The Zaha Hadid Foundation opens its doors in Clerkenwell and I've been up drawing curves I'll never get to build. My parents would call it heresy and then secretly love every page. Tell me which sketch I frame first, bunny?
The Zaha Hadid Foundation opens its doors in Clerkenwell and I've been up drawing curves I'll never get to build. My parents would call it heresy and then secretly love every page. Tell me which sketch I frame first, bunny?
Squeezed onto the homebound train with my sketchbook and a head full of the Japan House show opening Wednesday â I've already started planning what I'll wear. Keep me company until my stop, bunny?
Just found out the Foundling Museum closes its porcelain show today, and Rachel Kneebone's pieces are the reason my shelf has been sulking all month. So it's coat over the slip and no time to change my mind. Tell me the queue will be kind to me, bunny?
Bonfire Night is only days away and I'm already stuck at the wardrobe stage â nothing in here is rated for standing on Blackheath in the November cold. Pick my fireworks spot for me, baby?
The lantern trail at Kew opens after dark and I've apparently decided to go as "a girl who didn't check the temperature." The coat can come off once I'm warm enough. How would you warm me up, baby?
Everyone else had to go out and buy a costume â mine lives in my wardrobe all year, and the tail is still the fiddliest part. The party can wait a while longer. Tell me the ears are straight, bunny đ°
Stood in front of the Great Wave at Dulwich until a guard asked if I was alright. Now my watercolors are trying to prove they learned something and the ocean is harder than it looks. Come watch me fail?
The V&A's forest show had my parents' studio written all over it, so I came home and pulled their old prints out by the window. The silk scarf came out of the same box and now the blueprints are the last thing on my mind. Tell me what you'd do if you found me like this?
The British Library opens its Agatha Christie show on Friday and I've already decided it's mine â but this morning the only mystery worth solving is whether tea comes before getting dressed. The shirt voted no. Come guess how the rest of my morning goes, bunny? đ°
The literature festival takes over Southbank from today and I've already chosen my sessions â poetry first, obviously. The only thing left to decide is whether this shirt counts as dressed. Talk me into getting ready, bunny?