Nomadic Emma

A lonely pink cardigan lies discarded; destined to spend the Easter holidays alone at the Royal Academy of Dance, Battersea.

I have been pondering this phenomenon for quite some time now. I was never sure if it was due to a special magnetic field around the escala...

It's not much fun working at an office located in an area which appears to have had its day about the time when shoulder pads and leg wa...

Every morning I follow the same path through my neighbourhood, towards the tube station. When the snow melted, I discovered these tiny bei...

Sometimes, when work seems to be constantly pressing on my shoulders; or I have to stand the entire way on the tube for the 64th time and so...

On the first warm & sunny day of the year, London goes a little bit mental. Speaker's Corner, Hyde Park reveals more than its fai...

After a Friday evening stroll through constructivism with Rodchenko and Popova, we stop for a swift game of chess at the Tate Modern.

The first day you were in my life dawned crisp and cloudless. The early morning light was not at all shy about sticking its arms through the...

Sunday morning caffeine fix a la Peter Gordon, at the Providores Great coffee, outstanding veggie fry up, and all in the company of marvell...

It is sometimes easy to forget, as you sit at your nice desk, in front of your nice mac, drinking company-provided Rooibos tea, with company...