As exhilarated as I was from my wonderful journey to Copenhagen, the excitement of the days to follow kept me on my toes.
Last Tuesday, a visit to Maygol for another invigorating session of her five-element acupuncture to keep me prepared for further connection into the universe in days to come.
The afternoon was spent in the company of Kristine, visiting works of art by various artists in the Mayfair area, on Cork Street. We viewed Martin Yeoman's paintings at Petleys, continuing on to other chic gallery openings of Russian artists to Scandinavians in this trendy location. We ended the evening with dinner at the bar of Le Caprice; a restaurant I frequently visited with my Ex many a decade ago. We attempted a visit, unsuccessfully, to the Bungalow 8 club and ended up at the bar of St Martin's Lane Hotel, accompanied by the enjoyable new company of Georgina, Katia and Fabio.
On Wednesday afternoon, Arabela invited me to the first comprehensive exhibition of modern and contemporary Greek art to be staged in the UK, yet another art fair, in Albemarle Street.
Arabela introduced me to the charming European gallery owner who commented on his admiration of a woman's husky voice with a certain accent and boy do I take compliments with a flirtatious smile!
Our tour of works displayed by several prominent artists continued. We came to a standstill at the Callas performance installations of flashing lights through a stretch of plastic bottle holders, and blue and yellow boxes, displayed to create a dance floor with embroidered wall hangings allocated across the high walls surrounding this particular division. The words 'Kiss, Kill, Piss' and 'In Lust We Trust' stand out, woven into the pieces. We were taken aback at the gallery owner's remark, en passant, through the crowded room.
"Are you ready to dance, Haldita?" He asked as though he knew me.
Quite honestly, I was too stunned to answer while Arabela rushed to add:
"Oh! She doesn't need encouragement. You don't know who you are saying this to!" And whisked me out of the gallery by the arm, in laughter.
"Com' on Haldita," Arabela announced. "We're leaving."
I had to drive to the airport by 21:30 that evening, awaiting the arrival of my travel buddy; Andrea. Our paths had first crossed at a welcome party Wayne, our host, had organised for the arrival of Hala and me to the superb city of New York. Andrea and I had travelled to Arizona and the Toronto Film Festival on previous trips, years before. She is now joining me in London, once again for some jet-setting around.
On her first day, we visited the Jean Paul Gaultier boutique en route to a bite at Itsu.
Afternoon cocktail at Ernest's was followed by dinner at the Mayfair Hakkasan and ended at Annabel's club, where I bumped into Sabet and his sister, sitting at a table with another couple, whom I had previously encountered briefly. He stood up with his enchanting smile, offering us seats to accompany them. It turned out another special evening of music, laughter and dancing before we headed our separate ways.
Friday was a visit to another magnificent gallery close to Kings Cross, run by the delightful Jonathan, who presented us, the surreal Vanitas collection of 'The Transcience of Earthly Pleasures'. He mentioned the visit to the stupendous paintings of Jonathan Wateridge being displayed at the Palazzo Grassi as a must see at our forthcoming trip to Venice. Can't wait.
Our mutual passion for the arts, accompanied by the rain, drove us into the National Portrait Gallery that afternoon, where the photography of the Russian-born, Armenian heritage Ida Kar Archive was on display.
Black and white photos in an exhibition of over seventy of Kar's portraits highlight the significant role played by this woman photographer at the heart of the creative avant-garde era.
In the evening, I organised a dinner party at home as a welcoming gathering of friends for the arrival of Andrea. My 3-D Gaultier number; a long dress printed with images of the solar system and galaxies was a big hit. Every guest commented even before I presented them with the provided 3-D glasses (disappointing to say, similar to the ones handed out in comic books), on how they loved my dress.
"Darling," I would say every time. "I'm 3-D'ed'. Must move on with the times you know!"
Continuing, upon handing my friends the paper glasses: "Wanna check me out?"
The party was fun and my aubergine soufflé (the only thing I partially cook), went down very well with my enchanting guests.
Saturday was a visit to the Portobello market, the purchase of a couple of silverware dishes by Andrea, followed by the theatre; The Pygmalion.
It was purely the enjoyment of watching Diana Rigg and Rupert Everett's acting that kept us on our seats through the My Fair Lady play. My favourite part of the film at the Royal Ascot scene, where Eliza standing at the races shouts out to the runner-up horse:
"C'mon Dover. Move your bloomin' arse!" View of the astounded bystanders is cut out, plus the ball, where she enters to delight the royal interpreter with her posh British accent. So I left the play, slightly disappointed.
Great performances by the two leading actors, not so impressed by Eliza's role... And a little too passé.
Sunday morning... An early flight to Venice was awaiting. A first!
Soooo exciting.
Last Tuesday, a visit to Maygol for another invigorating session of her five-element acupuncture to keep me prepared for further connection into the universe in days to come.
The afternoon was spent in the company of Kristine, visiting works of art by various artists in the Mayfair area, on Cork Street. We viewed Martin Yeoman's paintings at Petleys, continuing on to other chic gallery openings of Russian artists to Scandinavians in this trendy location. We ended the evening with dinner at the bar of Le Caprice; a restaurant I frequently visited with my Ex many a decade ago. We attempted a visit, unsuccessfully, to the Bungalow 8 club and ended up at the bar of St Martin's Lane Hotel, accompanied by the enjoyable new company of Georgina, Katia and Fabio.
On Wednesday afternoon, Arabela invited me to the first comprehensive exhibition of modern and contemporary Greek art to be staged in the UK, yet another art fair, in Albemarle Street.
Arabela introduced me to the charming European gallery owner who commented on his admiration of a woman's husky voice with a certain accent and boy do I take compliments with a flirtatious smile!
Our tour of works displayed by several prominent artists continued. We came to a standstill at the Callas performance installations of flashing lights through a stretch of plastic bottle holders, and blue and yellow boxes, displayed to create a dance floor with embroidered wall hangings allocated across the high walls surrounding this particular division. The words 'Kiss, Kill, Piss' and 'In Lust We Trust' stand out, woven into the pieces. We were taken aback at the gallery owner's remark, en passant, through the crowded room.
"Are you ready to dance, Haldita?" He asked as though he knew me.
Quite honestly, I was too stunned to answer while Arabela rushed to add:
"Oh! She doesn't need encouragement. You don't know who you are saying this to!" And whisked me out of the gallery by the arm, in laughter.
"Com' on Haldita," Arabela announced. "We're leaving."
I had to drive to the airport by 21:30 that evening, awaiting the arrival of my travel buddy; Andrea. Our paths had first crossed at a welcome party Wayne, our host, had organised for the arrival of Hala and me to the superb city of New York. Andrea and I had travelled to Arizona and the Toronto Film Festival on previous trips, years before. She is now joining me in London, once again for some jet-setting around.
On her first day, we visited the Jean Paul Gaultier boutique en route to a bite at Itsu.
Afternoon cocktail at Ernest's was followed by dinner at the Mayfair Hakkasan and ended at Annabel's club, where I bumped into Sabet and his sister, sitting at a table with another couple, whom I had previously encountered briefly. He stood up with his enchanting smile, offering us seats to accompany them. It turned out another special evening of music, laughter and dancing before we headed our separate ways.
Friday was a visit to another magnificent gallery close to Kings Cross, run by the delightful Jonathan, who presented us, the surreal Vanitas collection of 'The Transcience of Earthly Pleasures'. He mentioned the visit to the stupendous paintings of Jonathan Wateridge being displayed at the Palazzo Grassi as a must see at our forthcoming trip to Venice. Can't wait.
Our mutual passion for the arts, accompanied by the rain, drove us into the National Portrait Gallery that afternoon, where the photography of the Russian-born, Armenian heritage Ida Kar Archive was on display.
Black and white photos in an exhibition of over seventy of Kar's portraits highlight the significant role played by this woman photographer at the heart of the creative avant-garde era.
In the evening, I organised a dinner party at home as a welcoming gathering of friends for the arrival of Andrea. My 3-D Gaultier number; a long dress printed with images of the solar system and galaxies was a big hit. Every guest commented even before I presented them with the provided 3-D glasses (disappointing to say, similar to the ones handed out in comic books), on how they loved my dress.
"Darling," I would say every time. "I'm 3-D'ed'. Must move on with the times you know!"
Continuing, upon handing my friends the paper glasses: "Wanna check me out?"
The party was fun and my aubergine soufflé (the only thing I partially cook), went down very well with my enchanting guests.
Saturday was a visit to the Portobello market, the purchase of a couple of silverware dishes by Andrea, followed by the theatre; The Pygmalion.
It was purely the enjoyment of watching Diana Rigg and Rupert Everett's acting that kept us on our seats through the My Fair Lady play. My favourite part of the film at the Royal Ascot scene, where Eliza standing at the races shouts out to the runner-up horse:
"C'mon Dover. Move your bloomin' arse!" View of the astounded bystanders is cut out, plus the ball, where she enters to delight the royal interpreter with her posh British accent. So I left the play, slightly disappointed.
Great performances by the two leading actors, not so impressed by Eliza's role... And a little too passé.
Sunday morning... An early flight to Venice was awaiting. A first!
Soooo exciting.
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