No Potcheen, but Pucci - a Titanic Find!

Apologies for the absence.  Life and work have been hectic in recent weeks, so I'll keep the last part of the Ireland travelogue brief in order to share more of the latter in my next post.  These photos pretty much speak for themselves, but we made sure to visit Ireland's two capital cities during our stay.

Mid week ushered in a spell of wet and windy weather; a good excuse - if one were needed - to head to Belfast and take cover beneath the crazy angled roof of the Titanic Exhibition's iconic building.

At just shy of £30.00, the entry fee isn't cheap, but what can I say?  If you find yourself in Belfast and have even a passing interest in the terrible fate of the "unsinkable" Titanic and her 1,500 passengers, then go.  It's a huge and comprehensive exhibition charting the history of the vessel and you will also get to hear the voices of the survivors which packs an emotional punch.

But first, another iconic sight in Belfast; Samson and Goliath, the twin ship building gantry cranes situated in the Harland & Wolff shipyard at Queen's Island.  Goliath was erected in 1969 by German engineering firm Krupp and stands at 96 metres tall.  Samson came along in 1974 and is taller in stature, standing at 106 metres.

Whilst we were keen to see the exhibition, we weren't in a hurry to pay through the nose for lunch in the building's cafe.  Instead, we opted for The Dock Cafe, an excellent innovation.  A selection of teas, cakes and coffee were served by the cafe's friendly staff in return for a donation of your choice, deposited in a box on the counter.  

The welcome was warm, with cosy sofas, a prayer corner and local artists' work adorning the walls.

Given that we were hoping for something more substantial, the staff explained that if we opted to grab food from any of the neighbouring local supermarkets or takeaways, we were more than welcome to eat it in the cafe.   We took them up on their offer and obviously ordered tea and cakes from The Dock Cafe for afters.  

None of us were in the mood to battle the elements and roam further than the Titanic Quarter.  Plus, time wasn't on our side.  This was the scene from inside.  The sun would make a brief appearance, but the wind was a constant and the rain horizontal when it came.  I've always wanted to nail that rainy window shot and Belfast, you gave me an interesting backdrop!

Onwards to the heart of the Titanic Quarter.  I didn't linger to take photos...although this scene from Game of Thrones, immortalised in stained glass, caught my eye.

Highlights from inside.

A lift designed to emulate the enormous rigging and a sedate theme park-style ride, designed to take passengers on a journey down through the rigging, whilst providing an overview of the various jobs undertaken during the ship's construction.  A soundtrack of workers' memories (voiced by actors) from their time on the build accompanied the trip...

...culminating in an expression of workers' desire to let loose in the pub after a hard day's work, with projected figures moving in a celebratory fashion behind the pub doors.  

The menu.  Could this have been the last meal for those poor passengers?

The launch point viewing room.

For me, the photographs and the stories behind them, were by far the most moving and evocative.  This was the last photo taken of the Titanic.

The little boy in the photograph below might seem privileged, but his story is tragic.  Robert Douglas Spedden was born into a wealthy New York family.  He was on board with his Nanny, Margaret, who he called Muddie.  Muddie woke the little boy from his sleep when the ship hit the iceberg, telling him they were going on a journey "to look at the stars."  Muddie and Robert made it onto a lifeboat and Robert slept through the night, holding his beloved teddy bear, Polar.  When he woke up, surrounded by icebergs, he said: "Oh Muddie, look at the beautiful North Pole, with no Santa Claus on it!"  They survived, but just two years later, whilst playing football, Robert was hit and killed by a car driving on the wrong side of the road close to the family's summer holiday home in Maine.  

One of only six remaining life jackets.

Just one section of the wall bearing the illuminated names of the dead.

A pocket watch retrieved at the time.

The day the wreck was discovered.

There was much more to this exhibition, utilising some very impressive technology, but no spoilers here for anyone who might wish to visit.

We headed south of the border to Dublin's fair city later in the week and headed to our old haunt Temple Bar, the city's cultural quarter on the South Bank of the River Liffey.  I didn't take my camera; only a few mobile snaps.

The gorgeous Blooms Hotel.

The Irish have a natural affinity for the underdog, but then who doesn't in this case?

An exquisite door!

Luke Kelly, founding member of The Dubliners, who have influenced many others from The Pogues to Fontaines DC.

We frequented a few pubs in Dublin on our previous visit - back in the early 2000s when we saw an incredible line up at Slane Castle:  Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Foo Fighters, PJ Harvey and Queens of the Stone Age.  However much of a tourist trap Temple Bar might be (and at almost £10.00 a pint, that much is undisputable), the atmosphere is always lively - even on a Thursday lunchtime.  With its labyrinth layout, live Irish music and decor encompassing everything from Guinness memorabilia to Irish folklore, it really is a must. 

On the last night of our trip, we holed up in Quinn's Bar in Newcastle, a characterful pub celebrating its 30th birthday.  

As with many drinking establishments in Ireland, the pub evolved from its origins as a grocer's shop.  After receiving a warm welcome on our first night, we decided to pop back for dinner to finish of our holiday.  

There was a real buzz about the place and the staff were excited that "Paddy" the boss, was in that night.  I chatted to a waitress about their forthcoming celebrations and she insisted on sending the boss over to say hello.  In the event, Paddy had just left, but instead his son was sent over.  We were treated like VIPs, given three t-shirts and a hoody proudly bearing the pub's name and told to make ourselves known if we were ever in town again.  What lovely folks!

In case you're wondering about the title of this post, we didn't sample the island notorious tipple, Potcheen (or Holy Water or Irish Moonshine), said to be the strongest drink in the world - at anywhere between 40-90% and traditionally made from whatever its maker's small, rural smallholding had to hand, from barley to crabapples.  We stuck to - you guessed it - the black stuff!

In an act of pure genius/laziness (depending on your view), I shoe-horned Potcheen into the title because it worked nicely with a certain Italian brand known for its kaleidoscopic colours and geometric patterns.  

Back at home, I set about preparing for a flurry of weddings, but still found time to pop into the local charity shop whilst out posting.  With pretty low expectations, I was riffling through the rails when I spotted a particularly vibrant print.  Within minutes the garment was mine.  The woman in the queue commented on how gorgeous the maxi dress was and the staff confirmed they had only just hung it on the rail.  There was something very familiar about the colour combination, but without my reading glasses, I was unable to identify the tiny signatures scattered here and there across the silky fabric.

When I got it home, I checked the labels.  The first was partially removed, so I could only decipher that it was Made in Italy.  So far, so promising.  Next, I examined the fabric label which confirmed that the dress was 100% silk jersey.  Grabbing my reading specs, I couldn't quite make out the signature but it looked for all the world like "Emilio."  I then used Google lens on the print and caught my breath when an identical dress was thrown up in my search, listed as Pucci, with a price tag of £358.00.  Finally, I consulted my fashion oracle - aka Vix - and she reached the same conclusion.  A piece from Pucci!  Here it is in all its glory (reverse view only :-)).  Be still my beating heart!

Obviously the weather has taken a nose dive since, but I when I can catch my breath, I'll be figuring out what works with it come rain or shine.  Judging by this week's offerings, I'll be assuming mostly rain!  Hope the sun is shining where you are!  Until next time!

It's Art Darling!

It's been a little over a fortnight since I last posted, but it feels like an age.  The weather's been challenging.  Naturally, as soon as I decided to pack away some of my dead-of-winter clothes, the temperature plummeted.  In the last couple of weeks, we've had rain, storm force winds, sunny spells, hail, rain, dramatic clouds, rain, frost, the most incredible weekend of sunshine (more of that shortly) and yes, you guessed it, rain!

I was forced to abandon a planned Steampunk styled wedding shoot due to a key supplier dropping out at the last minute, which was frustrating to say the least.  However, I consoled myself with the fact that it would probably have been abandoned in any event due to the incessant rain.  After licking my wounds for a short time, I'm now in the early stages of planning a styled wedding shoot paying homage to the 1960s.  Here's a glimpse of my mood board.

In the meantime, what have I been up to?  Well, I took the train into the heart of our second city, Birmingham.  Departing from Stourbridge Junction, it occurred to me that this little station has to be one of the most aesthetically pleasing railway stations in the West Midlands.  

It even has its own resident cat, George.  Sadly George was too busy hunting to pose for a photo when I visited.  He's also very busy with his publicist, having his own Facebook page to maintain.  Link here if you're interested.  Facebook

My chosen destination, Digbeth, is undergoing a process of regeneration (or gentrification).  Since my last visit, there have been subtle but notable changes, including some pavement planting areas and garden benches.  The laying of the tram lines continues in earnest.

Whilst I enjoyed a wander around Red Brick Market, I think some of the units were possibly in the process of changing hands.  A number of the units were being cleared on the day of my visit, so the market felt a great deal emptier than usual and I left empty handed.  However, the real star of the show is Digbeth's vibrant and ever changing street art, captured here with my iphone (as much as I love the place, I don't really want to risk taking my big girl camera).

Thanks for the offer Ozzy!  Don't mind if I do!

A favourite rainy day activity - and there have been many rainy days lately - is trawling around Antiques Centres.  My Mom accompanied me on one such visit and had fun trying on some of the vintage hats.  

What passes for antiques these days never ceases to amaze me.  With nothing really catching my eye, I made it my mission to photograph some of the more kitsch and downright bad taste items for sale.  

Which one is your favourite?

With all of this inclement weather, I've decided that one can never have too many pairs of boots.  Here are some recent additions.  

Frye boots.  I've had these for a while, but forgot to share them.  They were a Vinted purchase, but so much more comfortable and lightweight than my Frye Campus knee high boots.

I've replaced my old, cracked DMs with a blue patent pair.  Another Vinted purchase, they were new without the box and a fraction of their retail sale price.

We may not be enjoying much in the way of spring weather, but the garden is doing its thing.  The ferns are unfurling...

...and the Euphorbia is out.

Walks have been less frequent.  That can't continue.  We have wet weather gear, but the icy wind takes much of the pleasure out of it.  However, on one of our walks, we encountered this handsome fellow staring intently at his owner, willing her to join him in the pond.

I snapped up this little studded cross body Topshop bag - perfect for housing my essential working accoutrements; those bits and pieces that won't fit into a camera bag full of lenses, namely lip balm, specs, phone and lens wipes.

In other news, the film poster for the short film I recently took stills for, has dropped.  

Spurred on by being asked to submit a photograph for the film's publicity, I set up my tripod and took a few photographs.  Now you all know I'm not that comfortable in front of the camera, but it's always a good working exercise.  For your information, it's also very laborious as I use what is technically referred to as "the running back and forth method."  Basically, this means set up camera, focus on a spot, try to run to said spot, strike a pose and hope for the best.  I know, I know, I should probably set up a remote trigger or tether my camera to my phone, but I feel just a tiny bit pleased with myself when I get it right.  I like to suffer for my art!

In the event, I used none of the photos from the rainy day session and just sent them an iphone snap from last year.  Tut tut!

Life is full of strange and funny coincidences.  Last year, we met local artist Dion Kitson in the rubble of The Crooked House.  He insisted I took his photograph.  

He has a great sense of humour and he and Gareth got along quite well; Dion creating witty signs expressing the community's outrage, Gareth salvaging pieces from the rubble to create a fireplace/bar "shrine" incorporating rather telling petrol cans and a urinal (just out of shot) scrawled with "Taking the p**s".

I nearly spat my wine out when he popped up on Channel 4's Late Night Lycett as the man behind the fake Banksy that had made the news recently.  Comedian Joe Lycett and Dion are friends and collaborated on a recent fake story, creating a piece of art with all the Banksy hallmarks, to see just how many fake stories they could get into the press.  Here's the story:

Joe Lycett behind Banksy mural hoax in Birmingham - BBC News

As for The Crooked House story.  The owners have appealed the order to rebuild.  The hearing is scheduled for August.

So that brings me pretty much up-to-date.  Last weekend, I photographed the most amazing festival wedding (think black dress, bluebells, neurofunk and golden hour portraits), so I'm now busy working through approximately 400 photographs, so forgive me if I don't leave a comment on your blog.  I'll be having a mega catch up later this week!