The other Hermes

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Gertrude Hermes was not just a sculptor but also a print maker and engraver. I missed an exhibition of her work at the Gunnersbury library a few months ago but hearing about it really made me want to find out more about her work. She looks like an independent spirit.

Colour factory

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Coloured crepe, mochi and macarons, magnetic walls, portrait booths, sound rooms and mind maps, ombré balloons and selfie wind machines, spinning plinths, pie charts, dance floors, glitter walls, an alphabet… Magic.

All photos New York, Oct 2018.

Wit and style

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Colleen of @vintage_egyptologst is not only stunningly beautiful with a beautiful collection of vintage dresses and full access to my Amelia Peabody fantasy life, but she is also great at using Instagram to give bite-sized lessons about bovid deities (yes, I had to look it up too), Peleset headdresses, the stage-like purpose of Egyptian temples and the civil wars of Karnak. Sign up now on Instagram to follow her for more.

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A time of green things

I think of that time of year as a time of green things. Green like me, and unlike the city. Around the same time as the green melons, fruit sellers started to sell yesil erik, green plums…

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My first year in Istanbul I didn’t understand the plums. They are small, almost like oversized cherries, and hard. The second year we sit in the heat with whiskey and a saucer of salt in a spot where we can see the Bosphorus flow. Take a plum, bite a piece out, and dip the wet opening into the salt – just so, not too much. Now take another bite. Now a sip of whisky. The salt and the cold tart flesh and the smoky liquor and the ships that go by with their red – blue – grey containers packed high like a child’s wooden blocks do make sense. I begin to laugh. Now, I look forward to the green plums each year.

Green plums in FARE Istanbul. Image by @niftyswank