w london perception bar
I have treated W London‘s Library and Room 913 as a makeshift members club for over five years. I frequently danced myself into the next day under its titanic disco ball, made my way through a myriad of martinis while people-watching over Leicester Square, and nestled into back rooms for private film screenings with loved ones.

But I had never consumed more than an olive on any visit.

In all fairness, hotel restaurants typically hold little clout when I’m looking for somewhere to eat. Especially in Central London. With every cuisine conceivable available within a five minute walk, the W had little chance to enter my laundry list of must-eat adventures.

Then they decided to get all gastronomic on me.

This month, the W unveiled their face-lifted bar (now called The Perception) alongside a new dining series set to introduce emerging chefs to gourmands both local and en voyage.

The series has launched with the delicious genius of Magnus Reid (owner of C.R.E.A.M and Legs – the latter of which gained a Bib Gourmand after just four months of business). Magnus has long debunked any misconceptions that culinary success requires qualifications – having none – as one of the most unconventional and exciting chefs in the city. And his residence at The Perception only further proves it.

The sharing-friendly menu is a twisted Mediterranean-European triumph. It pairs burrata with chilli jam and fried garlic (addictive), celeriac carpaccio with buckwheat and gremolata (trust me on this one), and mussels with nduja and fennel (some of the best I’ve had anywhere in Europe).

In my presence, the pasta (see: pappardelle with crab, chilli & breadcrumbs and tagliatelle with sausage/fennel ragu & parmesan) has also been multi-Italian approved and the dessert (the chocolate pot with mint granita, in particular) turned a dessert-hater on his head.

If my Granada Gunpowder (Woodford Reserve, Campari, Disaronno, Carpano Antica Formula, Angostura Bitters) idée fixe wasn’t reason enough to return, this luxury dining experience at a Hackney price tag sealed the deal. I can’t wait to see who Team W London decide to champion next.

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Though you’d find it hard to enter a restaurant without spotting someone snapping their dish for a ‘gram these days, the Huawei Mate 10 Pro launched at Dirty Bones took the birds-eye nom shot to epizootic proportions.

For a very, very good reason.

Huawei’s new flagship mobile phone (and, in particular, its camera) is loaded with artificial intelligence. The device launched with a utility-focused campaign entitled I Am What I Do which showcases how AI technology can enrich its users lives and help us do the great, ambitious and life enhancing things we may or may not know we’d be able to.

To show how technology can enrich my life, I was lucky enough to get to test one out.

All in all, I was blown away. The Kirin 970 processor is insanely fast (and balanced by surprisingly intelligent battery-saving abilities), learns your behaviour to cater to your needs (with built-in neural processing), and turns the camera app into a pocket Annie Leibovitz.

Unlike any mobile camera I’ve used before, the Mate 10 Pro identifies thirteen different scenarios (think food, portraits, nightscape, cats, beaches, etc) automatically to cater its setting to the circumstance.

The photos take no more time or knowledge than any other smartphone snapping process but manage to deliver stunning, high-quality results.

When the 20MP monochrome sensor and 12MP RGB sensor pair with the wide f/1.6 aperture, especially, the photo quality rivals my carefully-curated SLR shots. Even when shooting the best of Dirty Bones’ culinary creations in their super low light.

Everything I have grown to love about modern smartphones has been carried over to the Huawei Mate 10 Pro – the fingerprint sensor, 5.9-inch 18:9 OLED screen, and IP67 water-resistance (the Londoner essential). After all, their I Am What I Do campaign aims to showcase how AI technology can help users mastermind their ideas through digital empowerment.

I am really looking forward to seeing how the Pro impacts my day-to-day after a few weeks at my side. Not to mention the effect it has on my indulgent food ‘grams.

(All photos taken with the Huawei Mate 10 Pro).


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union jack dress
I spent a solid 10 years of my adolescence as a platform-consumed Ginger Spice wannabe.

(Sorry not sorry for the pun.)

To mark the twentieth anniversary of Spiceworld (which coincides with the double decade anniversary of Geri’s emblematic Union Jack dress) eBay.co.uk has taken a look at our favourite Spice Girl fashion moments of all time. With nearly 10,000 live listings for ‘Spice Girls’ on site, the supergroup’s sartorial legacy shows no sign of saying Goodbye (my friiiieeeend…I’ll stop, I swear).

Much like the digital rendering of the word itself, the iconic and beloved response to our Spice heroines’ former style selections seem impossible to replicate in an age where almost everything a celebrity wears will be broadcast instantly and persistently on social media.

Replicas of Sporty’s trademark tracksuit? eBay.co.uk get 40,000 searches for it a month. Posh’s LBD? Two sold per hour. Baby’s platforms? 20,000 sold. Ginger’s union jack dress? 19 sold each day.

I mean, that dress. Those starless stripes. A tea towel sewn onto a Gucci dress was once able to dominate front pages and hearts alike.

The 1997 Brit Awards show-stealer epitomised ‘iconic’. It became an emblem of an entire decade. – the rise of New Labour, the international acknowledgement of Cool Britannia, and Girl Power (knicker-flashing and all).

As Mel B recalled, ‘That was the first time I realised how brilliant Geri was. She had a real sense of what would catch on in the press.’

It went on to become the most expensive piece of celebrity clothing ever sold at auction (beating both Marilyn Monroe’s white halterneck and Diana’s wedding dress). That Union Jack carried cultural influence in a way our societal overexposure could curb for years to come.

The trip down memory lane called for a little throwback eBay fashion mission of my own, as you can see.

Viva forever, Spice fam.

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mercante supper club 1
I am a little bit indecisive when it comes to ordering food.

Little bit in the way that Donald Trump is a little bit awful.

It’s not so much that I’m a picky eater but that I’m someone who suffers from culinary FOMO on the daily. When I eat out, I want my choices to not only be better than the versions I could make at home but better than everything else on the menu.

Mercante have developed a rather magical way to do both.

This month, the authentic Italian restaurant launched a monthly ‘no menu’ concept supper club to showcase the seasonal delights of la dolce vita del cibo.

Head Chef Davide D’Ignazio’s evolving four-course menu is revealed to guests on arrival and plays heavily on his home country’s regional specialities.

At the supper club’s nativity, we enjoyed a plate of truly succulent pork cheek (with opaline crackling, porcini carpaccio & celeriac puree), delica pumpkin risotto amaretti with parmesan crumble, sea bass (with a shockingly tasty fennel, olive & caper salad), and a pomegranate gel panna cotta. Each cooked at our side by David while we indulged in perfectly paired wines.

The recipes of which I would also sell a kidney for.

(The ‘no menu’ Mercante Supper Club experience is priced at £55 per person for and will run on every third Thursday of the month at 7pm. Advance booking essential.)


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