one night started in camden town [ended in east, of course,  but thats another story]. after eat-as-much-chinese-food-as-you-can day, we went to horse hospital [proud galleries].

yea, every stall had it’s own horses. this illustrates how hot british girls are. you go, girl!

you! yea, you, get dressed!  

i have no idea who he is

but know charlie, though

no guitars that night – dj set instead

what a naughty aina, i said. she said it’s my fault

i think i look better with my hand instead of face. ha ha

* * *

the story how we end up in this place could be a script for the thriller or even detective novel. but too personal to be told here. still, few pics- a teaser- for you.

love story on the wall

aina performing live 

 meanwhile in the orange light… 

 before going to strat[fuck]ford.  how clever she is! she even left the pic of herself so that it would be easier to recognise her.

and then the morning  came…

delighted to open your eyes wide

delighted drinking best coffee

delighted of blue skies

delighted to blur or highlight  emotions

delighted to feel christmas spirit even if it’s october now

delighted to catch smiles -  our own or strangers’

delighted to  fight with your hangover in such a way

delighted by delights

delighted to guess what might happen tonight. and never win this game!

delighted to …

delighted to be the queen. or even feel like

+ lovely sellers

+ some weird ones

+ lithuanians. how could we miss them?

+ live music

+  food. from all over the world straight to your mouth

+ beautiful strangers

hm, did i forget something to add ?

we did a mistake. again.

we decided don’t go starbucks again last summer. but that colourful pic mislead us again. we asked for coffee and look what we got

can you imagine taste of that oil?

igne found it disgusting…

while aurime – god awful.

we found out that the best way to drink that liquid [i just cannot use the word coffee talking about that ] is…

but even that didn’t work. so we had no choises as to…

good bye starbucs. we wont miss you

p.s.: i guess i need to go to the ladies room

 2008 12 20

igne and aurime after traditionally complicated [honey, that's a long story ] journey vilnius-oslo-london are in their beloved london again. finally!

as igne’s 21 bday was on the 21th of december, they decided that it’s high time to begin celebrating . so girls put some paint on their faces, took manlike trousers and went to east, of course.

after checking their favourite places, they went to bbb.

 this is how london kids drink. it’s quite similar to lithuanians, isn’t it?

aurime just broke a glass. repent of that now, sinful!

ultra modern way to have the hole play ground with you

he will take care of her tonight

we haven’t seen more delicate naked dancer yet

breeze diva

want him? take him. it’s easy

serious igne and not that serious aurime

the next stop – klown party in the bethnal green resistance gallery. klowns, kristmas, kids, kunts and everything between.

jumping, dancing, dropping, rising, jumping… all the k-s founf it very attractive. so did we

all pictures belong to christopher [www.weknowwhatyoudidlastnight.com]

this time it was none of these reasons we turned up to covent. we went to street called cecil which is book stores paradise. only old vintage books are being sold there.

from some muslim trash to baudelaire.

nevertheless, after book-shopping we were tempted to visit covent food market.

… water our mouthes in front of perfect cakes.

and then visit our beloved photographers’ gallery. this time they were exposing fashion in the mirror…

…and some images from behind the scenes of fashion photography.

funny, isn’t that?

you can never get enough of covent garden.

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beigel shop is NOT something new or trendy. though in east london, in brick lane, you can get beigels 24/7. there are 2 beigel islands – both extremly good. two steps from one another.

should know that all most hungry people come here around 4 am after last bars and discos close.

after some beigels with salmon, sour cream or huge cheesecake you may finish at some warehouse party or just head home.

this is where magic happens.

every night is more or less 100+ good and 100+ middle good live music nights all around in london. each sentence that starts with GBE (god bless east) is about a gig in east london.

this happened in notting hill arts club. it’s quite tricky to find but perhaps worth it if you are still into beer-music-sex-student life. this band was moving whatever it is called.

GBE. alina came to london. hoxton square bar and kitchen.

GBE. most photographed by us – the coolness. you can join the coolness club on facebook. and maybe invite them to lithuania.

adam ficek (of babyshambles) solo – inga met him in 12 bar, the legendary place where everyone from the clash to the libertines played their very first gigs. this time this evening adam was losing his virginty as solo artist here. btw, he is coming next week to riga.

GBE. noah and the whale at rough trade (the music shop to visit, next to brick lane). you can subscribe to their mailing list and get all news about free live every week at rough trade east.

GBE. not quite vip view this time, we are sorry for ourselves. btw, this is bonde de role from brazil (signed by.. suprisingly… domino records) at hoxton square bar and kitchen.

igne leaving her marks on fan’s hands outside after DJ krush live in camden town, at our beloved koko live venue. metro stop – mornington crescent.

GBE. old blue last – vice magazine running venue where all fresh new bands play every day. EVERY day you can hear and see some disasters and some future celebrities there. this band was something like black indie, should say.

leon somov with jazzu playing in hyde park.

GBE. cargo – live gigs pub-club-bar. for the first time inga and igne heard there ebony bones playing.

again adam ficek. this time busking behind some church in soho.

GBE. peter solo show in rhythm factory. you can read more about in november pravda issue.

jazz after dark. a tiny bar for everyone who loves jazz after dark. the place itself is very cosy, dark, small and being there is something to compare with lynch movies. weird in a good way.

overall, you can’t sum up live music events which we attended in london. just to end up with that – london is music and live.

p.s. see proud galleries for some live music pleasure

kai baltamarškiniai nepietauja su klientais, jie bėga į parkus ir skverus, griūna žolės netaupydami savo gucci kostiumų ir valgo sušius.

senamadiškas pompidou variantas – teatras covent garden

britai visuomet garsėjo sodininkyste. krapai – itin retai pasitaikanti dekoratyvinio apželdinimo veislė, puikiai vešinti šalia tate britain muziejaus.

dar vienas teatras

batersea power station – jau nebeveikia. bet atrodo grandioziškai ant temzės krantų

tatjana visuomet gerą reputaciją tarp kauno ponių ir garsėjo kaip geriausiai dirbanti su svarovski kristalais ir augaliniais motyvais ant dirbtinio nago pluošto. tačiau net ir emigravus, ji greit atrado verslo nišą ir sugebėjo prisitaikyti prie vietinės paklausos. neveltui lietuvės londone garsėja išskirtiniu įvaizdžiu.

benamių baldų ekspozicija šalimais brick lane.

jaukūs pusryčiai dviems

šis mesjė vaidina tokį patį vaidmenį londone, kaip panelė rožė vilniuje. kasdien – vis kitas elegantiškas kostiumas.

metaliniai medžiai

liberty parduotuvės vitrina

kurį laiką pabuvę londone išmokome tinkamai pozuoti prie nacionalinių objektų. nepavejami favoritai šioje srityje tarp turistų – japonai. štai mūsų pirmieji kuklūs bandymai. ateityje žadame patobulėti.

pasiašarojimai oro uoste

nuotrauka atminčiai. kas kaip. nesuderintos emocijos

 ne kokie ten harrods ar selfridges, mums londone labiau patikdavo specializuotai nespecializuotos prekybinės vietos. ten bent galima prisijuokti iš keistai juokingų daiktų.

šioje specializuotoje žaidimų parduotuvėje galima rinktis iš 17 rūšių šaškių ir dar 9 rubiko kubiko variacijų. maža ir pergrūsta, o pardavėja žaidžia kortom pati su savim.

camdeno turgus, kuriame pardavėjas taip įnirtingai siūlė pasimatuoti kaukę, kad aurimė net suglumo ir nerizikavo atsisakyti jo pasiūlymo.

o štai senajame [taip taip, tame pačiame, kuris apsvilo per gaisrą] ignė surado itin originalaus kirpimo gotiškus šortus. pats dievas muset pasiuntė ugnį į legendinį camdeno turgų, neišlaikė nervai prieš šėtoniškus šortus. tose teritorijose dabar ten vyksta prekyba tik eksperimentiniais tiuliniais korsetais ir žiebtuvėliais su kanapėmis.

bet kinietiški pietūs prie kanalo truputį kompensuoja traumą, patirtą turguje.

pagal žmonių srautus, kurie kasdien prasineša pro parduotuvę, primark galėtų konkuruoti net su westminsterio abatija. kainos ten žudo, kokybė minusinė, o eilės prie matavimosi kabinų išsivinguriuoja per visą parduotuvės plotą. tokiais atvejais, maudymukai yra matuojami išviršiniu būdu prie vyrų skyriaus veidrodžių.

spitafields turgaus burbulų magas. matėm, turi ir valgomų.

- kur ten ta skarelė su avietėmis?

vienišas papuošalų stendas tiesiog šiaip sau.

rough trade rekordshopas easte toks reikšmingas, kad gali sau leisti 1 metų gimtadienio proga rengti nemokamus gigus, pavyzdžiui, su roots manuva. o ir šiaip, parduotuvė yra tapusi kone institucija, kur gali užstrigti porai valandų, susirankioti esminę informaciją šiam savaitgaliui ar tiesiog ant sofos papliurpti su nepažįstamuoju.

sielvartas dėl visko aukščiau ir viso londono apskritai.

norint pamatyti drabužių kolekcijas nebūtina brautis į london fashion week, jas galima rasti ir vidury miesto, parke. štai taip

o jei po praeitos nakties skauda kojas, yra ir kur nuvirsti

dar diaugiau madų. fotosesija prie ignės darbo

susirūpinęs stilistas: neduokdie nuotraukos bus netobulos

kol visi londono vaikiai būriuojasi mylimajame east‘e, naujojo numylėtinio titulas pranašaujamas iškart už shoreditch esančiam hackney wick rajonui ( eastas patapo kone posh rajonu – nuomotis butą daug kam pasidarė per brangu. o dar ta komercija… ech ). nuvykę hackney wick mes radome daug loftų – meno galerijų – gyvenamųjų paralpų -velnias žino ko ir daug gražių žmonių. ten jau dabar beveik tobula – nekantraujam sužinoti, kaip viskas atrodys po kelių metų

jei užsigeidei ūsų – visa reikaligą įranga rasi viename iš tokių namų.

aurimė, ištikima moustache gerbėja, neatsispyrė pagundai viską išbandyti

inga irgi

tuo tarpu ignė…

kai neturi kur dėti akių. arba jei nori pabūti vyru, bet ūsai tau nepatinka

šitą žvėrį prieš 20min buvom matę vietiniame autoservise. vėliau jį prisijaukino šitie du

grįžę arčiau centro radome kiek civilizuotesnio meno

miniatiūriniai slinkachu žmonės

londoną puošia street art. ir ne vien banksy

tarnaitės padėjėja ignė

jūrinių zebrų dresuotoja inga

vaizdų pilotė aurimė

nuolatinė tesco klientė inga

slaptoji apsauginio dešinioji ranka ignė

šiokio tokio meno apraiškų galima rasti ir namie ant grindų: vyksta įnirtingas atvirukų darymas likusiems lietuvoje

kurį gavai tu?

a) relax after busy weekend

b) work

c) go to carnival

yes, you are right! we went to the notthing hill carnival. for the first time. and probably the last one. and here is what we found

when carnival comes to london, it comes with the bang. not forgetting all the typical attributes. the most typical one is parade with all those 5m wings…

or… how do you call them?

from youth to those who are young in their hearts

and ass shakings. we decided that they born being professional ass shakers

anyway, the masquerade isnt the only thing you could find there. noise, screamings, various sounds and the rest which is called music – all you could find in notthing hill streets. mainly the blacks’ music, of course

to make sure everybody hears your song

so colourful and so dark

there were lots of policemans tried to make sure nobody fights or uses drugs. well, for the last one it didnt work

mountains of ribbish – on the street or at your home

the smell of smoke was even stronger than the smell of hashish. would you dare to try this meal?

everybody were trying to sell something: food, drinks or at least an entrance to their toilet for 1 pound

if you go to the carnival, you have to look cool. for example, to wear the best suit

or fancy shoes.

here is the advice: if you cant decide which pair of shoes to wear – take both

and for the dessert: the boy, who made as sitting in front of his home for an houre staring at him dancing, singing and changing the hats. perfect random performance. mmm…

no no no, don’t think that we are just party girls, sleeping all days and only waking up at nights. during the days we fullfill the gaps with strolling in london streets, bringing pile of magazines to the parks, searching for hidden london corners, trying experimental food [the best example - vegetarian thai food ], getting stuck in borders bookstore … and searching for various forms of art.

from ultra realistic paintings [!]

to mega strange japanese stuff

so we are crossing out must-see galleries, museums, exibitions from our list and showing the results.

design museum

design museum suggested for us 2 -architectural and fashionable- exibitions.

1. richard rogers – one of the best british architectural export. his remarkable works are scattered all over the world – from houses

to cites

we can blame mister rogers for throwing outside all pipes from pompidou centre in paris and leaving the clear space for art

as well as designing lloyds building in london, unusual national assembly for wales building in cardiff, madrid airport, millenium dome in london, streets, houses.

with micro people living in those micro buildings. none of them are the same

2. the third floor in design museum was dedicated to iconic fashion photographer tim walker. our whole story about him you can find here.

watch out our game

southbank

southbank has always what to suggest. either it’s the instalation with the music

or a giant, let’s say, living room in the centre of the city. soft place to have coffee

in the hayward gallery we didn’t missed ‘psycho buildings’. various artist there interpreted the idea of crazy buildings.

it looks at least funny to boat in swimming pool on the roof. with the view to london city

sssssspppppplllllasssssshhhhh – stopping the second. the room runs into pieces.

ica

institute of contemporary art hides magic mashine, with funny name VIKTOR.

there you can make unique poster with the words, that firstly come to your mind that second

what you would type ?

jago gallery

vice photo issue is already in our table, but in tiny east london’s gallery we found an exibition. yeah, pictures in bigger form look even better, we should say.

so it all took place in hackney, east london, in flat and garden under the railroad.

this is from the middle of the party. so let’s get started.

best part of UK nightlife are warehouse parties with live bands in ‘em. no matter it is all happening in flat or garden. so the show began at about 11 pm. some ska band were first to perform. after they performed they all gathered in kitchen and snorted coke. such a boring lifestyle they lead. so they don’t deserve the photo in our blog.

next one was playing charli. young girl who has just turned 16. her dad was with her that night. in fact, he is accompanying her to almost every gig she is playing in. charli’s dad is really cool. in month he is meeting elton john’s management to hand over her daughter to reliable hands. to become a star.

and finally ‘coolness’. this guys destined to be famous.

every ‘coolness’ gig is colourful, naked and variable with lots of half naked girls boys on stage.

geki, the calmest musician we’ve ever met. but he has smth very sparkling inside him that sparks audience.

chaz is a typical celebrity, but still not a celebrity. anyway, he has all the data for that. soon. very soon.

inga with the band behind.

the french girl who’s house have been messed up by all these freaks (below).

happy limonade faces.

oh these days – smb is twirling his hair and smb is drinking…

a friendly feast from the hands of the house owner. how come you reject it?

journalist. very funny one with great sense for public relations and great hate for journalism studies. pink or pig – didn’t understand his nickname exactly.

alan (the one that caused some girly spites at the party) from dublin. doing an intership in london. working for designer david david.

girls girls girls…

we love being east. easting. easted kids. east.

traukiam fotoaparata, trinam gedingas nuotraukas, o kas liko, rodom ir pasakojam:

pradekime, svelniai, nuo maisto:

kaip zinia, festivalin niekas valgyt nevaziuoja, bet nesusilaiko pries siulomus taloninius valgius

kadangi prancuzisku blyneliu kepejas buvo su labai linksmu suniu ir net sugebejo apsirukyti bevartydamas blynelius, tai festivalyje buvo isbandyta ir prancuziska virtuve

mes neatsispyrem 7 rokforto surio atominiams pyragams

bet nerizikavome su turbo hamburgeriais

susigundeme svieziai spaustomis kaktusu sultimis

veliau nuo tu paciu egzotiskuju sulciu detoksikavomes vaisiais ir sangria

prasmatniausia vakariene

salia buvo auginamos metu plantacijos. mojito kokteiliams. zinant festivalio tempus, ju paryciais net pritrukdavo

festivalininkai

jie visur, miega nekaprizingai..

kai nemiega pakrumese, fiberiai atsiduoda muzikai. stai kas lieka is batu po nesibaigiancio sokimo, sokinejimo ar rytmingo trypimo

i festivali – tiesiai is lovos. oj, arba palapines

traukites is kelio – uz vairo blondine! sturmane, beje, irgi

linksmuolis vairuotojas issirengia, nes mat per karsta. nakti. savo darbo vietoje – furoje

kai kurie dirba festivalyje mikliai vyniodami tualetini popieriu mergiotems

nes bernams buvo itaisytos specialios kabinos. nesiimame spresti kiek tai praktiska ir patogu. bet festivalio prietaisas, ne kitaip

kiti atranda savo kates-leopardo-panteros prigimti ir grizta i gamta

kelia rankas aukstyn ir dainuoja kiek dar patempia garso stygos. spekit per ka?

arba soka patys sau silent disco

negirtuokliauja, oj ne

pasiteisinimui suranda net teatra su puikiausiais sokejais

spaudos centras

bet jau kai isiverzia i spaudos centra susirinkti paskutiniu gandu, tai sutinka mtv berniukus – supermenus

arba netgi pacius the kills besmirinejancius aplinkui

duoda pora interviu

neduokdie kas nors ileidzia i backstrage bara, ten ir prasideda visos orgijos

buitis

geriausia drauge

maudosi sukontruotuose vandens lietaus dusuose

-laikyk, laikyk ta stikline

eiles tvarka:

pirmieji, kuriuos isgirdom – islandai Sigur Ros. ju muzika apsunkino vokus ir prispaude prie zemes tiesiogine prasme. ir ne tik mus

i realu pasauli bande sugrazinti ispaniska karsti kailiais ignorave Lightspeed Champion

bet tai pavyko tik is atlantos atkeliavusiems Black Lips

siuose vaikiuose arogancijos nerasta – po koncerto juos rukancius ir draugiskai pozuojancius sutikome uzkulisiuose, o kita diena ir pliaze.

penktadienis buva ta diena, kai vos pagalvojus apie lipsianciu ant scenos sarasa ausyse pradedavo spengti. mylimiausi grumesi su laukiamiausiais, is must to see saraso negailestingai isstumdami visus likusius. 

pradziai – ingos dievas tevas ir sventoji dvasia Babyshambles su jo sventenybe Pete Doherty. inga nepamirso i kelione isimesti ir reguliariai uzleisti jo dainu. seses nesiskusdamos niuniuoja isvien ir jau moka beveik visus zodzius mintinai. pete i scena ilingavo su cigarete dantyse, gitara ir,aisku, kepure. kaip ir dera zvaigzdei dar ir pasipuose- apsivilko armani kostiuma (na ir kas kad tarp koju diziule skyle?) ir isisege neaiskios kilmes auskara. nors patys muzikantai scenoje per daug prakaito neisliejo, taciau minia selo kaip reikiant – agresyvesniu gerbeju benicàssim dar nemate. nors mes ir stovejom prie scenos ir nuo ju mus skyre tvora ir dar burys apsauginiu, tciau teko saugotis i scena lekianciu alaus stikliniu (pilnu, ne siaip) ir apatinio trikotazo. bet buvo vistiek gerai.

sekantys – Hot Chip. ant scenos jie atrodo, na, gal ir kiek juokingai, bet ju muzika neleidzia ramiai stoveti. vienas geriausiu festivalio ( ir ne tik?) pasirodymu – jau dabar rezgam planus kaip juos vel pamatyti 

paprakaitave hot chipu diskotekoj, ejom pas Róisín Murphy. grubus judesiai, svelnus balsas, drabuziu spinta ant scenos su daugiau nei dainu apdaru, hitai keiciantys hitus.

ir pabaigai (3.00 ryto) – siek tiek popso su Mika. jis, kaip ir iprasta, ant scenos susitempe visa savo turta – pradedant milziniska lele ir dirbtiniu sniegu, baigiant ispudingom sokejom. nesuprantama kaip, bet visaip sokdamas ir lakstydamas po scena mika sugebejo beveik tobulai dainuoti ir neleido ne pagalvot apie miega. tiesa, mikos fanu taip pat reikia pasisaugot. neisrankus muzikai ispanai isilingavo kaip reikiant, bet cia menka beda, lyginant su brandaus amziaus (40-60) geju porelem. jie, vien del mikos sukore toki kelia, ne uz ka neleis jiems trukdyti. huh…

ir atejo sestadienis… sestadienis pazadejo mums, kad bandys nenusileisti penktadieniui. mes patikejom.

apsilimui pusiau argentinietis pusiau svedas José González. nors ir buvo vos iziurimas, nes nulindo i tolimiausia scenos gala, jam uzteko sesiu stygu ir balso, kad uzhipnotizuotu.

Tricky i scena isiverze kupini energijos ir net nelabai supratom, ka isdarinejo su garsais, bet aurime po jo pasirodymo istiko mikciojimo priepuolis. ne-rea-lu buvo pakartota 44 kartus.

The Kills buvo tie, kuriuos ryskiai apsibraukem savo tvarkarasciuose - neduokdie praleisim. ir tikrai tai butu nedovanotina. ielektrinti garsai ir jausmai – ko laukem ir ka gavom.

Gnarls Barkley buvo visiskai kitokie. daug muzikantu, kurie, atrodo, visi groja visais instrumentais, aksominis cee-lo balsas, daug improvizacijos,  naujai skambancios senos ar dar negirdetos dainos

ir dar keli pasirodymai paskutine diena:

Justice gal ir negroja musu megstamiausios muzikos (nors per ‘we are your friends’ klykem kaip geros), bet mes vieningai linkciojom – jie zino ka daro ir daro tai gerai.

kryziais ir kitokia amunicija apsiakrste fiberiai ejo is proto

ir paskutine matytoji - Siouxsie. si ragana (nepyk, siuze) dainas plese gerai, kojas kilnojo dar geriau, bet kazkaip neikvepe.

uztat kiti pamatyti ir aprasyti - dar ir kaip. tikekimes, uzteks iki kitu metu

in fact, camden is still indie music hometown (and also some neanderthal freaks with bad taste for fashion). anyway, in camden still lives amy w. time to time she drops in proud galleries. we popped in there too.

that night we were on the guestlist in proud galleries cause we were meeting the band before gig called tapedeck (full interview with ‘em you can read in pravda august issue).

guys were on acid but even though we talked much and it (a) didn’t disturb us.

after we listened to their friends called semifinalists. we think they are briliant. they have this new sound of london – slightly naive, slightly childlike, some electro rock sound combined with asian virginity.

the act that played after semifinalists was annie – a blonde with lollipop. yeah, she is hot. at least, men think so. but alas! her music is boooring. even though she is scandinavian she still sounds anti-innovative.

that’s a cute view anyway. just in the first row.

there was also an exhibition of sid vicious photos that night. loved ‘em. you nearly can’t stay indifferent for him. even in photos.

some chinese food next to proud galleries is only for two pounds. must try. but note – it’s only after 8 pm.

btw, in proud we saw a great idea to make bar tenders work easier. SHOPPING BAG. brilliant, isn’t it?

well, we’ve done some crazy spontaneous things. for instance, we recorded a SONG! well, all three of us sang backs for rock&rolllers Coolness

geki – the bass, came from japan two ago, joined a few bands and now enjoying his life with music in music city.

Coolness vocals – chaz – hm, jei jis skaitytu parasysiu lietuviskai – myli daug moteru vienu metu, kaip ir priklauso roko muzikantui – has a great voice.

even for two songs – kids on k and (damn, don’t remember the title). anyway, it is not on myspace yet. but it will be out on vinyl in sep. can’t wait.

inga done some paparazzi work before going to THE festival in Spain. She attended her junkie man idol (yes, inga has some strange taste for men…) solo gig in Albert Music Hall. There was a huge riot in the end of the gig and even if it wasn’t allowed to do photos, she snapped some shots that later were sold to Daily Mirror. inga is happy (and wealthy) with her debut in brittabloids with peter in ‘em.

dealing the deal.

]]> http://londonized.wordpress.com/2008/08/07/music-vol-300/feed/ 0 londonized http://londonized.wordpress.com/2008/07/30/artistical-london/ http://londonized.wordpress.com/2008/07/30/artistical-london/#comments Wed, 30 Jul 2008 08:39:10 +0000 londonized http://londonized.wordpress.com/?p=21 ]]> when it’s raining outside, you have to make sure you are inside. and when ruta comes to london, there are no other ways to be “inside” besides various galleries and museums.

we began from “Skin+Bones” in Somerset House, where the story about the relationships between fashion and architecture was told.

then – few houres’ psychotherapy watching “Psycho Buildings”

posing…

and enjoying free coffee. hm, not more than the exibition itself, for sure.

another place we just could’t miss – Barbican and “The House of Viktor & Rolf” . these two lovely boys during the last 15 year period were more than amazing. so feminine, so perfect.

when girls do have day off we go out to explore london at day time. the same streets seem absolutely different then, with thousands of tourists. but if you wanna find anyone at daytime willing to party you can just have a peek into brick lane. you will definately find someone who will be in mood to dance to talk or to drink few shots with you.

after having some grapes with yogurt we moved towards covent garden for some posh attractions. well not that posh but poshier anyway.

cakes and tea – so english..

but we better went for taking away the best coffee in london. if you write into your google bar ‘the best coffee in london’ the first +- 10 pages will contain something about this coffee shop which is in covent garden, next to a very beautiful yard with tons of colours.

after we bought WAD magazine and had a chill in soho square. and then dropped in topshop and spend like one hour or more chosing one of a green eye shadows. it is such a difficult task.

which one would you choose?

… then ‘urban outfitters’… amazing water-pot. inga wished could have taken it with her. but we have no plants at home. except withered basilics.

and aurime can’t decide whether to buy ray-bans for herself, or is this trend already ‘ladled out’? help wanted!

and days off means live concerts. goldfrapp and erykah badu – done. and it’s nothing to add. impossible to express how amazing those divas were.

people were just losing their minds inside. and no one cared who was playing, cause that mr. somebody was playing good. no complaints and no regrets. dj cult is damn far away from east london. it’s all about party people.

igne loves the idea of being totally relaxed in london.

inga did a small research on what are these people on the whole, and what trend do they populiarize. this will be on pravda.

and now going on and meeting loads of individualities.

some crazy blonds too

…sweaty fancy guys…

naked butts here are almost as usual as peeking strings from trousers in lithuania.

parties without this kind of miss magdalenas aren’t of real value.

we finished at 2 am as monday morning was inevitably coming. as far as we know the next ponystep is about to be held a month later. anybody wanna join?

the best models of the night will be featured in www.plus370.com and print pravda very very soon.

before the party we did some mistake while going to portabelo market, as on sunday it is closed. just few freaky ladies and gents selling their own stuff.

and some hippies selling vegan coffee, xixi.

you better visit hyde park on sundays when they have this tradition of speakers’s corner where every freak can come and talk. usually they talk nonsenses. for example, like this guy jabbers about penis.

or this anarchist giving free hugs. yak, no way. no touches, please.

… or this slobbered himself chef or doctor (who cares – nobody was listening to him)…

we better laid down on grass in a shade and listened to the rehearsal of THE PLICE who were playing that night in hyde park. it was their last concert. no more police.

miss ya.

while walking along the commercial street we met molaroid solomon. just like this – by accident. it seems like london is somehow tiny and small too. molaroid is i-d stylist and editor of london kicks web magazine. it was a nice surprise to meet him (in fact, he to meet us) for us. but as we have already told you before, all about molaroid – in pravda july issue. and now what found more just walking in the evening.

a real one dolce with gabbana. i guess it was a jacket, but who cares if it is d&g

everybody who have lived in any western foreign country, such as spain or uk, in this case, may know that finding some great stuff on the streets is such a daily thing. and we were convinced of it.

… some gucci and some kitchen stuff in the same pile of shit. hm, all this could have been thrown away by some desperate housewife.

… and even some computer… usually people get tired of it very fast.

and this is what we brought home. maybe we shouldn’t have done it cause now WE will have to throw it away.

after a gig (somehingincrediblefreshlonawaitedandflattering) in hyde park leonas somovas and jazzu with some musicians from lithuania like domas and marius aleksa went for a nap.

then called us and invited to some super private jam session. they were too lazy to go out, but they were strong enough to make the perfect loft jam session, giving a fuck on neighbours until 7 in the morning!

first of all, inga and domas started youtube battle, clip ‘saules vaikas‘ won, so domas won it.

and then just hanging around in this loft-studio, where all different artists gather to do their photoshoots for 25 pounds per hour. so obviously some good stuff was found here. like these wigs.

no wig here, but a perfect red sofa must be mentioned here.

at about 2-3 o’clock leonas decided to do some gig, so they brought all instruments – guitar, bass, drums, mic, sound engineering system, techno piano and started a gig for three of us who don’t play and don’t sing and for theirselves, of course.

and so it was a brilliant music flittering in a spacious arty room.

almost all of them tried playing drums. comedy style was also ‘appended’. and some of riaubiskyte’s songs too.

just as good as piece of perfection can be. also in east part of london. and in a few days they will be back to lithuania. meet them at satta outside.

and we stay here, in london, for some more…

po interviu su i-d stilistu (apie jį liepos pravdoje) galima buvo šokinėti iš laimės du kartus labiau. pas mus iš glazgo užsuko dvynė marija (jos dvynės sesės rūtos bute mes dabar ir gyvenam).

mariją suradome ant stop ženklo prie savo namų.

taigi: penktadienis flawless, absolutely flawless! šeštadienis – no limits, no nono no.

su marija, paskutinį kartą čia buvusią prieš velykas ir išsiilgusią brick lane, ir vėl važiavome TEN savo 344 dabldekeriu.

laukime link east londono laiko gaišti negalima, tad stotelėse dažniausiai ištinka maivymosi priepuoliai ir vyksta makiažo tobulinimai

aurimė kareivio miegu autobuso stotelėje, vos išėjus iš namų

brick lane pasitinka freakais, sijonuotais ir pėdkelniuotais, be jų ten būtų žymiai nuobodžiau

inga nuo seno mėgsta truputį trashy vakarėlius

nors ir sofistikuotumas čia irgi madingas

sesės ne dvynės, eilėje prie tualeto

iš brick lane žmonės eina į keturis galus, mes pasirinkom eiti šiauriau, link klubo ‘on the rocks’. išėjo tik tokiu būdu.

o kita mergaitė dar pakeliui ir užsižagsėjo.

prie ‘on the rocks’ stovyniavo neįleidžiami nepilnamečiai. geras ženklas. kad jie ne viduj.

o už durų vyko kaip visada super much trash and some more trailer.

danas. gnomas? andersonas? bet kokiu atveju, inga jį vėliau sapnavo, nes jis, matyt, ir nužengė iš sapnų, o gal iš košmarų. ir blemba, įleido tą paauglį.

ne, rokenrolas čia dar labai labai labai gyvas, ir dar ilgai taip bus.

… nebent atsiduos ‘fags loudly’ bangai.

mūsų draugas jackee iš praeito savaitgalio. jam nėra lygių tarp aštoniolikmečių. apie jį parašys plus370.com

svetingas kiskei marijai londonas – šio tobulo manikiūro žinovo ji klausė ko norėjo, o jis atsakinėjo viską, ką žinojo iš savo manikiūrininko karjeros.

jau kaip ir saulė akis pradeda spiginti, paskutiniai kadrai bei šypsenos tądien ir namo.

aj, blicas išsikrovė, bet šis gražuolis baltais šortais turbūt nustelbė net merginą su triusikais (pastaroji ir dar daugiau gražuolių iš šio vakaro – plus370.com)

beje, šiandien sulaukėme dar svečių iš glazgo.

bet ryt pasakosime ne apie tai, o pirmiausia apie šeštadienio naktį, naktį be limitų, su muzikantais, spėk kuriais!!!!???

ėjom pasipildyti oyster (tranporto nuolatinio), tuo pačių prigavom savo stotelės pavadinimą.

taigi aplankyti mus galite išlipę metro stotelėje ‘elephant&castle’.

mūsų durys atrodo taip, numeris 154

beje, pirmą kartą dienos metu mergaitės išeina į miestą.

ir iš karto pamato spūstį. ogi pats bushas trafalgaro aikšte buvo pravežamas, tik gaila šioje foto, nei kitose, jo pačio nesimato.

jei ne būshas, paprastai londonas sekmadieniais būna tingus. gal net pernelyg.

šią nuotrauką užsiklijuosim ant šaldytuvo (apie šaldytuvo reikalus ir maistą – rytoj), kad nepersistengtume valgydamos tą maistą, kurį metus į žemę atšoka. pavyzdžiui, toks:

prisižiūrėjusios tokių vaizdų, kaip kompensaciją namo parsivedėm vyrą. vienintelį vyrą mūsų kamabryje, jis jaukiai įsikūrė šalia aukštakulnių ant židinio. prirakinom jo koją, kad nepabėgtų.

šiandien iki pat vakaro skaitėm vakar ‘old blue last’ bare nugvelbtą VICE naujausią numerį (kuris ir išėjo tik vakar vakare).

oj, vos nepamiršom papasakoti, ką veikėm vakar.

pasipuošėm kažkiek ir nusnaudėm, visų pirma.

prie namų pasigavom savo mylimiausią 344 double-deckerį.

mintinai mokėmės kelią iki east londono, dar be autobuso negrįžtume namo, bet jau už savaitės tikrai taip.

užėjom į ‘for3ign!’ klubą. ten radom nei daug nei mažai, tik kiekvieną to klubo lankytoją vertą bent 15-os mūsų nikono kadrų, o jis ėmė ir staiga išsikrovė ant pirmo kadro. štai jis – didžėjus scottee scottee.

komensacija mums ir jums už tai – party-lion žemėlapis, kuris kabo ant sienos mūsų kambaryje.

jei atvažiuosi, garantuojam ekskursiją šiais keliais (kirtis ne ant ‘e’).

ir kitą kartą užsikrauti batareikas mums privaloma, kitaip tau nebus įdomu skaityti visą šį londonized vapsėjimą.

trailer trash – every friday night, shortditch street.

first of all, just looking around. and people looking at us.

and then – meeting the lovely ones.

sparkling ones. the secret of this make-up  -hairspray

cuty ones.

excentric ones.

with perfect make up on ones.

and then again excentric ones.

and of course sexy supermamas.

all this finished resting our feets in double-decker back home. thanks god the bus from east london goes 24/7 straight to our home door. number 344, if needed to say.

anyway, you are to know where to go. the guy we met in brick lane was astonished with the fact that it was our first night out in london and we went to big chill place in b-lane . he needed a year to discover it (!). well, we didn’t have a chance for a mistake, cause we had the best guide in east london. hundred thanks to ruta.

free drinks in shortditch street, just on the street.

the best cocktails

first passenger to drink. inga didn’t like him, so he was thrown of the street we occupied

the second one was nicer…

… until we saw this part of him…  ouch!

after it we enjoyed ourselves again.

and finally decided to move to party “people on horses” aka “trailer trash”

after that place we looked pretty, hm, pretty amazed.

what was there??? check the next post.

and meanwhile we go foodshopping via tesco.

this blog is about everything called “and much more” to tell in details for our friends. we miss you already, btw.

we live here

we sleep here

our neighbours’s yard

london eye from the window