Sshh! Don't tell everyone about Apartment C

In this sprawling metropolis, it's becoming more and more difficult to establish real finds...you know, the type of place you just know all your friends will love but you're a bit selfish to tell everyone about it as it's your special place? This can range from the best (undiscovered) vintage stores, designer exchanges, new louche cocktail bars and, in my case, the lingerie boudoir. I only

The Cork Street Art Crawl - Barry Flanagan and others

The end of last week saw me partake of one of my favourite mid week activities - gallery hopping in the environs of Mayfair. The recollection seems hazy now as, accompanied by a fellow art and wine lover, we bumped into old Soho art cronies through the refined streets of W1 and the not so refined, but way more lively streets of salacious Soho, my natural home.First on our list was a retrospective

The day that never was.

So why am I here, sitting in a (cold) living room in West London, musing on a blog when I should be gallavanting and hobbling in heels at London Fashion Week in Somerset House? Because, my dear friends, the gas repair man failed to show. Yes, that's right! Like the Spring sunshine in London, a hot new, well paid fashion marketing role and higher interest rates, he failed to show and my life,