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Blythswood Ladies

On Wednesday night I tagged along to Next’s event at Blythswood Hotel, held in the £1500 a night penthouse suite. The event was intended for fashion bloggers, promoting Next’s Christmas line, but Miss Linny O invited me knowing that I enjoy a canapé or two and can’t turn down a glass of Prosecco. Oh, and my big sister happened to be there, too. Oh, and there was a terrace with a view of the city.

 
 

One Week in New York

So there we were, hunners of us, all with cameras and visiting New York City, taking trivial photos of the banal, like a Macy billboard or NYPD car. But that’s what you do when you’re in NYC.

I did it the first time I visited in 2010, but this time was a little more… authentic. Firstly, my friend put me up in her Brooklyn apartment, introduced me to her friends, and took me to haunts I’d have otherwise missed. I got out of Manhattan and visited Williamsburg, Bushwick and other Brooklyn spots (my favourite being Brooklyn Heights). I became familiar with, but failed to master, the New York subway. Gosh, I even saw a woman poop on it.

Highlights included having my morning coffee in a sunny Central Park, a cheeseburger at Roebling Tea Room in Williamsburg, taking in the view at Top of The Rock, a photo walk along the promenade at Brooklyn Heights, meatballs with Jack, a banana shake at Bareburger, a Saturday stroll through the Meatpacking District, getting lost on the NY subway, mac and cheese at The Brooklyn Star, visiting the Foursquare office, and free booze at a nightclub in Manhattan.

One week later and I’ve just arrived home in Glasgow. Holidays are fun, but nothing beats my King size bed, being with Indie, and my general routine (I like my routine).

Without further ado, here’s my week in New York. In photos.

 
 

Football Faces

I watched the England vs Italy match in Maggie Mays with Big Ry, Wee Ry and Reid. I shot these at ISO 6,400 (minus the outdoor one, naturally) on the MKIII. I left the noise untouched in post-pro so you can see how the MKIII fairs at high ISO. S’alright.

And the football, yeah. Well, with my mum’s boyfriend being from Sheffield, I was rooting for England to win. This is unusual for a Scot and the whole pub seemed behind Italy. I’m not a big football fan at all, though, but I am enjoying catching the occasional game.

Afterwards we gatecrashed a 21st Birthday party at 13th Note. It was bizarre. I’m looking forward to work in the morning. It’s just past midnight and I am going to stop talking now.

 
 

Robert and Oonah’s Belfast Wedding

I am always humbled when people give me the opportunity to photograph their wedding. Their wedding. It was more-so  humbling when Robert and Oonah, two people I now consider friends, invited me over to Belfast – a city I’m not familiar with – and entrusted me in photographing their special day.  Oonah sent me the loveliest words after seeing the photos.

“You’ve captured all the people in my life who mean so much to me, we are so so grateful, it’s like you knew what I was imagining and just made it!”

I lucked out with Robert and Oonah; least of all because they both scrub up well (not that I had any doubts), or because they were laid back enough to carry on taking photos outdoors after the rain started, but because everybody who attended their wedding was genuinely happy for them and the vibe was, therefore, perfect throughout the entire day. That made my job easy.

 
 

Sausage Party

I love a sausage party, and I was very grateful to be invited to my friend’s sausage party that they hold every year on May 28th. It took place at Glasgow Green. I don’t spend much time there, but I’ve decided that I prefer it over Kelvingrove Park.

Oh, and this weather! If I, a fair skinned auburn haired woman thing, can get a bit of colour then you know it’s been a good week weather wise. A memorable week, but I’m ready to wind down from all the food, ice cream and ciders that the sun has entailed.

 
 

Wednesday Mojitos

How did this happen? It’s Wednesday. I shouldn’t be drinking. Or eating crisps. My friend is a bad influence. I’m going to the cinema in 30 minutes. How am I ever going to concentrate on American Pie?

 
 

Portraits

Had a few friends come round last night for some pizza and cider, so I busted out the camera for some straight-up portraits. It’s nice to stand on a chair, be taller than everyone and do some straight-up portraits. These two guys are both called Ryan. They play in These Little Kings with another guy called Ryan.

 
 

Charlene Kerr

A fellow drummer, although I feel dirty calling myself one these days, Charlene and I met at music college and quickly became friends. We decided to walk towards Paisley one sunny evening with Indie, my dog. Three hours later and I was actually carrying my pup home because she was exhausted. I am enjoying these lighter, warmer evenings. Keep it up, Mother Nature.

 
 

Argyll Forestry

After spending most of last Summer distracted, I made a conscious decision to really embrace this Summer and lose myself in many outdoor activities. And so, with the proposed weather of  18°, a couple of friends and I went to Argyll Forestry for a mammoth Sunday morning walk, following it up with a pub lunch by the sea. It was the most perfect Sunday I’ve had in a long time; great weather, good company, nature and stodgy food.

 
 

Naconf

Gathering interesting people who are great at what they do and speak passionately about something they love is a recipe for inspiration. That is what keeps me, the insurance broker, coming back to these conferences. I wasn’t as snap happy this time, and I didn’t see as much of Nottingham as I had wanted. When Friday arrived, which was when I was hoping to explore, it was overcast and I had a groggy head and depressed feet.

The conference itself did exactly what I had hoped it would do – made me excited about work. Recently I have felt in a difficult place with work, something I can attribute to almost 7 years working from home on my own, which only recently has driven me insane. Attending New Adventures reinforced that this is something I need to change, so if anyone knows of a nice, shared office space in central Glasgow, please do let me know! I’m open to suggestions.

Anyway, back to Nottingham. Rick and I visited Hooters on the first night and gorged on stodgy food. I thought about getting a boob job. Nottingham people think I’m Irish. This city still has the best Japanese restaurant I’ve been to (I will drive the 5 and a half hours just to eat here. Maybe). I talked about how I want to get into yoga while drinking a pint of cider. Good coffee is hard to find in Nottingham. Frank Chimero intrigues me. My hotel room had a see through bathroom door. And lots of other stuff, too.

 
 
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