Andrew and I are currently looking to buy a
shoebox flat in London. I am finding dealing with estate agents beyond frustrating, so to calm my irritation at people’s ineptitude, I look at pretty things online to go in my fantasy flat that we almost certainly can’t afford.
My main love is looking at prints. In our current flat we have so many prints it looks a bit cramped! I don’t think I’ll ever get to a point where I’ve got a spare wall and I don’t know what to hang on it. I know less is more, so I really need to reign it in. But I thought I’d take a break from food blogging and show you the top five prints I am currently lusting after…
The first one is above. I love otters, love vintage prints, love the graphics. I’d love to have the full collection of all the British wildlife, but think that may be a little bit OTT, so I’d make do with just the otter guy.
I love collective nouns. I like quirky language anyway, but I especially love the humour in collective nouns. A romp of otters? A kaleidoscope of butterflies? Brilliant. Woop Studios have made gorgeous prints out of these collective nouns. I think they’d be brilliant in a child’s room. But I don’t have a child, so I’ll just have to get them for myself. I like this Zebra one especially, as I like the word “dazzle” and love the way the letters standout against the monochrome zebras. I wish that massive D wasn’t at the end though, as it looks a bit out of place.
I have a favourite art shop, it’s called The Only Place for Pictures and is at the top of Upper Street in Islington. I basically can’t walk past without going in. This print hangs above the till and tempts me every time I go in. Although we don’t live in London Fields, we have a lot of friends who do and I love the tag line “No Underground. Get over it.” I can imagine some of our friends actually saying that.
I love maps. I could look at maps for hours. I really love this hand-drawn map of London by Jenni Sparks. It’s definitely I could look at again and again and always find something new. I also love seeing where the tube lines actually run and the pops of colour it adds to the print.
Not sure why there’s a splodge on this one! Anyway, The Tiger Who Came to Tea by Judith Kerr was my favourite book as a child, and has since been my niece and nephew’s favourite book too. I love the story and and wonderful, soft illustrations. It brings back really lovely childhood memories for me looking at them. I would rather the end illustration, of Mum, Dad and Sophie eating sausages in the cafe, but I couldn’t find that anywhere. Anyway, you could probably only get away with this if you did have a kid sadly.
And that is my “embarrassingly-middle class” taste in prints.