“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
Not to spoil my latest vlog (below) or anything, but now that I am ten months in, I thought it would be a good idea to employ the most Yorkshire-y Yorkshireman I know to help me share the lessons learned.
…you’ll learn how to speak Yorkshire ‘n’ all, petal.
Unlike most carb-eating humans, I am not a pizza person. The Manfriend, however? The Pizza Person. Since we started dating, my pizza intake (or pizza topping intake, rather) has increased by over 1000%.
All is fair in love and war, right?
Last week, to feed his pizza penchant and my own obsession with trialling new restaurants, we made a stop at Pizza Union in Spitalfields.
The draw was simple: instead of monstrous, doughy, greasy circles, Pizza Union do superfast twelve-inch artisan pizzas. All of which are priced at only £3.95-£6.50 (with a gluten-free pizza base costing only £1 more).
After perusing the menu and delighting in their implementation of the American pager system (I belong to the school of thought which believes waiters only belong in fine dining establishments), we settled in with some nibbles and waiting a few short minutes to be invited – via vibration – to collect our orders at the counter.
For myself? The Stagioni (tomato sauce, mozzarella, cotto ham, pepperoni, mushrooms, artichoke, black olives). And for The Pizza Person? Calabria (tomato sauce, mozzarella, mascarpone, n’duja sausage, rocket).
It took one bite of a swapped slice to get major food envy. While the Stagioni featured some lovely ingredients, it took no time for me to write mental love poems to the Calabria. The sweetness of the mascarpone against the fire of n’duja was beyond perfect; a pizza hater’s pizza, if there ever was one.
To wrap things up, we shared ‘dessert’ in the form of a warm dough ring filled with Nutella and mascarpone. The ‘Dolce’, though simple in concept, was metaphorical crack for mascarpone addicts and a gloriously sweet treat to share.
A pizza joint I’d visit alone? It must be good.
Once upon a month ago, I was chatting to the folk at HTC about the release of the HTC One M8 (you’ll see the red version in my paws, above). While we all know I’m something of a nerdypants, this was actually more of a fashion chat than a tech talk.
In collaboration with one of the industry’s leading fashion illustrators, Jacqueline Bissett, HTC just launched the first ever illustrated look book for a smartphone, placing their flagship device in the limelight.
I was asked if I’d like to be included in the project and have Jacqueline illustrate me with the scarlet smartphone.
Have me illustrated at the creative hands which curated the illustrations of Givenchy, Swarovski, Harrods and more? I didn’t need to be asked twice.
The result is below, digitally, though the full illustration has been hung as the focal point in my hallway. While the illustration is altogether more glamorous than the tired remains of Post-Fashion Week Lela, I think it only proves the accessory magic of a beautiful smartphone. Like a red lip, a red phone is the wearable cherry on top.
(And when all your energy has been spent running around the country in your get-out-of-jail-free-card*…that’s an essential.)
What I Wore:
My #1 Autumn/Winter pick – the Simone Rocha tulle embroidered dress
(in real life)
* The get-out-of-jail-free-card (the perfect Winter coat) from Superdry – the spoils from their Fashion’s Night Out celebration!