Kermit the Frog had that right. My favourite story of the week? The plastic-munching Coral. Scientists have discovered that the coral in the Pacific reefs, far from dying out rapidly due to pollution of the seas with plastic microbeads, have shown a preference for the wretched stuff as they appear to love its taste. They have discovered that these delinquent creatures will ignore their usual food and feed on plastic if given the choice. Coral, Coral, Quite Contrary. Poor eco-warriors have a very heavy cross to bear; you’d need a heart of stone not to laugh. They keep trying to save the earth, and the ungrateful earth keeps thwarting their efforts. My all-time best eco story is from a few years back when Camden Council decided that what with the purported global warming imminently turning Europe into a desert, they would plant olive trees right across the borough in anticipation of the coming Negev-type conditions. What happened next? It snowed for a week, and then rained for six solid weeks. I am sorry to report that the olive trees did not survive. And people say that God has no sense of humour 🙂

Anyways, the poor scientists are now trying to find a way to make plastic less palatable to the coral-palate. Personally, I’m all for banning plastic wrapping from all supermarket food, and we ought to be using only paper and cloth bags. American supermarkets manage to supply paper bags, why can’t we? I have a new theory which might help. It came to me in the bath, as happens with many great (some say insane, but what do they know?) theories do. I wonder if all matter is made from light, and that you get solid material if you slow photons down enough. This actually works really well with the Creation story, “Let there be light, and there was light” It’s the reason why light was produced first; everything else was made from light. Unfortunately, my theory cannot be tested unless you can find a divine being who is willing to co-operate. The converse may be feasible though. Where am I going with this? Well, if it is true, it means that if you can move matter e.g waste materials, fast enough, you can disintegrate it and perhaps transmute the atoms into something useful. It’s just a matter of finding the right resonance and speed. How cool would that be? It’s not that far out; after all, the right sound waves can break glass and damage steel. Dopey alchemists, never mind the philosopher’s stone. They should have been studying quantum mechanics instead.

The cool picture above? It’s of an orchard in Tipperary. The morning after that storm last week, they went to survey the damage and found that pretty much all the apples had fallen from the trees and were laid out neatly in layers with minimal damage. Amazing. I hope they found work for all the pickers who are now not required anymore though. As the saying goes, it’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.

In the design world, we have the sublime and the ridiculous, as usual. I really like David Uzochukwu’s picture which is on display at AKKA fair in Paris, 10-12 November. It reminds me of an old favourite, Steven Meisel’s photo of Coco Rocha as shown below. Similar idea, totally different vibes. Genius.

And the ridiculous? Montblanc’s $1.8million pen, created as a tribute to Hannibal. No, not Lecter! The Carthaginian general. They have also dedicated it to Baal, adding that satanic touch that every writing implement needs.

 

You may think I’m going to be snooty about the cost, but not I. If Montblanc can persuade some fool to give them 2 million bucks in exchange for a pen, maximum kudos to them so long as the fool is spending his own money. Yes, His. No woman alive would spend 2 million quid on a pen, and no, please don’t write in 🙂 My favourite bit? The blurb going on about how the elephant is covered with hand-set diamonds. Well, why didn’t ya say so at once? Cheque or cash? Y’all have a terrific weekend now.

 

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A perfectly sunny, glorious London Sunday. Just when we had all given up on the weather for this year. England, England, quite contrary. I was staying in Twickenham which I now realise was a big mistake. Have you ever been to a place that gives you the heebie-jeebies? The last time it happened to me was when I visited Edinburgh Castle– that place has some seriously bad aura, fo’reals. Weird thing was, I know Twickenham quite well, I even worked there on occasion; but from the minute I left the London Road roundabout, I just became really uneasy. I’m a bit fey anyway so I tend to ignore my more dramatic reactions. I only really paid attention when I was leaving on Sunday and I realised as I fled to good ole Chiswick that it was like escaping from under a thundercloud. Poor Twickenham, now twinned with Salem as far as I’m concerned.

To shake off this weird mood, I spent the afternoon faffing around at the V&A. I love that museum; it’s like a giant souk. I discovered that there is a copy of Michelangelo’s David at the V&A. Who knew? I’ve been there a gazillion times and never come across it. That’s one of the reasons it’s a firm favourite. By the by, The Raphael Cartoons. I’m sure they’re lovely, but who can tell? The blasted museum exhibits them in a stygian gloom. Yes, I know they are susceptible to light damage, but come on! I have a theory that the are photocopies, some villain at the museum having had it away on his or her toes with the originals, flogging them down the Roman Road for a pony each 🙂 V&A, this is your final warning- it’s the 21st century, surely technology can supply suitable lamps now. The next time I come round, I’m bringing candles, and it will probably not end well…. Oh, and while we are on the subject, the food in Harrods Food Hall is cheaper than that at the V&A cafe. Profiteering much? A fillet of blackened cod with a few mango slices on top for £11.50. Cor, double blimey. Harrods sells a whole citrus-baked sea bream with fennel for £10. I go to fish markets, I know how much a whole cod costs, and how many fillets you can cut from one fish. And I’m paying retail, not wholesale! If you’re going to charge £25 for an indifferent plate of cold fish and some veg, it’d better not be in a self-service restaurant with plastic cutlery. Unbelievable.

Newest discoveries: Master of St.Severin’s stained glass including this all-too realistic depiction of The Raising Of Lazarus, I’m a sucker for stained glass; The Plywood exhibition which was fab, and featured one of my favourites, Sanagi’s Butterfly stool; Andrea della Robbia’s altarpiece; and best of all, Mino da Fiesole’s bust of Cosimo de Medici. I know “There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face”, but the artist was spot on about ye olde tough guy Cosimo. Still, one may smile and smile and be a villain; better a Cosimo that you can see coming than the smiling assassins you never see wielding the knife, as Don Corleone never said. See, I’m all about the Shakespeare this week. Y’all have a nice week now, as Billy Boy would have said if he came from Tennessee. Oh, and the flowers? Given to me by a lovely patient AFTER I’d administered her flu jab on Friday. Is that wonderful, or what? She totally improved a really difficult week 1000%. God bless you, Margaret, you’re so cool, you’re frosty.

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So, I’ve been having root canal on my one and only filling. My dentist got so excited by the fact that I have only one filling that I became rather worried….. but that’s a story for another day 🙂 Anyhoo, it has been fascinating. I love everything about it, from the snazzy dental instruments that would come in  handy if I ever had to torture someone, to the X-Rays. I want, no, need, an ultrasonic descaler. My dentist assures me that I can buy a portable one. It would seem that we both have issues. The X-Rays are my absolute favourite; I don’t care about the radiation, I love them. Ideally I would like a CT scan AND an MRI scan, but the partypooper dentist insists they are not in  her remit. Boo! Hiss!! This kind of stuff is why I studied science in the first place. You have no idea how incredible the human body is, and as for plants, they totally blow my mind.

I was reading about DNA this week, and the author says that DNA strands sparkle like a string of diamonds when viewed under an electron telescope. Obvs, I need to see that for myself at least once before I pop my clogs. I don’t understand how it is possible to look at the world and not see a Creator, in the same way that an atheist cannot understand how I can possibly believe in a creator. But, I’m a designer, I see design everywhere, and I know how difficult creativity can be to harness. To believe it’s all down to chance and good luck? Let’s just say that you’ve obviously never tried to design anything from scratch! The sheer extravagant exuberance of the world makes my head spin. 300,000 species of beetles alone. Why? Why not! After the first 100, God basically just started showing off 🙂

The amazing images above are all bona fide microscopic images of : skin cells stained for DNA; synaptic transmission of impulses in brain cells; chromosomes (we have 23 pairs of these in every single cell in our bodies except for the reproductive cells. There are approximately 37.2 trillion cells in each human body. I love that .2 37,200,000,000,000) ; the transport system in every plant; that beautiful DNA strand.

Now, is that mental, or what? All this stuff is around us and we can’t see any of it with the naked eye. Plus, there is a quantum level that we can barely detect yet, even with our best technology so God only knows what’s going on there. I am in absolute awe when I think of how wonderfully made we all are. Now, if I could only remember that when someone cuts me up in traffic, I would be a much better person….. Have a week filled with wonder and awe, as opposed to shock and awe. Pip pip, my fellow glorious creatures.

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There I am, innocently watching ‘The Blacklist’, picking up any number of arcane tips about how to run a dastardly criminal empire when the subject of ‘deep fried butter’ comes up. Deep fried butter? Don’t mess with me now, Raymond. Straight over to Google, and yes, it really does exist. How have I lived for so long without hearing of this marvel? Do I need to tell you that this originates from Atherosclerosis Central, a.k.a, Southern USA? I am not kidding; you get a nice big chunk of butter, make up a batter similar to that used for our beloved Fried Mars Bar in the UK, swirl the butter around in the batter mixture and then deep-fry it! Some people cover it with a cinnamon-flavoured sugar glaze. Ye gods and little fishes, I could feel my arteries furring up just watching the video. It is the single most astonishing thing I have seen this year. My life will not be complete until I have attempted at least one bite of this monstrosity, melted butter running freely down my multiple chins.

There is more. Pole-axed on the sofa (see, I’m already getting into the lardo couch-potato mindset), I then noticed a video for Deep Fried Coke. No, I could not resist. It turns out that this delicacy consists of a similar batter to which you add one can of Coke — full fat obvs, Diet Coke is an abomination, as any fule kno. The kicker? The guy then added 3 tablespoonfuls of sugar to the batter mix and, you guessed it…..deep-fried the batter balls. Absolutely right. I mean, it’s not as if each can of Coke already contains 9 spoons of sugar or anything like that 🙂 I am gobsmacked. I’d take my hat off to the Americans and bow at my waist if 1) I still had a waist, and 2) the shift in my centre of gravity wouldn’t send me keeling over.

Now, as a healthcare professional who wishes to hang on to her licence, I strongly counsel you not to consume either of these products, unless of course you never leave home without your personal defibrillator. Should you be foolhardy enough to ignore my sterling advice, please let me know what they taste like. Once you’ve fully recovered from your quadruple bypass, of course.

In the spirit of continuing craziness, my latest favourite fashion items are depicted here for your enjoyment. I am glad I can’t afford Anthony Vacarrello’s Roller Skate shoes for YSL because I would definitely buy them just to attempt to walk in them. Shortly after breaking both ankles, I would still insist on keeping them on. I would lie on the sofa and admire them, comatose from eating too much deep-fried butter. Happy days 🙂 The other beauties are Camilla Elphick’s Crystal Butterfly shoes and Dolce & Gabbana’s Dolce Box bag. I think my work here is done for today. Now, where did I put that Kale and Quinoa salad? Just kidding……..

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