You didn’t see that much from my summer in London. For some reason I was busy doing yoga, writing, drinking cava in the park to post it all here. But some of it is too good to just drop so I hope you don’t mind me catching you up to some of it now. A Saturday in July just when we had arrived back from our trip to North America, London was still exotically humid. We’d been out the day before but I can’t remember where to. In Maeve’s Kitchen on Lower Clapton Road is hell of a place for all you locals to check out. I wouldn’t say it’s worth it for tourist to trekk here as it’s nothing special, but for us who live there! The prices are super low, the food great AND MOVIE STARS HANG OUT HERE.I felt like a goddess having made contact with somebody from the Harry Potter cast, Clémence Poésy to be exact. Sitting in the sun she looked typically casual in her chilled out French clothes. Almost annoyingly hot in unpretentious clothes and fancy sunnies. I was lucky enough to get a spot two tables down with nobody in between so that I was exactly in her line of vision and her in mine. She even saw my deathly hallow tattoo so I can now die happy.
I did die, because being this close to somebody who represents that world felt basically as if it all is real and I will get my invitation to Hogwarts soon. And this is where all the PR agencies run the other way and never invite me to attend a bigger event ever again. Down through Clapton then Hackney all the way down to Shoreditch we walked. Passing by Londoners carrying second hand furniture from yardsales or retail assistans standing outside their shops smoking rollies. Since we were going to Ornella’s birthday barbecue later we got her a present from Artwords Bookshop before sitting down at the Ace Hotel for a drink, both places which I recommended in my London GuideIt was too hot for a coffee and similar to our days in New York, the humidity made my skin sticky and my heart hungry. I must say that after more than three years I still love hanging out with Daniel just the two of us. It’s when I have the most fun! How is it even possible to have so much to talk about when you see each other all the time?Once the afternoon passed we got on the bus back up to Hackney and Homerton where, in a hidden little compound, the party was about to start.My baby doll was happy, especially about my coffee table book on the history of sneakers all wrapped in a watermelon patterned wrapping paper. Daniel brought out the sausages and the cava in platic mugs. Henry were happy as they announced that the two of them are moving in together this autumn! As it seems like Homerton is the windiest spot in London, Daniel and I went back home to put some clothes on and drink beer in the sofas whilst listening to Trap Queen three time in a row. <3Lots of my old uni friends dropped in and French girls I’ve met at late night parties. The food was sizzling on the grill far past that the sun had left. All around the grass people made new friends, spillt Sainsbury’s prossecco and devoured hotdogs. I tried to make Isaac help me buy a bike in exchange for me teaching him front end coding whilst simultaneously getting Jordan to sneak me in for an internship. When it was past midnight Daniel and I want to a German houseparty to drink cheap versions of margharitas and meet new popstar girlfriends with our Canadian clan. There was food everywhere and I could tell from Daniel’s eyes that he was tipsy and wanting me.
But it didn’t get that exciting because instead I went to a basement club night where I paid 10 quid to get in even though I was on the list. Then I felt like the stiffest and most whitest boring person ever and stayed exactly 12min before walking home and calling Daniel crying over having to walk through the park by myself and being angry at him not meeting me and saving me. : ))) Life is weird.