate and check out their emails in a warm and a safe environment, I get to stand in the cold outside trying to find the right spots to satisfy my Christmas wishes.
Turns out, the London parks really are one of the best traditional spots for Christmas. Not only because of Winter Wonderland, various carriages and Father Christmases, but also because it does remain the most natural environment that reminds us all of our childhood in the country.
There is something truly authentic and magical about the freezing morning bruise in a London park. Squirrels walk all around me waiting for a Christmas miracle, and so do the homeless people. But despite the rough realities of living in one of the most expensive capitals in the world, I still get the impression that Santa’s carriage is going to fly off in front of me, leaving a few presents behind.
The magic of Christmas, I guess. Well, let’s get back to Starbucks, drink a hot chocolate and check out emails. Oh, and I took these pictures with my lovely Sony Camera.
That’s all for now, don’t forget to see where I’m out tomorrow.
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Let It Show, Let It Show, Let It Show

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Now, for those who say Christmas is only a world class money making machine, I say yes, but so what? Bond Street is the perfect example: inaccessible boutiques, an explosion of creativity and fierce competition. The winner? Us, the inspirational pass bys who get to enjoy an extreme variety of Christmas Trees, diamond shoes, stags, goblins, Christmassy outfits... This is pretty much as entertaining as Winter Wonderland. No need to walk in, everything is said one the outside. What best publicity than window displays?
Ralph Lauren plays the whole American Christmas tradition, enjoying a fire place in the Hamptons after playing hockey. Vivienne Westwood suffers from the depression, turning down the prices of her dresses from £1000 to £400. Dolce and Gabbana tries to play it cool, contemporary but classy, while Stella McCartney certainly plays it more is more with a tremendous amount of lights in and outside her shop.
If you want to enjoy Christmas in London, I suggest you take a look at Bond Street. Just for the sake of it. It will remind you that after all, in depression, Christmas certainly brings out the best out of people: their creativity.
That is all for now, find out what I'm doing next week tomorrow. Enjoy x
You Are My Mews

Saturday afternoon, central London. If you're not a tourist and simply want to get to a quiet piece of your favourite capital, life is hell. Walking into Oxford Street is like trying to crash the tube at rush hour: sweaty and crowded, it wakes up a terrible instinct for survival you just didn't you had.
Now that is without counting with the marvellous invention of the mews. Hidden, terribly expensive and only available for those who know where they are, or the lucky ones who get lost, mews are the perfect place to breathe.
Here is one of them. No, I won't tell you where it is, just a hint: Mayfair, near Bond St. Now you'll have to go and hunt for yourself. The rest is pure enjoyment, a traditional hot chocolate with English cream and marshmallows, a quiet coffee near a fire place, a tiny boutique with unique dresses. These are the true hidden luxuries if London.
And at Christmas time, Mews are even more magical. While the rest of world witnesses an exotic festive dance amongst a thousand other people in Oxford Street, you get to actually sit down with your friends and relax. No waiting queue, no trashed Christmas trees, just an authentic, beautiful and truly British environment. That just made my day.
That's all for now, find out where I'm going next tomorrow.
Oh, and here is another picture, just to keep you hungry :)

Friday, 5 December 2008
The More, The Merrier

Walking down to Oxford Street, I realized that well, the touristy spots weren't so bad either. I guess the most famous street of London is getting to me. Experiencing the very competitive Christmas displays from a giant paper rap at Gap to the most expensive Christmas items at John Lewis, I hadn't come across the magic of Selfridges yet.
On a freezing December afternoon I took my little niece and visiting family to the world's most famous department store: Harrods. And regretted right after. The poor girl didn't know where to turn head with the 'Toy Kingdom', 'Barbie Room' and 'Winter Wonderland'. It was pretty much impossible to get her out of the shop without any major drama, and I needed the most experienced Christmas diplomacy to explain that 'with the credit crunch and all' Father Christmas might not bring the £300 Christmas doll she had seen on display upstairs.
But that wasn't counting Selfridges. After the Disney Store, Hamleys and others, Selfridges was about to wake up the deepest luxurious fantasies and Christmas wishes neglected in me. I've experienced Paris, New York, Lyon and Los Angeles before Christmas, but this was just too much.
My first experience at Selfridges was trying to find the simplest item of all: a bin. After running to Tesco, Primark and my local Habitat, I hadn't quite found what I wanted yet. Well, I was about to find out that bins could be luxurious, too. The cheapest one I found in there was about £60, and that awarded me dirty looks from the staff.
So today, I was a bit scared as I walked pass the place I had shopping banned forever. Well, turns out that luxury has good sides too. I’ve never seen so beautiful window displays in my lifetime. With the slogan ‘The More, the Merrier’, Selfridges seems out of order in difficult financial times.
I’m guessing Christmas magic still sells, too. It certainly worked on me as I immediately started a Christmas shopping frenzy.
That’s all for now, find out where I’m going next tomorrow.
Ps: The picture is one of my favorite Selfridges displays, took with my lovely Sony camera.
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Rocking Around The Mall

In the excitement and preparation of the winter holidays, it is pretty much impossible to avoid the Christmas frenzy surrounding us.
Living in central London, Christmas is truly everywhere. Go for a coffee at your local Starbucks, you'll hear 'All I want for Christmas' and start getting involved in a festive commercial machine while eating traditional mince pies.
Walking around my neighbourhood, I've noticed that there are some preserved and unknown Christmas spots that have escaped from the invading crowds of tourists crashing our capital for its yearly Christmas shopping rush.
I have decided to go beyond my lovely Marylebone village and explore the deeper ends of the Christmas capital. I heard that my favourite American shop ‘Hollister’ has recently opened its doors in Brent Cross and White City. Truly excited about what would remain one of my best retail experiences, I decided to adventure myself to zone three north London and walk my way to the Brent Cross Mall.
After a bit of a scary walk, we’ve finally arrived to shopping wonderland. And found Christmas wonderland, too. The shopping centre was absolutely beautiful and enormous, and the Holiday decorations were definitely as good as in Mayfair. Animations and a Santa House were installed for the kids as well as an excellent selection of department stores and boutiques for the rest of us in what looked like a preserved and quiet piece of London.
I found it the perfect place to shop when it rains, or let’s hope, snows. No crowds, no cold and no noise, just a protected light and shiny place to enjoy for a serene Christmas shopping and hot chocolate. Well, you might need a car, too.
I’m good for now, and glad to be back in my W1 apartment. Find out where I’m going next tomorrow.
P.S: I took this picture, so hey, no courtesy needed.


