DAY 1: HELLO LONDON
Piccadily Circus, China Town, Soho, Shoreditch High Street
August 17, 2012, Friday
In order to evade heavy congestion on Istanbul’s bridges, I went to the Sabiha Gökçen Airport to catch my flight to London. At times I travel, I feel closer to selbstverwirklichung most. I feel total satisfaction with my life especially when I do that. Wait for me London, I am coming, I thought. After a 4-hour flight, I arrived at the London Stansted Airport. I was supposed to get on the train to go to Duygu’s house. Even though I didn’t quite get what was happening around me–due to the English accent I was not familiar with–I figured out that there was a problem with the trains. And I was recommended to get on the bus. It would take longer, but I took the bus.
While packing up, Duygu had told me that the weather was like Istanbul’s mid November. Apparently, London decided to surprise me with a sunny day completely befitting the summer feel. I was already over the moon to have arrived in the country of the bands like Radiohead, The Beatles, Kasabian, Arctic Monkeys, Foals, and the Vaccines. And, England added zest to my mood with such a nice weather. On the bus, which replaced my train plans, was Internet access and the attendant was pretty funny. He called me sweetheart. Even if it was normal in the country, it was my first time here! Following a one-hour bus travel, during which red busses and telephone boxes, as well as retro black taxis excited me, Duygu picked me up from the Victoria Coach Station. I WAS IN LONDON. I was thrilled.
Leaving the luggage at home, we hit the roads to eat something. Duygu lives in such a central place (Westminster) that on the bus we passed by nearly all the attractions one can see, from London Eye and Big Ben to Westminster Palace and Trafalgar Square until we got to Busaba Eathai near the Picadilly Circus. Busaba Eithai was a fantastic Thai restaurant, with lots of branches across London. Pad Thai Wok Noodle, Morning Glory, Jasmine Rice and Thai Calamari were so delicious that I went off my diet on the spot.
First, we enjoyed a short tour around Soho, passing along China Town and erotic shops. For an afternoon drink, we preferred the Market Place Bar on the Oxford Street. The tables in front of the Bar were crammed with people during the Friday rush hour on that incredible summer day. Everywhere was full with spirit. The Olympics had recently ended; but the menus still offered Olympics specialties. Ordering the Olympics cocktail, we basked in the sun, in front of the bar.
Everything was so new for me: The left-hand traffic, cars, street lamps… (Even on the last day, I was not accustomed to the traffic. And I don’t know how a bus didn’t smash me, coming from the opposite direction). After quick strolls around the Oxford Circus and Regent Street, our next destination was Shoreditch/High Street. Just exiting the metro, we encountered a food bazaar: Red Market. Set in a charity-style backyard, where you can grab dozens of stall food and drinks and revel on the benches. But, you need to wait in the line to get in.
Deciding to go there the next time, we roamed the streets brimmed with people. With the graffiti ornamenting the courtyard’s walls, Cargo offers a vibrant ambiance. Duygu went to give our orders, foreshadowing a surprise for me. She came back with those bell jars, in which you put fish. Not filled with fish, but with Mojito!
The music was great, but no one was dancing. It was more like a chill style. In the garden were those Berlin-style Photo booths. Of course, we took a picture of ourselves. It was better not to exhaust ourselves on the very first day. We ended the night here. I was going to be back in Shoreditch!
DAY 2: SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER
Hyde Park, Millbank, Shoreditch Highstreet, Egg
August 18, 2012, Saturday
For sure, you wake up early at times you go to bed early. A full day lied in front of us. The first stop was the Serpentine in Hyde Park, where we had our breakfast accompanied by the park view, various flying species of the lake, canoe riders, and sunbathing people in bikinis, who, as the citizens of an ever-raining country, seemed to rush to the lake in the slightest sunbeam. The weather was perfect. Thus, people abounded in the Park, either picnicking and cycling or walking their dogs and sunbathing.
We only looked at the shop windows of the Topshop stores in Knightsbridge. I resisted my temptation, knowing that we wouldn’t leave the place until Monday afternoon. Duygu encouraged me to be patient until Monday. It was though, but I resisted.
Then we went to Morpeth Arms, the pub of the quarter. It was my first encounter with the perfect drink called Pimm’s. A jug filled with ice, cucumbers, strawberries, fresh mint, Pimm’s and soda water went exceedingly well with French fries and sausages while we were lazing under the sun. Although the British ate potato with vinegar, we didn’t deviate from ketchup. In Turkey, pubs remind of non-quality meals. This is not the case in England. Meals are delicious. The quarter’s pub offers everything one can dream of.
The plan for the night involved Duygu’s friends. We planned to have dinner at Rivington Grill Bar in Shoreditch High Street. We arrived there a bit earlier, and ordered Champaign. We could have died of luxury. When the others arrived, we had a huge dinner consisting of steaks and a variety of red wine, costing 40 Pound each. We didn’t need to go a lot further after dinner. All the venues we were going to try out were lined on the same street. People filled the streets. The weather was so hot that men were taking off their tops. Sait, Duygu’s friend who was to take off his shirt in that hot weather, needed to explain to me that it was not normal. Dear Sait, it was just fine for me. Everyone could be topless. Libidos went high accordingly. I was hungrily stared at as if I was in Beyoğlu, even though I was not the most beautiful of girls. I might have appealed to the taste of Londoners… Maybe.
Having passed by Cargo, where we spent the night before, we entered Dragon Bar. The music played from the records. If you want to become a radio programmer or music writer, just initiate Shazam in a London bar. It was just great. There were sofas inside. I danced and Duygu was stretching her feet. Then we had a look at some venues including the Book Club and Electricity Showroom. Most of them were closing. Duygu’s friends were tired as well, while eating döner at Best Kebab. On full energy, I just wanted to continue the night, even at 2 o’clock in the morning.
Waiting in the line of Egg, where people visit after 3:00 – 4:00 o’clock in the morning, we got in by paying an unnecessary entrance fee. The soft music in the courtyard started to splash in my ears. A multi-storey venue, Egg features different DJ’s on each floor and in each hall. All around the place, their zero-tolerance to drugs is made clear. Toilets hardly open, and seats don’t have a cover. It seems impossible for a drug addict to use drugs here. After dancing upstairs, we had some fresh air on the terrace, when a man approached us to give VIP bracelets that enabled us to get in a private area in the courtyard, but I had no idea what else I could do with it. It was just for the sake of it, I guess. I found the music of my taste on the top floor. Having been dragged here, Duygu was very tired, still sitting down as if to guard me. I socialized with some people whom I danced with, while Duygu was mocking me that she was watching me out. Egg also serves breakfast. We didn’t stay until breakfast, and turned back home at dawn.
DAY 3: PEACEFUL SUNDAY
Millbank, Covent Garden
We went to bed at 5 o‘clock the day before. But, I woke up at 10:30. After tossing and turning in the bed for a while, I left to buy some breakfast for Gizem and Duygu, my dearest lovers who were still asleep. Normally, we feel lazy to go out to have breakfast. But I was just aspiring. Because I was in London, still feeling like in a dream. I got some sandwiches at Pret-A-Manger quite close to our place. Having enjoyed tea and breakfast, we had a walk outside in the still lovely weather. Touring 2-3 times on the Vauxhall bridge, we hired bikes from the Cycle Hire stations of Barcleys Bank. It was a great Sunday. I was especially happy with spending my time as a resident, not as a tourist. The freshly-finished Olympics still pervaded the city. London was also preparing for the Paralympics, whose ads were dotted about on the TV and streets.
We headed to Covent Garden for sightseeing after Sunday exercises. Going in and out the stores, we enjoyed every minute of Sunday. Belgo, a must-go in London, welcomes visitors in a quintessential decoration, the effect of which doubles with everything you can order. We ordered Duvel to wash down the mussels and salad we ate. I got familiar with Duvel during my visit to Brussels. It’s not like any other beer such that it made us laugh for 15 minutes after leaving the place.
After Belgo, we destined to Freud Bar that features interesting décor. You need to enter the venue through a ladder-like door. Seeing the end of the Pimm’s jug, it was time for us, tipsy and happy, to disperse back home (never mind the fact that we stayed together). I didn’t hesitate to voice my fantasies about the next day, while waiting for the bus in front of Topshop: I am going to do shopping tomorrow!
DAY 4: SHOPPING FRENZY
Oxford Street, Carnaby Street, Soho, Charing Cross Road, Covent Garden Market
20 August 2012 Monday
Good morning London!, I said to myself, when I woke up to a day entirely dedicated to shopping. Early in the morning, we had breakfast at Café 26 in Tottenham Court Road. This is a mini café that hosts customers who work on their laptops. Desserts and cakes were just ready when we popped in. They smelled delicious. I could tell from the cans on the tables that Black Treacle mentioned in Arctic Monkeys’ songs, is an old sugar brand. This café is so sweet, and popular with the hipster black men wearing horn-rimmed glasses. It’s such a thrill to be in Britain, I said to myself.
Now that we were full, it was time for shopping. Shopping armies, your first goal is Oxford Street. Forward! Topshop here is mind-blowing. Not even similar to any Topshops in Turkey. I can’t believe I am describing a store. But, this 5-storey, GIANT haven deserves it. Even the accessories section on the entrance floor might be bigger than the largest Toshop in Turkey. I lost myself here for half an hour. The entrance floor stocks vintage bags, a Cupcake store, frozen yoghurt stand, make-up and accessories sections. The basement and underground floors incorporate a hairdresser, manicure and pedicure spots, a solarium centre, tattoo and piercing services, a café and the sections displaying other brands’ and Topshop’s products. The first and second floors are dedicated to Topman. I really lost my mind here. It’s so cool to find a café and a WC inside. Because it’s virtually not possible to leave before 2 hours. I bought abundant accessories, Hunter boots for festivals, superb dresses, bags, and make-up materials: Forgive me Father, for I have sinned! (The Father here, is my dad, who will pay the installments of my credit card)
After Topshop, we had a look at Urban Outfitters and American Apparel, which are both in London’s foremost shopping destination. They, of course, looked plain after Topshop. Prices were a lot more expensive than other cities, probably just because they opened in London. Following the frenzy on the Oxford Street, our second goal was Carnaby Street. As I really sated my desire for shopping, and exhausted myself, we preferred Cha Cha Moon, over going in and out the stores. I guess it’s not possible to have a bad restaurant experience in London. Far Eastern cuisine is particularly successful in this city. During a break in between shopping stores in Carnaby, Cha Cha Moon’s noodles with sea products are among your must-do’s. After the joy at the restaurant, we started touring the record sellers in Soho.
Upon Duygu’s recommendation of tasting Red Velvet, I, being still too full, had Red Velvet wrapped up at Humming Bird Bakery. In the evening, I couldn’t believe how delicious it was. My mind blew to the extent that I could eat Red Velvet every day, totally isolating myself from human life, and accepting to embrace a life without a man. I still crave it…
With the weather being so generous, the lawn of the Soho Square was awash with people. We entirely left Soho behind, going cross the Charing Cross Road, with little stores along the street. Magma is one of those stores in which you would toy with stuff that fascinates you, urging you to buy everything, then leave without having anything in your bag. You may not buy anything, but absolutely have a look inside. Dover Bookshop, just next to Magma, sells quite interesting books, especially in specific fields like fashion, pattern or calligraphy. It’s total heaven for enthusiasts. Super Superficial will just pop into your sight, while continuing along the street, where you can find superb t-shirts. Scribbler offers overpriced stationery. A real vintage Mecca is Bricklane, but have a look at Pop Boutique as well. If the weather permits, have a coffee to soothe your exhaustion at Hotel Chocolat (although it’s not a hotel) on the iron-wrought chairs, before going in and out the stores lined along the both sides of the Neal Street. You can enrich your coffee experience with the chocolate assortment displayed inside.
Having walked all the Neal Street, we reached the Covent Garden Market, which is home to the stores of American Apparel, Urban Outfitters, Tom’s, Dr.Marten’s and of famous London designer Cath Kidston. After literally devoting the entire day to shopping, we needed to pamper ourselves at a well-known place, while relieving the burden of our bags, our exhaustion, and stretching our feet and arms. So, the last goal of the day was the quarter’s pub Morpeth Arms, which did embrace us in its arms full with Pimm’s! Long live Pimm’s!
DAY 5: LIKE A REAL LONDONER
Hoxton, Shoreditch, Bricklane, Leicester Square
I comfortably adapted to the city. I woke up early and went to jogging alone, like a real Londoner. You would be surprised to see how many people were jogging. Thanks to the blessing location of Duygu’s place, jogging turned into a sightseeing run, which covered London Eye, Jubilee Gardens, Southbank Complex, Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Palace, Parliament Square, Westminster Church, Big Ben and Tate Britain. I took dozens of Wenlock and Mandeville pictures, the Olympics Mascots wrapped by the patterns of the monument in front. However, they launched into eternity together with my telephone stolen at Reading Festival. I only have the version I posted on twitter.
When I got back from jogging, Duygu joined me to have breakfast at the Breakfast Club in Hoxton. Taking the metro for a simple breakfast felt like a lavish ceremony until I got to the place and amazed by the setting. After tasting the meals, I wondered whether I should sometimes take the plane to have breakfast here. The décor, ambiance, witty menu, large portions and lovely waiters made the Breakfast Club one of my favorites in London. And membership is not required!
Dressed in wallpapers displaying retro cartoons, toilets, ornamented with disco balls on the ceiling, blast away the music melodically played inside. The “world’s smallest disco”, the title on the doors, is a true reflection of reality. Along with the 24/7 breakfast served, taking into consideration that “it is breakfast time at some point in the world”, BC also offers normal meal and cocktail menus. With branches in Hoxton, Angel, Soho and Spatialfields, BC should be the inevitable choice for bites topped with avocados or bacons.
Thank God, the breakfast brightened our day. We were ready to scrutinize the graffiti-washed walls and second hand shops of Bricklane. We wanted to walk a bit, while it felt like an outdoor museum stage to the street art. Fascinating cafes and stores fill Shoreditch High Street. Placed on the square where the Overground station is, pop-up mall Boxpark is the concrete form of an architectural utopia for me. Pop-up is prefabricated. When it is out of popularity, it will be easily removed to be erected somewhere else. I loved its fast, hip and cool nature. Brands offered are great as well. Nike store, which only focuses on running, stole my heart.
Walking a couple of minutes from Shoreditch Overground and Boxpark, we arrived in Bricklane. There is no point in mentioning each vintage store here. A true Bricklane experience is all about hanging around, looking at the graffiti and going in&out the stores. Although it’s great to see all those vintage stores, I have never bought something. Some stores, especially, smell so “old” that I start itching without touching anything. Instead, I got a few dresses at the stores that offered young London designers’ products for less. Situated in a quarter near pubs, Beigel Bake is a popular bagel place with its 24-hour service for hungry night revelers, Duygu told.
After hectic strolls, we went to Café 1001 for a lunch, walking through the paths themed with street art. Bricklane’s spirit breathed there, as well. Sitting on the wooden stools in front of the store, we had a lovely hamper of grilled vegetables, corns, halloumi cheese, mushrooms, eggplants, and potatoes, accompanied by a glass of wine. In addition to its comfy exteriors, interiors is quite interesting. This is a gem in London. We went back to our place, upon a coffee at Café Bricklane.
In the evening, we went to the cinema, just like a Londoner, to add the final polish to the day. Watching Bourne Legacy in the Odeon cinema on the Leicester Square cost us, a group of three, 45 Pounds and one mobile phone. The cinema was way too expensive and Gizem lost her iPhone (or it was stolen), in a way we didn’t understand. Without any clue that I was about to experience the same thing in a week, I gave my old iPhone to Gizem. Out of spirits, we turned back home.
DAY 6: EXPERIENCING ART AND ARCHITECTURE
Southbank, Tate Modern, Borough Market, Tower Bridge
Wednesday was all about art and architecture. We left home, crossed the Lambeth Bridge and walked until Queenswalk along the Westminster Bridge. Following a healthy breakfast at EAT, equivalent to Pret-A-Manger, in Southbank, we continued our walk along Thames, while having a look at outdoor exhibitions. Before the National Theatre, we watched the skateboarders at the graffiti-washed skate park. Propstore, just a minute ahead, is an interesting venue that plays home live music events at nights. Looking like a re-construction from a building’s remains, it provides an inside-out look. Sir Norman Foster signature Millenium Bridge is just opposite. Behind Propstore, the Swiss Re building, informally known as the “Gherkin”, also pops in the scenery.
We went to Tate Modern after the Bankside Gallery. This colossal architecture made me feel like a dwarf (while Duygu was mocking me). The galley constantly exhibits pieces by Munch and Damien Hirst. I lost myself in the store downstairs, which showcased amazing books. I wish I could have afforded them. Then we hopped to the Globe Theatre of Shakespeare, before heading to the Borough Market. But first, we reveled in the sun and the view, accompanied by Pimm’s, in the outdoors of Old Thameside Inn.
Borough Market is a veritable food porn! A wide assortment of foods confused us about what to pick. So, we strolled through the mouth-watering market in this mood. From desserts and French cuisine to German sausages and Belgian beer, the market offers plentiful options. As there are lots of offices in the neighborhood, it’s possible to come across young businesspeople in suits, who wait in lunch lines, eat sandwiches on the bench or hang out in front of the pubs. My eyes glowed to see Vineapolis upon exiting the food market. However, it was closed. Suppressing the oenophile in ourselves, we headed to fish!, for a bite of the popular fish & chips. We ordered both codfish and mackerel to have an idea. They were served with chips and peas.
We passed the London Bridge and continued our tour. The tallest incomplete structure in Europe, and the second tallest freestanding structure in the UK, Shard Tower, with its 309,6m height, is a masterpiece by Renzo Piano, one of my favorite architects. Passing by the City Hall Complex by Sir Norman Foster, who sprinkled the landmarks of the city everywhere, we ended the day’s artistic and architectural roam, by catching a bus on the famous Tower Bridge.
Bloc Party had announced a free of charge gig in Birthdays, a North London venue with a capacity of 250 people, upon hitting the mid-week chart with its new album Four. Before the doors opened at 19:30, we thought that entrance would have been only possible if we had arrived the venue at 17:00. According twitter, we found out that people queued up as of 6 o’clock in the morning. When our plan for Bloc Party at Birthdays hit the buffers, we ended the evening with a couple of drinks at Trafik, following the hamburger & cocktail duo at Cargo.
DAY 7: PUNK IS NOT DEAD
Camden Town, Brunswick, Russel Square
Our Thursday schedule showed Camden Town, where punk was born. Camden is a bit to the north of central London. Among the markets, food bazaars and street musicians was showed up the Mohawk haired man. There are posh quarters in England, but Camden is quite laid-back. Sitting at Starbucks, we watched the Regent’s Passage where the Canal’s different elevations meet. There is a lift-like system powered by water so that the vessels can overcome the difference in elevation. Water levels are equalized by the lock’s lowering and rising, making it possible for the vessels float on the canal.
There is a wide food assortment you can grab while passing through Camden Lock Village Market. If you happen to find an empty place, eat your mostly Asian appetizers on the bike saddles facing the Regent Canal. After shopping and looking around in the chaotic Camden setting, we decided to visit here again for a live performance in a bar. Then we took the metro for Brunswick Centre. Once aimed to house the workforce at reasonable prices, the rapidly built mono-style apartments were converted into houses where now prosperous families live. Thus, nice stores hastily opened, too. Hare & Tortoise is a very good Asian restaurant. Sushi and noodles are yummy. Asian restaurants are generally quite good in London. Here, prices are moderate, as well. Don’t forget to check it out.
Reading was kicking off the next day. We needed to pack up a bit and go through our festival check-list. We bought fly-repellents, plasters, plenty of wet towels, as well as Topshop panchos in the shape of British flags. It was naïve of us, but we knew it, anyway. There was not any action the night before the festival. Eating addictive Snog yoghurts, we went back home for the last-minute arrangements and a rest. We were so enthusiastic that we took a picture with our panchos and boots on. Having prepared our luggage and tickets, we hardly slept that night.
DAYS 8-9-10: READING PASSENGERS ON BOARD
24-26 August 2012, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Reading has been one of the most exciting, most enthralling weekends in my life. Please click here to read the post that’s entirely about Reading.
DAY 11: VETERANS OF READING
Soho, Leicester Square
During the last concert of the festival, my phone was stolen (or got lost). As a person, who is glued to her mobile phone, I handled with the situation more calmly than I would expect. We started the post-festival morning at Starbucks within Reading territories, hoping to hear from the Lost & Found. We weren’t necessarily rushing for London. At the train station, we encountered unbelievable crowds. Hundreds of youngsters, with a rucksack and rubber boots, were waiting for the trains with different destinations. It was not hard for us: we got home in 20 minutes. After resting and refreshing ourselves, we headed to Busaba Eithai in Soho. We toured the stores on a peaceful day after eating. Joy offers souvenirs, comics, nice bags, colorful, pattern dresses and elegant shirts. Beyond Retro really reflects its name.
We again craved for some frozen yoghurt, of course from Snog (we made Snog rich). We headed to Leicester Square, and M&M World brightened our day. If you’re a kid or a tourist, and if you also love M&M, you would lose your mind upon seeing colorful M&M’s, references to Abbey Road, and red busses. You may not even feel like leaving this 4-storey shop, just like me. Everything is on offer: from clothing to kitchenware. And everything is about M&M. The frenzy of consumption urges one to buy everything. But, if you’re on diet, don’t torture yourself by going in. After M&M, we got back home, and watched a movie that would complement London’s feel while resting: King’s Speech. The movie made me more interested about the Queen and monarchy, after which Duygu and Gizem shared with me what they experienced in this city. If you have the chance to stay in a city as a tourist for a while, you’ll notice you’ll be injected with the its spirit even more, especially when you stop going out every minute to soak up in any kind of attraction. This was one of those moments. I really got used to London.
DAY 12: I WILL MISS YOU LONDON
Soho, Kensington, Chelsea, Kings Road
This was my last day in London. And my last chance to do my favorite things here. We went to the Soho branch of the Breakfast Club, a favorite destination of mine in London. With tables and chairs outside, it was smaller than the Hoxton branch. Decoration was unique and superb. I preferred to eat outside and ordered the same eggs with avocado and bacon. I miss the taste even right now. Soho became our most beaten destination in London. Even barbers look like a cafe here; and streets pledge a unique fun.
Unlike Bricklane’s mold-smelling second hand stores, Absolut was an antidote to my second hand desire. Vintage also rocked in Soho. Absolut was the best second hand shop I visited in London, with moderate prices. Vintage bags, hats, and clothes were great. And, the store didn’t stink, either. Thank God. We always hung out in easy-going places; I asked Duygu to guide me for some posh London experience. Chelsea, Kensignton awaited us, anyway. But first, we had a coffee on the iron-wrought chairs outside Parisian Café Gourmand, where the hot waiter served us, while melting us away with his French accent.
Then we walked along the Kings Road in Kensington. Saatchi Gallery on Duke of York Square was our first stop. I think, it is a not-to-miss gallery in London. We were lucky to experience a free of charge Korean Eye II exhibition. Easy to walk around, this collective exhibition intrigued me. Throughout the three floors, I viewed the pieces by Korean artists, not boring myself at all. Then I found myself at Saatchi branch among the stores of galleries and museums, which is kind of an Achilles’ heel for me, dying to buy any kind of books.
Along the Kings Road, Duygu recommended me a store: That’s how I got to know Anthropologie. Colorful dishware, elegant clothes, sheets, notebooks, books and aprons… I think I would accept any kind of marriage proposal in this store. I felt like buying everything but prices were high. Quite bewildered, we watched every item displayed and left there with the resentment of not buying anything. Consumption frenzy is the one to blame, for making you aspire the things you won’t even need. What was I going to do with oven gloves, anyway? But, they were so lovely!
Following further window shopping, Duygu’s secret London destination Henry J Beans waited for us. I was privileged to be walking around with a friend who knew the area. Neither the exteriors nor the name could have attracted me if it hadn’t been for Duygu. The back door of the pub opens up a cute courtyard. I told you London pubs serve really good meal. This was the case in Henry J Beans. We ordered a giant plate of appetizers; and wanted to have our Pimm’s served, in order to honor my last night, with one oz. gin: to be hit by it, to have lovelier conversations. Gin accomplished the mission: we spilled out on the Kings Road, after paying our bill in laughter.
We passed along Chelsea Quarter Café. High ceilings, minimalist decoration, glass façades, and the delicious invitation of the showcased desserts made me include the café in my next London itinerary. We were neither hungry nor in the mood for a bar. We went back to Odeon Cinema to watch The Dark Knight Rises. After the movie, we wanted to try out the last branch of Snog. With our frozen yoghurts, we got back home.
DAY 13: ISTANBUL CALLING
It was time to go back home. I took a taxi to Victoria Coach Station and got on the Stansted bus. With some Sushi and canned Pimm’s, I got on the plane. I checked in for a seat at the back of the plane so that I could stretch my legs. With Asian food, Pimm’s, the special NME edition on Reading, and the last pieces from London, I was seated on the back. In front of me, there was a foreign man, who repeatedly listened to a song by Turkish arabesque king İbrahim Tatlıses, on his laptop without headsets. The song on a blue-eyed woman made me wonder if he had a crush for a Turkish lady with blue eyes. When the flight attendant joined my curiosity, I thought there was no other reasonable explanation. I focused on my memorabilia, by watching the videos I shot in Reading. With something quite clear in my mind: I will come back to London.
Milano and Monza
Milano and Monza
DAY 1: HELLO LONDON Piccadily Circus, China Town, Soho, Shoreditch High Street August 17, 2012, Friday In order to evade heavy congestion on Istanbul’s bridges, I went to the...