Bam! Goes The Life Drum...

The Hit List

2011-02-06T16:40:00.001Z

It’s early February and I’m ambling down Portobello Road, clutching a Starbucks cappuccino in one hand and a fist full of shopping bags on the verge of snapping in the other. Did I mention it was a Saturday? Or in other words- the bane of my existence.

Every Saturday, my neighborhood becomes a Mecca for pretentious fashionistas who descend upon the market in search of that elusive “vintage” bargain, followed swiftly by the gaggles of pre-pubescent Italian students intent on photographing everything in sight. Eugh.

Normally I find myself lurking along the side streets in a vain attempt to avoid the crowds at all costs. But in some instances I have to suck it up and face the horror (like when I’m viciously hungover, my kitchen cupboards are bare and all that can save me now is a cup of commercial caffeine goodness).

Naturally, today’s excursion played out as usual. As soon as I’d stepped foot on the Portobello Road, I became trapped behind the dreaded “Browser”. This is a person, sometimes part of a pair, who aren’t from round these parts and hence feel the need to absorb everything in their presence at particularly slow pace. If I desperately try to manoeuvre around them, they will - of course - stop and turn around, thus further preventing me from my destination and irritating me even more.

Then there’s the Ultimate Fan. I have encountered this person many a time on the Portobello Road. This is a person who has seen the movie Notting Hill twenty billion times and have come here in the disillusioned belief that they’ll just happen to bump into Hugh Grant and he’ll fall madly in love with them. Much like the movie really.

The Shop Which No Longer Exists. Sorry.

I can’t count how many times I have been asked where his shop from the film is. Initially I would indulge them. Now however, that concept bores me and instead I find myself making up a multitude of lies. Like once I pointed to a random, decrepit looking house and told a Spanish girl that’s where Hugh Grant "Like, totally, actually lives" before going in depth about his day-to-day excursions, from pointing to the Costcutter where he buys his milk to tapping on the post box where he posts his mail. Never had I seen a face with wider eyes. Oh and then there was the time I revealed to a Japanese couple that the travel bookstore was actually burnt to the ground in 2005 by a band of disgruntled locals who felt it represented the romantic drivel of the film which tainted the legendary status of the local music scene, when really the shop stood just a few metres away.

Now I must admit, normally I wouldn’t consider myself a complainer. But there are some things I just can’t get my head around and Saturday on Portobello is just one of them. Here’s a couple of other random atrocities which irk me to the max:

The Adult Child
Kid scare me. Fact. When I look at a child, my brain goes into overdrive and I imagine what they’ll look like when they’re older. When they’re falling about the place or acting the maggot, I don’t see a playful five year-old, I see a short drunk person. So if a child happens to exhibit old-before-their-time syndrome, my brain literally balances on the verge of imploding. This syndrome which I speak of typically appears in two forms. The first is when a small child reveals itself to be some sort of crazy genius. I remember a couple of years back, my seven year-old cousin asking me a question about evolution that I (a) Didn’t know the answer to and (b) To be quite frank, didn’t exactly understand the question to begin with. So I promptly ran away.

The second form of this syndrome is when a child literally looks like an old person, and it isn’t my mind viewing them in their future state. I remember my first encounter of a gang of youths ridden with this disorder. They possessed what my friend so eloquently christened “poverty face”. These were eight year-old kids that lacked the giggly roundness of their peers and instead were stricken with sour faces, furrowed brows and the all-round hardened exterior no child should embody.

I was but an innocent fresher - my first week in Uni - just hanging outside the Student’s Union with some mates downing vodka, as you do. Next thing we know we were set upon by a group of poverty faced kids who attempted to colour in our clothing with high-lighters, knocked over our precious vodka and at one point I was threatened by the ringleader that she was going to “break my fucking necklace”. Yikes.

Demon Children. Just Imagine Them On Scooters And The Nightmare Is Complete.

The Scooter
Before I moved to London, my attitude towards scooters was that of indifference. Now I see it as the tool of the devil (That's right kids, I mean you). When I used to work in Hammersmith, every morning I would have to walk past this posh prep school on Holland Park Avenue where kids would wear straw hats and have matching satchels.

I’d be strutting down the footpath, minding my own business, when suddenly I’d hear this whirring noise behind me. I’d turn around, and it’d be like a sequence from a nightmare. Ten, maybe fifteen bright-eyed demon children in matching uniforms flying down the footpath on their multi-coloured scooters, their yummy mummies “ya, ya, ya-ing” behind them. Seriously, never have I seen a bigger craze around (with the exception of Justin Bieber) and it consistently haunts me in my dreams (as does Justin Bieber).

The Santa Hat
On a completely different note, my number one crime against fashion and something that grates on me for the entire month of December- The Santa Hat.

Ok, so I understand if some people wear this stupid floppy cone hat in certain circumstances. For example, carol singing. Fair enough. It’s the people who insist on wearing this hat while going about their daily errands that irritates me to the core. Why, oh why do you insist on wearing it to do you're weekly shop at Tesco? You’re not being “festive” you just look STUPID. Further more, people who wear novelty ANYTHING deserve one serious slap. That’s right, throw out those snowman earrings before I rip them out.

The Public Asshole
Assholes are a day-to-day occurrence. I get that. I accept that. But there's a certain type of asshole that just drives me mad. This asshole likes to eat out. A lot. He eats out so much in fact, that he forgets how to behave in public and starts acting like he’s at home and does whatever he darn well pleases. He takes off his shoes. He clicks his fingers at the waitress. He orders on behalf of his lady friend and insists on feeding her too as if she doesn’t have the mental capacity to perform those tasks on her own. He then mauls the face off her in full view of the entire restaurant, before swiftly deafening his fellow diners with his obnoxious laugh. He leaves a 53p tip.

This is a man who silently requests for saliva soup.

Enough Said.

My Clumsiness.
Rounding up my list of complaints comes one of my major traits and the knock off effects it procures: My clumsiness. Because of my inability to judge accurately where I place my feet or swing my arms, I have destroyed numerous items of clothing. From the trousers which I ripped thanks to a spectacular fall on a road where I believe my dignity still remains; to the many white t-shirts I have destroyed with red wines stains, ink blotches and coffee drips, my wardrobe isn’t exactly what you’d describe as impeccable.

I wish I could be graceful, but it’s far too late for me now. If I wasn’t get all that practice in as a child falling about the place (yes I was one of those “short, drunk people” back then) maybe things could have been different.

I blame the santa hat wearing public assholes. Hanging about Portobello. On a Saturday.

Badass MuppetF*%kers

2011-01-24T14:01:00.000Z

Ever since I was a little kid, I have had a strange fascination with The Muppets. I guess it all began when my mother used to plonk me in front of the TV whenever Sesame Street was on as one of the many facets in order to distract me as a precocious five year old.

Back then, it didn’t take much to entertain me. Singing multi-coloured monsters pretty much did the job. Come to think of it, singing multi-coloured monsters STILL do the job, except now I see beyond that innocent façade. Bert and Ernie are not JUST friends. My God, considering the sorts of shenanigans they get up to, sharing baths and the like, they couldn’t be more of a gay couple if they tried:

With Bert and Ernie, their exploits are pretty much brought on by themselves. YouTube however, is responsible for the following bad ass situations these Muppets have found themselves in. They asked for it

Burnt Out Kitchens, Teddy Girls and DJing Debuts....

2011-01-05T12:12:00.001Z

Mind Vomit

2010-12-05T21:01:00.000Z

I have been incredibly distracted this weekend by a number of things.
Here's hoping next week shall be more productive. Uh-oh.

Guilty Pleasures

2010-12-05T20:24:00.001Z

Lots Of Trash Television + Copious Amounts of Cookie Dough Ice-cream

+ A Compliment Off A Hot Celebrity Actor (Ah Sure Why Not?)

= One Successful Sunday....

I Miss The Summer Part 1: Notting Hill Carnival

2010-12-01T23:32:00.002Z

It's far too cold for my liking. Goddamn you snow! I miss the summer days when I could frolic about in cut-off denim shorts and ripped tees. Now my winter wardrobe consists of me sporting all my summer threads at once topped by a ridiculous fur hat with ears. Roll on next summer I say for the sake of my style...

Hello Mr. Knight

2010-11-27T01:13:00.000Z

Starbucks should be my sponsor. With late nights and cold snaps occurring A LOT in my life recently, it seems a day doesn't go by without me touting a steaming green and white cup of commercial caffeine goodness. Today was no exception. After last night's escapades (see below) I made a bee-line for Starbucks and chugged back a grande mocha before meeting up with Kenny to go see Nick Knight's conversation with The Business of Fashion editor Imran Amed at The Hospital Club near Covent Garden. Thank God I did, because even with that caffeine shot, I have to admit, there were flickering moments when I thought I'd slip into a coma. Not that the interview was in any way boring. It was anything but. I was just ridiculously shattered. Luckily I didn't mortify myself in front of a room full of fashion peeps and stayed awake for the entire fascinating interview.

When I first discovered Knight would be involved in the Fashion Pioneers series following previous interviews with Jefferson Hack and Natalie Massenet, I did contemplate forking out for a ticket as I do consider Knight to be one of my photography heroes. But at 45 bucks a pop and my current case of poverty, I then had second thoughts. After all, there was going to be live streaming both on The Business of Fashion website and The SHOWstudio website, so I could just watch it there. Luckily, working at a fashion magazine has its perks and Kenny got us invited to this intimate chat.

So we rocked up and secured seats near the front, where I got a perfect view of Knight as he sauntered on stage. I'd heard a lot of stories about Knight, so I was keen to discover if any of them would be true. Sure there were moments when an arrogant streak unveiled itself during the interview, where once Knight demanded water glass mid-conversation and at another point remarked that the stage was badly lit. But despite these diva moments, Knight proved to be an excellent interviewee, one who spoke eloquently and articulated lengthy answers that were not only intelligent but thoroughly interesting.

From recalling his initial pathway into photography that began when he opted out of medical school, to divulging the background to his iconic Susie Smoking image, to discussing how SHOWstudio reached new heights with the McQueen/GaGa stunt, the interview was an engaging insight into the world of Nick Knight.

What I found most intriguing was Knight's thoughts on photography as a medium and how he considers it to be "dead", instead is focusing his attention on new, ever-evolving mediums of presenting fashion. As for the future of fashion- 3D scanning anyone? Absurd as it may sound- but in the future there may well be devices that allow us to download a jumper and then "print" it out. Knight claims technology is going there, if not already in place. We just have to embrace it. Needless to say, SHOWstudio will definitely be on the case. Tomorrow marks the 10th anniversary of the website and is testament to the reasoning behind Knight embarking on photography as a profession- "Ever since I started photography- I wanted to change it". Yes Mr. Knight, you certainly did.

I Need My Spiritual Dinner!

2010-11-26T22:59:00.001Z

EPIC night last night at the ALICE for Temperley party at Paradise in West London. Lots of crazy dancing, even crazier karaoke (an inflatable saxaphone-What?) before magically teleporting to Tesco Disco to round off the night. Yes, you read correctly- TESCO DISCO. This underground haunt under the nation's favourite supermarket chain on Portobello Road is quite possibly one of the most random clubs I have ever been to. Find this in a Richard Curtis film you would not...

Photos by the lovely Natalie, who I bumped into at the party and I did my good deed of the day by lending her my trusty D90 so she could take photos for Vice after the battery in her camera died. Fun times.

Ziad Ghanem: Drama Magazine Issue 4

2010-11-23T00:07:00.002Z

When it comes to runway presentations, no one does them quite like Ziad Ghanem. At his A/W 10 show, when the glorious creatures donning his eccentric threads paraded down the catwalk, no one expected famed burlesque dancer Immodesty Blaize to make an appearance in the finale. And they certainly didn’t expect her to peel off her ensemble not once, but twice- thus revealing the pièce de résistance of Ghanem’s exquisite creations in a sensual stunt that prompted the crowd to go wild in appreciation.

Ghanem’s latest runway foray was no different. A lavish production that was initialised by a short film courtesy of the couturier and director Marnie Hollande saw spectacular visuals that complemented the theatrics of his S/S 11 collection. Entitled Mother Russia, the film is rich in carefully considered composition that in turn boldly exhibits the flamboyant silhouettes of his designs. Surreal yet utterly poignant, the film depicts Ghanem’s legion of unconventional models as they elegantly unveil his clothing through a series of defiant poses and confidant strides as the camera fluidly glides past. The film is pure Andrey Tarkovsky, a Soviet and Russian filmmaker who was synonymous for producing films that were characterised by their spirituality and metaphysical themes. Consequently the overall effect of the film is almost dreamlike in its demeanour, a blatant homage to the Soviet era and its creative exports.

The poetic nature of the film is reflected in the designs that draw inspiration from the notion that an exposure to an array of different cultures plays a crucial role in shaping the character and style of individuals and the environment they grew up in. Noting how contemporary cities have now become cultural melting pots, the distinctiveness of each place as become muddied to a point whereby a collision of cultures have married together to create something that is completely new and original.

Indeed, Ghanem’s collection very much embodies this spirit: Structured shapes are juxtaposed by flowing garments emblazoned with a cacophony of prints and patterns. Bright explosions of colours bleed into garments loaded with dramatic accents. And finally, a flurry of embellishment adds to the overall aura of intrinsic Avant-Garde.

While it may be another season before we get the opportunity to sample the fascinating delights of Ghanem’s next collection, it shall no doubt serve as a natural progression from previous collections that are deeply rooted in Ghanem’s passion for the ever-evolving nature of multiculturalism. Of course, how he chooses to reveal his next collection? Well, expect the unexpected.

For more of my contribution to DRAMA including the main fashion story that I assisted on (with lots of lovely boys) click here.

My Interview With Bonnie Wright

2010-11-22T23:55:00.003Z

It’s the end of an era for Bonnie Wright. With the filming of the last installment of the Harry Potter Saga done and dusted, all that Bonnie has left to do is simply revel in the impending worldwide success the final chapter of the magical tale shall bring.

Arriving at her DRAMA photoshoot in the wake of her final days of shooting- “So surreal, I thought the last day would never come”- Bonnie is noticeably at ease despite having a busy day in store. Shortly after the photoshoot, she was hotfooting it straight to the airport as she was spending the weekend at a music festival in Ireland with her long-time boyfriend, actor Jamie Campbell Bower. But Bonnie is in no rush. As she munches on toast while her hair is suitably coiffed, she enthralls the DRAMA team with a plethora of Potter anecdotes ranging from the fundamentals of pyrotechnics to the inside scoop of the recent wrap party.

Donning a variety of playful ensembles, she strides on set and automatically proves to be the perfect model candidate. With her porcelain skin and delicate features, Bonnie is almost doll-like in appearance. Yet despite her fresh and youthful complexion, she exudes a certain poise and grace well beyond her nineteen years. It’s this sort of level-headiness that perhaps gives rise to a persona of understated cool, one that is unmistakably unfazed by the hysteria sparked by the multi-million pound franchise. “I’m lucky that have the most wonderful and supportive family and friends”, says Bonnie, “They keep my feet firmly on the ground!”

It’s hard to believe that it has been ten years since she first graced our screens as the character of Ginny, the shy, flame-haired younger sister of Harry’s bumbling best friend Ron. “It was a completely new world to me” she recalls, “ and I fell completely in love with it”.

Since those first fleeting scenes in The Philosopher’s Stone, the succeeding films have seen Ginny gradually become a crucial character within the series, one that culminates with a blossoming love affair between Ginny and Mr. Potter himself. Naturally, as the character of Ginny grew and developed, in reality, so too did Bonnie as the films played a crucial role in shaping the person she is today: “It is part of me. Everything in life is a contributing factor to who you are. I have had such a colourful and enjoyable life so far and one can only hope it continues”.

Brimming with ambition, Bonnie fondly reflects on her experiences while making Harry Potter and although she acknowledges the importance it has had in cementing her flourishing career, she looks forward to what the future has in store. Of course, after playing the same character for a decade, Bonnie admits she is eager to sink her teeth into a part decidedly more grown up than the intrepid, magical school- girl of late.

Her next role is just that. In Geography of the Hapless Heart, Bonnie plays Mia, one half of a young couple whose tumultuous relationship is reflected upon by her love-lorn boyfriend. The tale is entitled Sweat and forms one fifth of the film which focuses on various love stories set in five different cities around the globe. “It was a very fast and intense project”, reveals Bonnie, “We shot it on the South Bank in London and I have to say, I had so much fun making it!”

So with countless acting possibilities no doubt in the pipeline, what does the new year hold for this young star? “I am really excited for 2011- I don't know why! I’m looking forward to spending time with friends and of course Jamie, as he has a break from work. Ultimately I am driven by my hunger to continue acting, to learn and to see the world!” Ah- a busy schedule ahead no less.

To see more of the fantabulous shoot (Photography by Ram Shergill and styling by Kabir) Click here.

I Want It Now

2010-11-22T23:45:00.002Z

I know the leather jacket is from the Burberry Prorsum S/S 11 Men's collection, but having strutted around behind the scenes with this little beaut on during a photo-shoot the other week, I think it's safe to say I have never wanted an item of clothing this bad in my life. Shame about the price tag... God damn you poverty!

Dr. Marten's & Vice Party @ The Village Underground

2010-11-22T23:29:00.004Z

Stuck On Repeat

2010-11-22T23:13:00.002Z

Interview: Agi&Sam

2010-11-22T22:49:00.000Z

Agi&Sam are a London based design duo offering a fresh approach to contemporary menswear. Injecting a signature whimsical twist to their print-heavy designs, their garments are tailored to a high-class designer level (thanks to stints at the studios of some the fashion world's most esteemed designers) while at the same time ooze a certain "Don't take me to seriously" sensibility. The perfect sartorial balance no less...

What’s your background? How did the label begin?

Agi&Sam is the collaboration of fashion designer Agape Mdumulla and print designer Sam Cotton. After graduating in 2008 we both moved to London in a bid to pursue interests in our respective professions, working for designers such as Karl Lagerfeld, Alexander McQueen, Carolyn Massey and JW Anderson.

After interning for a couple of years and becoming exasperated mainly for working at the behest of other people’s vision’s and also at the frustration of not getting paid, we decided it time to put our heads together and do whatever the hell we wanted. Agi&Sam was thus founded at the beginning of 2010.

As designers, what led you to menswear?

A: I guess being male is my fundamental reason for having a fascination with menswear.
On the surface its abit of a reaction to my own personal annoyance of not being able to find or buy clothes that are original and interesting and at the same time similarly not too far pushed to the point of un-wearable. It annoys me also that generally, such clothing is not available unless you look to the pioneers of high fashion and spend a fortune, or trawl the endless archives of second hand and vintage clothing, which itself can be an absolute ball-ache.
Finally, having a strong interest in design and anything creative is a factor. For me, putting these energies into something so practical and really is quite exciting.

S: Print really hasn’t be explored that much within Menswear. Most of the time people either think too literally about print or get far too emotional and pompous. I suppose I wanted to try and take a different approach to it while still making it wearable. I like that there is almost a formula to menswear, while Womenswear has endless possibilities. Although there is a lot more to explore within Menswear the boundaries are still quite tight. I feel you have to be careful you aren’t going too far into the unwearable, something which designers often try. It’s all very well to design something crazy and get it into an editorial, but when that garment costs £1000 to make and you can’t sell it, you will end up sinking faster than you can swim.

How would you define your style of clothing?

S: I’d plainly say print, on print, on print.

A: A little bit indie with a mix of traditional English. Im a big fan of colour and print, and I usually get this from my love of old vintage horrible knitted jumpers. My old tutor at university once defined my style as refugee chic.

Where do you get your inspiration?

A: Anything and anywhere. Im quite an eclectic person so it can literally be anything from an inspiring story in history to a conversation I had with my dad. I try to keep my head filled with influences by way of going to exhibitions, watching films, reading and listening to music, but my best ideas generally come from quite mundane and obscure places, and then develop over time.

S: We learnt a lot about research from Alexander McQueen. He would literally cover every avenue of Art and Culture to obtain reference for his collections. We like to do the same. It makes the collection more universal and can be understood by viewers who may not even have an interest in fashion.

Any favourite pieces from the new collection?

S: I like the Hand Painted Totem Pole Face Jacket, painted and then printed to look like wool. This collection was about printing texture, making digital print stand out a bit as some times it can look a bit flat. Using paint and wool textures tricked the eye into thinking it had texture. People have been emailing us asking about our ‘knitted fairisle leggings’ when I explain they aren’t actually knit but printed to look like knit, they seem to like the leggings even more.

A: I think the fairisle digital print sweatshirts are probably my favourite as they’re essentially quite simple, but at the same time, in my eyes, embody everything we wanted to get across within this collection, not only as a concept but also within our brand ethos.

You're currently working with musician and producer Labrinth. Can you tell me about this collaboration?

A: We’ve been working with Labrinth for a while now and it’s quite a nice process because artistically we have the same interests and viewpoints in terms with what we want to achieve and how we want this to happen.
At the moment we are working together on his next music video, due to come out at the end of the year, and another project, which we are very excited about but cannot really say much about until everything has been properly finalised.

S: He is a really talented guy; songwriting, singing, composing, production. People are starting to pick up on this and recognising he is well on his way to being the next big thing. He has been approached by every brand out there and the support and faith he has put into us is quite humbling.

Where do you hope to see the label in the future?

A: I hope it will always continue to grow and develop, and in the future is considered a respectable label that endeavour’s to push menswear creatively but still always stood on the side of wearable.
We’ve done a lot of research into the historical and social reasoning’s of menswear as a whole and why it is the way it is, so I hope we can continue to use this valuable information as a guide and push men to be that little bit more daring without feeling ridiculous, vulnerable, or more importantly, un-masculine.

For more see Agi&Sam

Article written for 7th Man

Some Kind Of Magic

2010-11-22T22:41:00.001Z

"A bee kept trying to get into my mouth in the first song.... so that was a little disconcerting", proclaims Luke Temple of Brooklyn quintet, Here We Go Magic as he takes a large gulp of water. It's the height of the summer and as the sun drenches the Suffolk countryside to the hum of guitar strings, all of Latitude is reveling in the quintessential festival atmosphere.

In the dressing rooms behind the main stage, the band are relaxing after playing a crowd-pleasing set to the music hungry fans. But momentary sit-downs are rare and few for this hard-working band, who the very next day were jetting-off to Chicago to play at Pitchfork festival after a whirlwind tour of Europe. "Yep, it's just TOUR TOUR TOUR TOUR, at the moment", the band reveal with a laugh.

With world-wide domination under their belts thanks to an old-school drive of pulling in the fans through a multitude of incredible live gigs; it's not bad considering this indie collective began little over a year ago. Originally, Here We Go Magic was the 4-track project of vocalist and guitarist Luke Temple, before his gang of talented friends entered the equation.

"I had been playing with Pete (Hale, drums), just kind of jamming. Then all of a sudden some shows came around, so I had to put a band together", reminiscences Luke. " So we decided to turn what we were doing into Here We Go Magic". Shortly after that, the musical duo were joined by Michael Bloch on guitar and Kristina Lieberson on the keyboard. Finding a suitable bass player however, took a bit of time; "We had a different bass player on board originally, but that didn't work out. Jen meanwhile had seen a few of our shows and was probably our only fan in the world. Then one night, we ran into her at a party and she was like 'If you you ever wanna jam-and I'm not asking to be in the band-but just if you ever want to get together and play, I play bass'. So we got her to come round the next day and that was it! The band formed and we've been on tour ever since".

Despite their hectic schedule on the road, the band have some how managed to produce a follow-up to the self-titled Here We Go Magic, Luke's debut which has been touted as a "Stream-of-conscious lyrics and swirls of psychedelic, lo-fi noise" . The latest offering meanwhile, the obscurely named Pigeons, is a beautiful collection of hypnotic tracks fused with dense yet sweet harmonies all rolled together with an ethereal blend of heightened repetition.

"We were really into Krautrock when we were making this album", Luke explains, " We listen a lot to these German bands from the 60's. That's a sort of running theme for us." Indeed, this heavy influence from the experimental music scene from the last century is evident in their latest repertoire. With Krautrock submerging the music industry at a time where iconic bands strived living on the road and lived for playing to live audiences, it appears the movement not only inspires Here We Go Magic musically, but their rock'n'roll work ethic too.

So with two epic albums to their name and having threaded the main stage of some of the world's biggest music festivals, what's next for this band of talented friends? "More tours!", they exclaim. Begs the question really doesn't it, do Here We Go Magic ever sleep?

Article for 7th Man written in the wake of our Latitude adventure. We went there with one day press passes, a camera and the clothes on our backs. We ended up staying the entire weekend until security finally twigged something was going down...

Dance Dance Dance (In A Cowshed)

2010-08-20T10:52:00.001+01:00

Standon Calling 2010

Will The Lifeboats Be Seated According To Class?

2010-08-04T13:58:00.002+01:00

Latitude 2010

Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it...

2010-08-04T12:43:00.004+01:00

I ♥ London.