#124: Playing on my mind
Quilts; tattoos; summer suits; cremolato!
Remember last week, when I showed you my shopping from Istanbul, including my to-be-framed patchwork segment? Or when I signed off my guide with a photo of the wedding quilt store I didn’t get to stick my nose into? (My bank account breathes a sigh of relief, takes a slow drag of its cigarette.)
I’ve since had some amazing textile work land on my feed. In the same vein as the above, Yüksük’s handmade quilts including custom baby blankets, found via Nellie Eden; maybe the perfect gift for new parents.
I then saved a few fantasy-coded patchwork wall hangings by the very talented Kristine Møller. Obviously, I want to commission one of Ilya, looking like a sleeping Pokémon.
I realised I’d also saved photos of artist Janie Stidham’s Mondrian-esque textiles, which remind me of noren. So special and pleasing against the light.
Clearly I have textiles on the brain. While I’m here, I thought I’d share some other beautiful things on my mental cork board.
During the heatwave, Millie and I ate at Auguste, a new-ish trendy East London restaurant with a maddeningly modelesque team. The fact that we ate a full meal is a credit to the chefs, as it was a sauna in there and yet everyone was happily and sweatily eating skewers of meat with hot sauce. Aside from the cured fish (perfect) and pigeon (a bit hearty but delicious nonetheless), I also loved their menu logo, which matched the copy of Hopper’s Soir Bleu that had pride of place on the wall.
I have since been thinking about that disillusioned clown and his cigarette. (If anyone is looking for a high brow Halloween costume…)
I’ve never liked a symbol or image enough to have it inked on my skin, but Berlin-based tattoo artist Kirscha’s tech-y, pointillistic flourishes scratch an itch in my brain. I like how faint they are; you have to pay a certain amount of attention to notice them.
I’ve been swooning over the colour combinations in Auralee’s Spring 2027 menswear show—designer Ryota Iwai’s specialty. These plays on palette and texture, in particular, feel primed for recreation, though I reckon finding corduroys in that perfect shade of sea foam will be a mission.
On the Fashion Week beat, a few of the cool Parisian girls I follow post from the Rescha show, and my interest was piqued. Its creative director Charlotte has a great eye, and is also a wonderful person to follow.
Since returning from Istanbul I’ve had mosaics on my mind. I gasped at this photo of these entryway interiors by artist Egi Volterrani in Palazzo ex Cooperativa Villaggio Giornalisti, using an Art Deco style known as Mosaici Odorico, named after the Odorico Brothers.
Other mosaic/tile posts I saved this month:
And not to put myself forward as eye candy, but rather my attire, if I may be so bold: lately I’ve been leaning into softer, more feminine suiting, and when Me and Em reached out to send me a few pieces I chose from their site this very Cawley-esque two-piece (jacket; trousers). I took the first available opportunity to wear it out this week, and felt so whimsical yet smart. The trousers are perfectly cut and I was very at ease throughout our languorous summer lunch at Petersham Nurseries.
Speaking of Petersham Nurseries, it is out of the way but such a beautiful place for a lunch and mooch (the dream). They stock everything from dainty art deco glassware to Boho painted woodwork and Astier de Villatte. I loved my starter, a stuffed courgette flower with spicy tomato sauce. Ivan would also like you to know that his saddle of lamb stuffed with sundried tomatoes was delectable.
I will tell you about the meal that preceded this dessert soon (it was amazing, with many contenders for an incoming ‘best things I ate this summer’ list), but if you’re in central London on a warm day like today, I highly recommend stopping by Gelupo for their strawberry cremolato: an icy cup of berry goodness with a generous (and necessary) smoosh of whipped cream on top. Very Wimbledon. Audrey and I were stuffed, but still managed to drained the cup, as we do with desserts usually. I believe they are doing them until the end of the month. Go!
Lastly, I’ve been loving listening to Ryan Beatty’s new album, Sweet Fortune—songs for the mellower minutes between blasting Zara Larsson’s Girls Trip, which I can now say with certainty is my album of the summer. Her Chicken Shop Date is a fun giggly watch.
Happy listening/tasting/looking,
Zoe