Lara Croft, My Halloween Alter Ego

This picture ought to have my family back home good and worried - no fear Ma, it's just a little Halloween fun! I can't remember the last time I dressed up for Halloween, but I forced myself to get into the spirit last night for my friends' Lindsay and Mike's Halloween party. I went as my very favourite action heroine Lara Croft, from the video game "Tomb Raider" (which was also made into two awesome movies starring Angelina Jolie). I know it looks agressive with the guns and all, but she is a force for good...really only shooting mummies and stone creatures and monsters as she seeks buried treasure and saves the world -- a female Indiana Jones. And she is, I might add, an English character.

I was glad it was a Halloween party hosted by Americans, as in England, Brits only tend to dress as something scary for Holloween -- such as a witch or ghost or vampire or ghoul or mummy. But in true American style, we dressed as whatever we wanted. There were some devils and a bloody butcher in attendance, but there were also two well-appointed geishas, Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz (my friend Kate), a sexy Robin Hood (Lindsay), Ali G (Mike), a dog, Amy Winehouse and her husband (Sherri and Jacob) and of course, a handful of plainclothes people who came as themselves.

Anyway, it was a fun night and I enjoyed my alter ego. I will be a bit sad to return my guns and holster to the costume shop tomorrow.

Heather's Farewell...and Two Waiters

Heather, one of my oldest and dearest friends in the two years I've been here, is leaving for Dubai tomorrow to seek out a life of fame and fortune with her beau Nick. Ok, well, he got transferred with his bank for two years and she's going because she's in love and got a nice job with Edelman's affliate there. I am positive that she....they....will be amazingly successful and have totally good times.

So we had a little goodbye dinner tonight at a totally sweet place called "Small & Beautiful" in Kilburn...underneath the Brondesbury rail track. it is a very cute little place with great food at amazingly affordable prices.

Anyway, I am sad to see her go, but looking forward to my visit to Dubai, which I predict will be sometime between the months of February and May 2008. They have a sweet pad on the beach that I plan to take full advantage of.

There were about 8 girls in attendance tonight (we talked about all sorts of good stuff....jobs, waxing, spa treatments, guys, parts of guys, you know, the usual) - but this is a picture of Heather, me, and two very attentive waiters (we did not ask them to be in this picture, but there you have it). Notice Heather's swank new haircut with the fringe. And notice how huge I look in my coat...but that's becuase the waiter was unusually small. (It is winter now in England, by the way -- temperature seemed to drop about 40 degrees today). After this picture was taken, the waiter seemed to want to kiss me inappropriately (not that there is usually an appropriate way for a random waiter to kiss you), but I resisted and sort of ran outta there. That was really weird and awkward.

Anyway, Heather has been like a little sister to me, so it was hard not to cry when I left her. But I didn't. Just a little "bon voyage" for now. As usual, I'll probably talk to her more now that we don't live in the same city than I did when we were together. It's always like that, you take for granted the people closest to you. That kinda sucks, really, don't know why that is.

I took the tube home with my friend Sarah and got off at Westminster station. I sort of felt like crying becuase I was sad to see my friend go, but then when I walked out, Big Ben was, bam, right there, huge and looming overhead, all lit up like a happy smack in the face. And then I didn't feel sad anymore...becuase it is so pretty and I was very happy to be staying/living in London. So I took a picture with my camera phone to capture the moment -- and here it is. That was good karma. Happy trails, Heather!

Bridge Art Fair and "The Crack"

Thursday night, I randomly ended up at the Trafalgar Hotel after work with my pal Lindsay, who had tickets to the Bridge Art Fair -- a coming together of art galleries from around the world that set up shop in more than 80 nicely-curated rooms at the Trafalgar.

After having a few cocktails downstairs in the bar, we began our wander around 9pm. It's a cool concept. In some rooms the beds have been removed, in others, not, but each room boasts it's own collection (by gallery), and you can chat with the gallery owners/managers, and in some cases, the artists. I really liked much of what I saw, and surprisingly, a lot of the work (mostly all for sale) was relatively affordable, so it was nice to look at so many great pieces that you could actually consider buying (I did, however, walk away empty-handed).

I only made it through 2.5 floors before I had to call it a night, as my 3.5 inch heels were not feeling so friendly and I was shaking off the last of my Tokyo jetlag. But the fair is a clever idea, one that will also manifest itself in New York and Miami. For more information, you can visit www.bridgeartfair.com.

Saturday, my friend Carmen and I went to the Tate Modern to see Doris Salcedo's new work commissioned for the Tate's massive Turbine Hall. Titled "Shibboleth," it is a crack in the smooth concrete floor that starts as a hairline and runs the full length of the hall, going a few feet deep and wide in some areas. Despite much speculation, the Tate will not reveal if the crack was actually drilled into the floor of the museum, or if it was created on a "false" floor laid on top. From what I can tell, it looks like the real floor.

What's it all about? Here's the short of it: The work is supposed to "ask questions about the interaction of sculpture and space, about architecture and the values it enshrines, and about the shaky ideological foundations on which Western notions of modernity are built. In particular, Salcedo is addressing a long legacy of racism and colonialism that underlies the modern world. ‘The history of racism’, Salcedo writes, ‘runs parallel to the history of modernity, and is its untold dark side’. For hundreds of years, Western ideas of progress and prosperity have been underpinned by colonial exploitation and the withdrawal of basic rights from others. In breaking open the floor of the museum, Salcedo is exposing a fracture in modernity itself. Her work encourages us to confront uncomfortable truths about our history and about ourselves with absolute candidness, and without self-deception."

Pretty deep, huh? Well, despite the debates I have had with certain friends over this (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. OLLY.) and all the cheap jokes made at its expense (MOMA in NYC really deserved it, not these overly-practical Brits) I could totally buy what Ms. Salcedo is selling. I get it. But what I REALLY found compelling about it was the interaction people were having with it. In my opinion, art is ultimately successful if it makes people curious and starts them talking, and if it engages a large cross-section of people. The crack certainly delivers on that. The place was overrun with adults and children alike. Kids were down on their knees peering into the crack, some with small binoculars examing the crevices and the wire intermeshed with the concrete inside. Adults were straddling it and posing with it for photos. People were comparing it to other things, like the Grand Canyon (ok, that was me) and Georgia O'Keefe paintings (ok, that was me too, but there were other people doing it as well). People were trying to keep their kids from stepping into it. Other people were purposely stepping in it. At the end of the hall, the crack seems to continue, underneath the wall....so people were down on their knees, positioned with their heads upside down, trying to see where the crack went. There was lots of talk and hypothesising over how the crack was made. Was it real? How did they do it? How will they put the floor back right?

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Tokyo Overload

I just returned from a week in Tokyo for work, and you might find this shocking, but I LOVED it! Ha ha ha, I know you people think I LOVE everything, but I really REALLY loved it! I can’t help it, I have chronic world love.



Clueless Arrival in Another New Land

We arrived on Sunday morning, and thanks to a surprise upgrade to first class on BA, I slept like a proper person so I didn’t feel wrecked when I got there. I was travelling with two colleagues/friends, Kath and Sheryl. We decided upon arrival (based on no real evidence) that the train would be the fastest and easiest way to get into the city. So we purchased tickets and promptly got on the wrong train, a fact we realised about 15 minutes into the ride. After some mass confusion over train maps we couldn’t read or understand, we managed to get off at the correct stop where we connected to the subway to get to our hotel. We navigated the subway pretty well, although our very large and heavy suitcases were problematic, given lifts aren’t very prevalent in the Tokyo subway, but lots and lots and lots of stairs are. That was fun. At one point, a little man about the same size as Kath’s suitcase helped carry hers down the steps. About 3+ hours later (like I said….train…..fast and easy!), we came out of the subway to find ourselves in the rain and lost. Visibly confused, an English-speaking man pointed us in the right direction, and 15 minutes later we arrived at the Westin Hotel (in the Ebisu neighbourhood) soaking wet. It’s good to arrive at foreign destinations looking swell like that.

One Sentence about Work
(the details of which must remain highly confidential to sustain the air of mystery I am nurturing….is it working?)

We worked all day every day, Monday – Thursday, and a bit on Friday. But there were a few outings to get out and have some fun. I didn’t sleep a whole lot. Here are the highlights, not in chronological order:

Innovative Toilets, Clear Umbrellas, Taxi Doors that Open on Their Own, and Talking Jumbo-trons

I always start with food, so I’m going to do something a little different and begin with the next logical thing: toilets. Toilets in Japan are the Mercedes Benz of the category compared to anything I have seen. The seats are heated, and attached to the side is an electrical console (which somehow seems dangerous) with an array of bidet functions and a button to make false flush noises in the event you need to mask any undesirable sounds for others in the bathroom. And taking that point a step further, at the office where I was working, each toilet stall has a motion sensor so that when you go in and sit down, a little speaker loudly emits “white noise” along with the sound of chirping birds -- quite a startling thing for a first-timer. But once you get over the initial surprise, it’s kind of like being in an electric rainforest.

Speaking of, it rained the first two days there, which allowed us to see a bit of iconic Tokyo – clear umbrellas. Most everyone carries them. White handles and clear plastic tops, a sea of them covering the streets and sidewalks. It’s whimsical. I was going to buy one myself to take home, but decided the effect would somehow be lost in London.

Then there are the taxi doors that open and close all on their own -- very “Mr. Roboto.” The taxis are immaculately clean, however they all smell faintly of stale cigarette smoke. You can smoke in taxis, on trains and everywhere really (and the Japanese certainly do)….which is odd after living in smoke-free cities for the past 7 years.

In Times Square in NYC, there are jumbo-trons everywhere (the super size video screens that hover over the city broadcasting all sorts of mindless crap), but they are silent. In Tokyo, there are more of them, and they all emit sound, so there is a constant buzz of loud Japanese noise coming from everywhere in the streets….voices and sounds all talking over each other. Guess the noise saved by no slamming taxi doors is replaced with talking jumbo-trons. It’s wacky.

Ok, now for the Food!

Holy deliciousness! We had a few really stellar sushi/sashimi-filled meals – one at a place atop a 30-floor building (the name of which I can’t remember). It was close to our hotel in Ebisu. The food was great and the surrounding views of the city were magnificent. I haven’t really seen a city like Tokyo since Mexico City, in that you can only see big city in every direction to the horizon….it dwarfs Manhattan from an aerial view perspective, it’s extremely fantastic.

My favourite thing at that meal was this savoury crème brulee-type texture thing (made from bean curd) with mushrooms and some other yummies in it. It was served hot in a little pot with a lid and was so rich and delicious. I will need to find out what it is called on the Internet (because, um, just asking the waiter would have been too pedestrian). There was also an assortment of sashimi and sushi that just kept coming and coming and coming, as well as grilled meat kabobs and a passion-fruity granita/sorbet type thing for dessert.

Another standout meal was Thursday night at a Korean BBQ where we sat around the little tables (I forget what you call them, but they are the tables you sit around on cushions on the floor and your feet go down in the little well-like area underneath). There were plenty of vegetarian options, but it was mostly all platters of thinly-sliced raw meats that you cooked yourself on a central charcoal grill in the middle of the table. I don’t really eat red meat, so I just had fun cooking it all (I love anything that requires cooking with tongs). I did try a little taste…it was pretty good, for meat, that is.

Karaoke, Western-Style (pictures to come)

After the Korean BBQ, we decided to go be very predictable and sing some karaoke. So a group of about 15 of us went to a karaoke place, rented a small room complete with a dynamically lit “stage,” got lots and lots and lots of drinks and set out to be rock stars. All I’ll say about this in summary is 1) we were there for about 4+ hours, 2) there were three microphones in circulation that were being grabbed at by all the entire night, 3) singing was not enough - soon into it, we pushed the tables aside so we could dance as well, 4) did I mention the drinks never ended? and 5) if I never hear another Bon Jovi or Aerosmith song again in my life, that’s just fine. One of our Korean colleagues made some astute observations about westerners and karaoke - such as - we do not respect the microphone, nor do we really try and sing (yelling would be the best description). Oh, and the crazy dancing on the furniture was a new twist for him. So see, it was truly a cross-cultural learning exercise.

Tsukiji Central Fish Market Visit(still decked out in all-night party clothes and trying to mitigate emanate hangovers)

Around 4am, we got kicked out of the karaoke place and a few us decided to take advantage of being awake at the early hour and go to the Tsukiji Central Fish Market (3-6am is prime time for seeing the market at it’s busiest). Tsukiji is the largest (and perhaps best) seafood market in the world. So, five of us piled into a taxi, went back to the hotel to grab our cameras and went on our way. I don’t think anyone was remarkably sober at this point, and being completely exhausted added another fun dimension to the mix. Anyway, the taxi at the hotel wouldn’t let the five of us in his car to go together, so we split up. Sheryl and I were in one car, and three other colleagues (who I’ll leave un-named to protect their integrity) went in the other. We didn’t have our phones on us, but figured we’d just meet up at the market…I mean, how hard could it be to find each other once there? Ha ha ha ha ha…. After waiting on the corner for about 10 minutes (after a 20 minute taxi ride in the dark with our crazy driver driving like a bat out of hell), Sheryl and I figured perhaps there were too many corners at which to be dropped, so we’d find our colleagues inside, a hypothesis that quickly vanished as soon as we got into the place and realised how freaking big and crazy it is.

Tsukiji is a massive high-energy expanse of a market buzzing with workers on foot and ripping around on motorised seafood movers (for lack of the right word). Poor Sheryl was still a little tipsy and groggy and had a few near-death experiences. The workers are there to do their jobs, not cater to tourists, so it’s look at your own risk while trying really hard to not get run over by a motorised vehicle carrying a very large fish.

We cautiously made our way down several long and mesmerising maze-like rows of gigantic fresh (and frozen) fish of every variety on earth. Lots of blood-red tuna, big-eyed red snapper and brilliantly silvery sleek mackerel. And then there were endless creepy crawlies from every layer of the sea -- all still alive in hundreds and hundreds of tanks and trays everywhere. We’re talking scallops bigger than my head, octopus, squid, fish eggs (roe), shellfish I had never seen before of massive sizes, crabs, lobsters, eels (lots of live eels and fish in tanks as well), sea urchins, buckets of white bait, prawns (shrimp) of all sizes, monster clams with massive tails….I mean, how is there anything left in the sea after all that fishing?? And do they get rid of most of it in a day’s time? I’m sure it gets exported all over the world, but geezy, I’ve never seen anything like that. And the amazing part is that the market does not smell overly fishy, a sign that it’s all literally right out of the water.

The Sushi Breakfast of Champions

Sheryl and I were running out of energy and getting increasingly hungry as the hangovers set in, so we left the central market and went looking for a sushi place recommended by my city guide to have breakfast. It was right off the market, so we were able to get there in a few minutes. Even though we kind of knew where we were going, Sheryl asked for directions about three times because she was having fun practicing her Japanese. For 6am, there was lots of laughing and general silliness as we stumbled along. We got to the place (Daiwa Sushi, Building 6!) and were extremely pleased be seated immediately at the tiny 12-15 seat sushi bar. We got there just in the nick of time…when we left about 20-25 minutes later, there was queue that had formed outside. This sushi was incredible, so fresh from the sea, you could tell just by looking that it might jump right off the plate. There was no menu selection, the sushi chef just kept placing pieces and rolls on our plate over the counter until we had to signal for him to stop before we burst. Along with the sushi, we also got miso soup (with fish in it) and green tea….all for a very reasonable 7,000 yen (that’s about £28) for the both of us. After eating and feeling very full, we walked out into the daylight, left the market, dove into a cab and tried to keep our eyes open to the hotel. I fell into bed and got about 4.5 hours sleep. But I had it easy, some of my colleagues had to go straight to meetings and make presentations at 9am….

Friday night: More Delicious Food and Some Friendly Yelling

The last meal I should mention was last night (Friday) at a place called Inakaya in Roppongi, the same neon-lit neighbourhood where we did karaoke the night before. I went with Kath, Sheryl and another colleague, Oscar (he goes by Ren-Ren, but I prefer Oscar). Catering more to the tourist crowd, diners sit around a long communal table surrounded by baskets of fresh seafood and vegetables that you pick from. In front of the table are two chefs who prepare and cook your food right in front of you and deliver it to your seat via long paddles. There’s also lots of yelling in Japanese between the waiters and cooks that I couldn’t understand, but the atmosphere was lively and jovial. We had the most beautiful platter of sashimi I have ever seen (see pictures via the link at the bottom of this post) with mackerel (served with its beautiful silvery skin still on), tuna, salmon, sea urchin, and octopus. It was stellar. We also had prawns the size of small lobsters served with fresh sprigs of lemongrass, succulently fried red snapper (it was decadent), tiny little red crabs that you eat whole (I might be a crab-loving gal from Maryland, but even THAT was weird for me….I made Sheryl try it first), buttery soft beef kabobs, teriyaki spring onions, steamed mushrooms, amazing grilled asparagus, and some large grapes for dessert. Oh, I also had two boxes of sake.

“Advent Calendar-Style” Tokyo Night Life & a Little Lost in Translation

After dinner at Inakaya, we walked around the block to a building that had a sign outside listing what appeared to be a few bars inside. Kath told us that lots of buildings in Tokyo have a cluster of different bars in them on every floor, and you just kind of go in, get on the lift, press every button and see what’s on each floor. So that’s what we did. The top two floors did not produce any results. We got off the lift into stark, empty hallways with non-descript doors. The first door we opened seemed to be someone’s apartment with some people sitting around (“oops” sorry!). When we opened the next door, a Japanese man dressed as a geisha rushed towards us and told us they were full and we couldn’t come in. That was strange. It seemed like maybe it was more of a private “gentlemen’s” club. The third door we opened brought us into a very stark and modern bar/lounge – everything was white, but there was no one in it.

We had one more door to try on the second floor, at the end of the hallway, with a sign over it that read “Rush Hour.” We opened it and were almost immediately greeted by a waiter who rushed toward us with a smile asking “4 people?” and beckoned us to follow him to a table….we didn’t really have a choice but to go in. We left our shoes at the door with all the others and stepped into a small dark room with about 3 long tables, two long white vinyl booths on either side, a giant gold Buddha that took up most of one wall, and a small semi-circular bar sunk into the ground. It was very small and dimly lit with mirrors on the far end wall. You had to climb over the back of one of the white banquettes to get to the other side of the table.

Next to us was a table of three Japanese men and two women, then there was the waiter/bartender (wearing a white T-shirt with a satiny purple vest/bib over it), a waitress, and a couple other random Japanese men at the bar. Loungy club music was playing. Later on, two very coiffed hipster guys came in and joined the people at the table next to us. It was obviously a local place and I got the feeling they weren’t used to foreigners rolling in unexpectedly. The menus were all in Japanese, so we just ordered a bottle of champagne. The waitress also brought us out some tomato, mozzarella and basil, and later some Tex Mex-style nachos. She kept asking us if we wanted more to eat (we were still so stuffed from dinner), if we were too cold, etc…everyone was so nice, and very interested in where we were from and if we liked Tokyo.

Then, the table next to us bought us all a round of tequila shots and we all began talking. Well, kinda. No one really spoke English, so it was a lot of laughing, repetition and garbled chatting. Oscar can understand a bit of Japanese, so he helped translate a little. But that’s the thing I love about the people there, they are not at all bashful to try and have a full conversation with you even if you have no common language. It’s almost like, if you just keep talking your own language, eventually everyone will understand each other and it will all make sense (or, maybe it doesn’t need to make sense to still communicate, not sure). Regardless, there is so much laughing and friendliness…it’s endearing.

We tried to re-pay the favour and buy them a round of vodka shots, but the waiter brought out a bottle of gin instead and proceeded to mix it in the shot glasses with a little tonic. It didn’t seem like they really cared for the gin (the waiter/bartender certainly did though, he was taking sips between each shot he poured), but they graciously drank it.

The waitress came over at one point and sat next to me for a chat. Her English wasn’t bad, she was asking me lots of questions about America and saying she wanted to visit.

Working on about 3 hours of sleep over the previous 48 hours, we left after our 2nd bottle of champagne and took a taxi back to the hotel where I immediately fell onto the bed in a dead sleep…it was a fun night.

The View from the Top (of the Cerulean Hotel)

Very late on Wednesday night, after a heated day of team debates and tension, we all went to the bar at the top of the Cerulean Hotel after dinner (where some of the team were staying) to hash out our differences around a table with some drinks and a laptop. The view from the lounge was mesmerising - 360 degrees of the city at night - an endless scene-scape of twinkling lights up to the sky and as far as the eye could see. After getting a glimpse of that view, I felt quiet and really didn’t feel like adding to the conflict any more. Hmmm…perhaps we should send some more people to the top of the Cerulean Hotel (but that’s another blog post for a different time).

Shopping in Shibuya and Harajuku

I managed to fit in a couple overwhelming hours shopping in the trendy and funky hoods of Shibuya and Harajuku. Shibuya is a bustling neighbourhood reminiscent of Times Square with lots of neon lights, noise, traffic and people. There are a few trendy department stores full of fashion and teenagers.

Harajuku is a slightly calmer neighbourhood in some parts, with back streets full of small designer boutiques and cafes….I’d liken it more to SoHo in NY. My hope in going there was to se some of the famed “Harajuku Girls” that Gwen Stefani sings about, but I was unable to spot any….I only saw the clothes (but Sheryl and Kath saw some on their visit, I was very envious). I stopped in to La Foret, a very nice 5-floor department store off the main shopping street, and purchased a top and two necklaces. The fashion in Tokyo is all super feminine – I love it….everything has a nice soft touch to it, if it’s not overtly baby doll-like. Both neighbourhoods are crazy consumery – almost overwhelmingly so. I had to cut my shopping short on Friday to go back to the hotel and work, which was just as well…I was getting vertigo from being near all that shopping.

Common Courtesies

The thing you really see and feel the most after a visit to Japan is how carefully polite the people are. And I don’t mean “seemingly-polite-on-the-surface-because-of-charming-sounding-accents” like the Brits, I mean something very different, a whole new level. If people are sick, they wear masks over their mouth so as not to affect others. The traditional Japanese bow (a greeting, a thank you, a goodbye, etc.) was almost too much to handle in one department store I stopped into (they must be very limber with all that bowing). There is ultimate respect for age and experience. Most meals begin and finish with a warm cloth, even in the not-so-fancy places. You take your shoes off before entering many restaurants, all homes, and clothing store dressing rooms. Also in the dressing rooms, there are disposable face covers so that you don’t get makeup on the clothes you are trying. Going through airport security you are given a pair of slippers if you have to take your shoes off. We had a taxi driver who apologised unnecessarily and profusely when he took us to the wrong hotel, even though WE accidentally told him the wrong place. Drivers and airport staff wear white gloves. If you look lost, someone will often stop and try and help you, even if you don’t speak Japanese and they don’t speak English. All stores and most taxis have little decorative trays that you put your money on when paying and they give you your change and credit card back on them. Restaurant service is overly accommodating and friendly. When receiving someone’s business card at a meeting, it is customary to give and receive it with both hands, appear to actually read it for a few seconds and keep it on the table with you for the duration of the meeting (vs. throwing it in your bag which would be insulting). In shoppes, everything you buy is carefully wrapped in front if you, often in decorative paper (presentation is very important when it comes to gifts and purchased goods). There is a gentleness and sincere attention to care….surprising in a city as gargantuan as Tokyo. And our colleagues in Japan could not have been more friendly, warm and accommodating – very gracious hosts.

What I Did Not Get to Do, Much to My Chagrin

I really wanted to see some of the Shinto Shrines and Buddhist Temples, but I didn’t have enough time in the daylight hours to even see one. DARNIT! That seems ridiculous, but I’ll make that the top priority on my next visit. I also didn’t get to go to the flagship MUJI store, or shop in the fancy Ginza neighbourhood, or have a drink at the bar at the Park Hyatt hotel (made famous in the movie “Lost in Translation,” which happens to be one of my all-time favourite movies). I also didn’t play Pachinko in one of the casinos or get a chance to just turn on the television in my hotel room and see what Japanese TV is like. Or go get a Japanese spa treatment, or wander around one of the many beautiful gardens and parks I read about. Oh, and I didn’t get to try blowfish either. Oh well, maybe next time…it’s hard to holiday when you’re there for work.

Hello Mt. Fuji!

While the weather was warm and humid most every day, it was also muggy and overcast with poor visibility. However, this morning (Saturday), when I awoke to leave, the sun was shining and it was super clear. So clear that I could see Mt. Fuji looming over the city in the distance. It was right outside my window straight on, yet I wasn’t able to se it any of the other days. It looks like a big volcano (Post script: Um, that's becuase it IS a big volano. Duh.) It's huge.

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