Sir John Soane's Museum Gothick Party Project

 OMG WHERE HAVE I BEEN!?

Soz if i have readers out there but I've had a busy time, moving out of home, lots of working and back at uni.

But I back!

 So there's this party at this museum that LCF year 2 kids are taking part in, I suggested a design for the accessory to go with the waiting staff's costume.

So the beginning was about designing and sending in the designs to the clients and let them pick.

This was my entry

    

So going with the 18th Century style, taking the architecture of his home, the museum, the narrow corridors and the use of mirrors creating depth in the space, and the love Soane had for his wife, I did this masculine cuff design, using millinery techniques of buckram and wire, with Soane's crypt red strip, but then the feminine yellow silk embodying the drawing room his wife would occupy. 

And the curved mirror on the inside, a new innovation in the 1700s that Soane revels in, because they're waiters; they greet and serve guests with their arm, so the forearm being a mirror. This was to engage and merge the guests with the staff and with the museum.

Now my design wasn't selected, but the design of Megan (click to check out her ace costume blog!), a fellow classmate and my course rep-in-crime got chosen and since then I have been helping to create her vision. And omg my life is screwed, with my to do list for uni... but it's ganna happen!

I will post the end result and party happening November 7th! Grab a ticket if you can it's ganna be magic

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Photos of Europe

So finally getting round to posting these but there's more to come because I still have photos to develop from my disposables not only of this trip but from the trip to Prague I had LAST SEPTEMBER. I am terrible.

Some highlights than:

Budpest, Hungary.
There's a shot on my disposable of the 'Shoes on the Danube Promenade' by filmdirector Can Togay and Sculptor Gyula Pauer. Once I get them developed I will share because it was so stunning.

This cafe' walls were cramed with picture frames of collages looking like Paris 19th Century time of the Impessionist era, old pictures taken and then reworked. Really liked these.

The bath spa, didn't get a shot of it inside; can't even believe IIII got in a bikini and did this.

IT WAS FATE. The day we first arrived an exhibition of Egon Schiele had started! So during my time there I went and I got emotional. They exhibited letters and poems of his as well translated and wow. More Schiele to come...

Think these giant shards of wood sculptures are a thing in Budapest; why use marble or brass? I saw a rhino one too. 

House of Parliament at night because in the day is was molested by construction work.

Great little graffiti on the tube escalators. 

I tried RED ABSINTHE. I had a challenge to drink absinthe every place we went, and I was succeeding until I had to leave early. Absinthe tasting is what every tourist should do, trust me.

Up on the castle.

Beautiful tree I just had to picture.

Goodbye Budapest, you lil con-artists. HELLO VIENNA.

Okay so a must thing to do is go straight to the Museumquatier and check out EVERYTHING. I was in Vienna just for one day so I prioritized and saw Schiele at the Leopold Museum. I was on the verge of tears. My dreams come true. Now sit back and be flustered.

Found out about other wicked artists:

ANTON HANAK. Reclining Female Nude with Supported Legs, 1915.

JOSEF HOFFMANN. Chess Table with Spherical Castors, 1903
Egon Schiele flowers above.

Klimt. Oh I wished we had time to see The Kiss, siiiigh. Next time Vienna, next time.

Beautiful lil area for cool folks hidden by all the great museums is a great hang out space.

GEORG MINNE. Kneeling Boy, 1897.

HERBERT BOECKL. Portrait of Josef von Wertheimstein, 1921.

DIETRICH WEGNER. Playhouse.

Andy Warhol's 'Silver Clouds'.

Egon Schiele

ANTON ROMAKO. Portrait of Isabella Reisser, 1885.

IM SO GOING BACK TO VIENNA. It's amazing! Like the vibe itself even with crowds of tourists it's so chilled and happy, everyone was happy. Maybe it was the weather but if I was going to live anywhere other than London, could you imagine, it would be Vienna. I tried to venture out alone and find Schiele's cemetery in Ober St but I ended up on the motorway and I refused to die trying to find a grave. That's too ironic for an afterlife story.

So now we're in Prague, and that first night in when the drama happened resulting to me leaving early but WHATEVS. Belri nand Amsterdam is there still for me to check out, never mind losing shitloads of money. I'm not at all bitter. It's not like working in Stratford Westfield is a bitch. Awks.

So enjoy Prague, it's really good. I've been before so I knew things ish but you'll never get lost. There's shit loads of roads but you see a tall building or the river and you're safe.
Oh and don't do the Pub Crawl unless you want drama or don't mind being robbed of drinks.

Great accident shot.

Charles Bridge.

So as my hotel in Prague said: