When you attend an event with 15 or so other people, you need to find your own niche to talk about. Sure, I can show you pictures of different Design Shows we attended while in London but besides the odd pretty trinket here and there, what you really want is the side commentary non? Fashion wise - London is no further ahead or cutting edge than North America. For the most part, the kids walking around the city either look like they are out of a J.Crew ad or an UnHappy Hipsters shoot.
What was remarkably different though - the Loos. First off, most restaurants or public facilities actually took the time, effort and money to dress the place up. Most were clean and devoid of a Musty, Something Has GOT to have Died in Here Eau de Toilette. I was immediately impressed. Their toilets all have buttons separate from the toilet itself for flushing capabilities - most were dual flush too. No sticking your head down near the um container so to speak... entirely civilized. The allusion of cleanliness. It counts.
In the V & A - google it, you will learn something I'm all about learning opportunities - they even made one such washroom into a bit of a political statement. During LDF, there was a talk being given about Aging & Design. So moved, they carried the message onto the walls of the toilet just off from the Lecture Area. Inside, was be-decaled with social commentary about the aged & function. Thought provoking stuff. So thought provoking that when one redhead, was finished doing her business, she looked around to find the push button and instead was greeted with a dangling cord. Now I've been to London before. All over England in fact.. as a child. I've encountered my share of toilets that were emptied by a chain or a pull. Not phased here. Again, given that this was more than just a toilet but an installation of sorts, I pulled the cord.
You see where this is going don't you.
Well for the love of all things embarrassing, asinine and humiliating - you'd think I had just triggered some some sort of International Security Alarm. The Sirens were deafening but WORSE yet was the immediate sound of voices and banging on the door announcing that they were coming in to save me and to just hold tight. I do believe there was even a flashing red light outside of the loo. I die. Um ya, I'm pulling up my pants - I can't exactly hold tight. I'm frozen with fear and start screaming back "I'm Fine I'm Fine I'm Fine." But that was NOT enough for those young Brits assigned to Alarm Duty at the Loo. I had to open the door and prove to them that I was okay. One woman even went into the Loo to check to make sure that there was no one else in there. Seriously. It was the Thomas Crown Affair of the Loo or something. Jason Bourne escaped out of the window yet again...
Sigh. I haven't quite recovered. Even as I pulled the cord, I knew instinctively that this was not going to end well. But yet, I pulled the cord.
Not entirely Loo related - I also turned my hair dryer into a Hot Rod American Chopper. I have skills I didn't even know. Got blue flames. Saved the hair just in time. Damn Dollar Store Plug Adapters. Useless as boobs on a bull.
I also flooded my bathroom. Oops. That got another embarrassing knock at the door.
Went to Lunch in Chelsea - very chic pub. This wasn't a pub by North American Standards - this one had an impressive wine list and executive chef. Their loos were teeny tiny. So tiny that as I closed the door and went to sit down on the toilette, I had to turn my head and my cheek slid down the door until I was in place. Impressive.
Klassi Kanadians huh??