The transit stop. Here again, I opened the shutter and placed my camera on the nearest bin. You can faintly see the shadow of a young man reading the transit map as he makes his way…. to wherever. In this shot I believe the stark contrast of black and white showcases the beauty of the transit stop without the noise of all the shops that now surround it. I love the coming and going; the bustle of transit in European cities. At this particular corner in London, people go to and fro from trains and madcap double-decker buses that look as though they could topple any minute. So much is going on that the simple shadow of someone stopping is, in itself, ironic.
A couple of days ago, I posted an intentional and purposeful photograph of the Merry Go Round. A photo where the metering was properly done, and the camera was stable. This photo is at the other end of the continuum. A complete and happy accident – one where the shutter was open and the camera wasn’t stable. I love this photo for its artistry and for its message. Generally, I feel December is a constant state of spin. One big blur of a month where the convergence of work, the flurry of holiday parties and gift shopping put you in a dizzying whirl. I don’t see this photo as much as I feel it.
The beauty of a great tavern is the heartiness of the food and the warmth of the host and hostess. To have a quiet table where you can share the antics of a day or your deepest thoughts. After a week of work and daily decisions, it is so nice just to sit idly and converse. Such was the case on a Saturday evening after meetings and shopping all day that I found myself sitting at a table for two with a dear friend at Newman Street Tavern. It was recommended to us MQ – who happens to be one of the über coolest people I have ever met. Slabs of country pâté, glasses of red wine, hearty dinner fare and a dessert menu that included loads of dark chocolate candy bars from which to choose. Perfection. And to top it all off, back to the hotel by 8 pm with time for a walk and a good night’s sleep.
He is a dear… my friend Paul. He savors. Loves all things food from the sublime to the ridiculous. And – bless him. He cooks like a dream. Whilst walking through Kensington, looking forward to the night to come, I came across this restaurant. It would be perfection if it were his… welcoming guests with his special brand of hospitality, his delightful personality with smells of deliciousness wafting from the kitchen and music of every genre streaming in the background. A community built on the commonality of adoring Paul – just like going to his house.
Grand rooms are a specialty of the English and Berner’s Tavern didn’t disappoint. The food was delicious and for a brief time one could revel in being small and insignificant and the big challenges of the day didn’t seem so big after all. I was inspired by the irony of the space… Grand in scale with inexpensive prints framed under glass with the express intent of creating reflection. The food was savory and delicious.
I loved it and look forward to my next visit when I intend to eat at night and enjoy the well considered ambience.
I love the energy of Covent Garden and especially Seven Dials. The convergence of all the streets, the people, the traffic… it is truly a unique place. People sit at the obelisk reading, checking messages, while cars zoom round and round. The lights for Christmas were up and cast a festiveness about the intersection unmatched at any other time of year. It was great fun to watch…..