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Inflight dating… what next?

Monday, December 28th, 2009

it’s that time of the decade when we look back at the past 10 years and compile lists. I thought that it could be a good idea to wrap up the Naughties with a nostalgic look at international relationships.

I was discussing a number of Turnleft iphone apps with Peter Robinett (you should check Coffeeshoppr on your next trip to Amsterdam) when he forwarded a link to Bluenity, the social networking site set up by Air France KLM. According to the disclaimer Bluenity is a community site for travelers, enabling members to communicate at the airport, during the flight and at the destination. Now call me a cynic but I know a hook-up site when I see one and inflight flirting is one hell of a concept considering that WiFi will be on board most aircrafts over the next few years – in fact Turnleft had been entertaining the idea for a while (but restricted to the most Orthodox followers of our radical chic, Dries Van Noten trenchcoat & 4 am Currywurst dianetics)…

In what seems like a distant prehistoric past, foreign brides were ordered by post. So after a good look at Bluenity I gave the concept a serious thumbs up and could only marvel at how far meet (meat?) markets have gone over the past ten years, to the point where an airline feels compelled to launch its own mile-high club and to allow seat 10C to flirt with 19E on the Amsterdam-Sydney (or even better to let them sit together).

Unless you’ve been on the other side of the moon (or married) dating fads cross the Atlantic and the Channel at the speed of light, uniting Paris/London/New York singletons through speed dating, boardgame dating, 7 to 1’s, silent dating, dating dans le noir, lock & key parties and red-amber-green stickers (shag tags really). That was until the Internet decimated all forms of social interaction. Then all conversations shifted to Match.com, Meetic, Gaydar, Asians4Asians or Totally Jewish profiles. Recent revolution came in the form of Grindr which, according to my iphone, signals that based on GPS triangulation [name withdrawn] is 127 meters away and ready to chat. Grindr nickname: the gay sat nav. Bluenity is obviously the next best thing for international romance – the Friendsreunited of the 2010s for the global generation: you can be on your way to a Ny-Lon relationship on Friday night and have a side fling by the time you’ve landed at JFK.

And just when I was about to wrap up this post on a high note, a Turnleft follower is dumped by her Swedish beau. By SMS. 100 characters tops. Just before Christmas (“hello [name withdrawn]. i have had feelings for someone and thought it wasn’t mutual. i was wrong. sorry. take care”). That’s one sms to frame and it strikes me that the paradigm shift in the Naughties wasn’t so much with dating but with the art of dumping. If for the previous generation a break-up over the phone would have been a breach of manners, a landmark moment was reached in the 1990s when a LA actor dumped his French actress girlfriend by fax – saving himself the hassle of a first-class flight to Paris. It’s been downhill since and there’s something almost romantic about Carrie Bradshaw being dumped with a post-it note. Now a phone call or a fax would seem courteous compared to a Facebook message (I’m guilty as charged), a late-night status update (you know who you are) or a misspelt sms.

So back to Air France KLM’s Bluenity, well done. And hello Seat 5A on the AF003 to JFK. You look good and I have just finished Wallpaper*. Free seat next to me. U up 4 121 NSA? Bring drinks. Bluenity status: offline. Twitter: omg seat 5a is fit lol. Facebook message: hi [name withdrawn] i’ve just met someone on the AF003. sorry. take care.

Trellick Tower

Sunday, December 20th, 2009

Another Saturday, another working lunch in Notting Hill trying to make sense of all the things around us and what they mean for Turnleft. This one took me to posh E&O for a drink or two with Johannes, Turnleft’s creative consultant and all-time muse. After checking preserve and latkes recipes at Books for Cooks next door, we walked on Portobello and passed the flyover for a quick look at Les Couilles du Chien - the area’s favourite antiques shop – and then Rellik – the godmother of all vintage shops. It was very inspiring as usual and we agreed that the cosy world of travel publishing is in need of a new magazine that can relegate Conde Nast Traveller to history… What came to mind as sources of inspiration were Alain de Botton’s A week at the airport and Iain Sinclair’s Hackney. If I remember well, Johannes threw words like semiotics and psychogeography [Later that day I checked the travel writing section at Foyles and Waterstone's only to realise that it is indeed populated with stories of middle-aged men in the South of France and public schoolboys gonzoing their way through Africa/India/Tibet].

Apart from his imminent flight to Helsinki, Johannes also mentioned some ongoing trend forecasting work with a Hong Kong-based clothes manufacturer and it hit me that we should launch a clothes line for the World Cup, something fresh and different that would target football widows (TM thank you – I coined it) and those that feel alienated by football culture but that will still revel during the Cup. In a bout of naughties nostalgia the closest thing that came to mind was my old fcuk football tee-shirt and how daring it felt at the time.

For some reason we then talked about Mademoiselle Agnes, Paris’ eponymous fashion observer. I am not her biggest fan but Johannes – whose brains are permanently in overdrive – dared suggest that her style is the embodiment of Dada philosophy applied to the fickle world of fashion. I’m still pondering.

From there our discussion could only lead to how overrated most fashion bloggers are, and how ephemeral their influence will be in the realm of fashion, even if a few of them made it to the front row. Instead we analysed a range of new magazines, including Candy – the first transversal style magazine dedicated to transvestism, transexuality, cross-dressing and androgyny by the fabulous Luis Venegas, of Fanzine 137 and Electric Youth fame. With Bruce Weber and Terry Richardson as contributors, we gathered that magazine publishing isn’t on its last legs.

And that was it, another Turnleft brainstorm in the shadow of Trellick Tower!

E&O 14 Blenheim Crescent - Books for Cooks 4 Blenheim CrescentRellik 8 Golborne Road - Les Couilles du Chien 65 Golborne Road

Turnleft is back in London

Tuesday, October 6th, 2009

The Sartorialist recently posted the image of a homeless person but Scott Schuman had the elegance to apologise for what could be perceived as a lapse in good taste. I almost did exactly the same Boulevard Haussmann in Paris last week when the scruffiest beggar  flashed his private parts to relieve himself on a parked car. He was wearing a “I Love Paris” jumper… I won’t elaborate on his sartorial style but I couldn’t help thinking about the sad irony of such an attire for someone whose life has been hijacked by the French system and by Paris’ outrageously high cost of living. He should have been the last one to wear a jumper made for American rich kids doing bogus art degrees in the Marais. Stockholm Syndrome?

This is a bitchy way to announce that Turnleft is back to London after a lengthy Parisian exile. This is great news because most of the team is here – we’re already working on new ideas for aw09-10, including a collection of downloadable architecture tours of our favourite cities. If I keep a soft spot for my French hometown, many things won’t be missed: among them €12 drinks in nightclubs that turn down half of your friends because they need to keep a gender balance (La Fleche d’Or being the worst offender) and mi-cuit de thon aux graines de sesame in every new restaurant… But the great thing about Paris is that anyone can dip in and out of it safe in the knowledge that things will never change: same faces on tv, same faces at parties and still the same debate on Paris v banlieues [more on this topic soon]. In contrast London already feels like the schizo mix of same old and frenetic change. The recession hasn’t helped – every second shopfront on Westbourne Grove seems empty (not that I particularly like them) – but the party continues and a few months away are enough to make me feel alienated. I will do my best to catch up!

Day – 5: Paris blog is starting

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Next week will see the start of “Paris aw 09-10 in 30 ideas”, mirroring what has already been done for Antwerp and Brussels last summer. Hopefully London will come next. There’s no shortage of wannabe secret Paris guides advising readers on everything from shopping spots to restaurants to the best baguettes… It is becoming a bit tedious – shoot me if I mention Ladurée, I promise that this blog will take you to uncharted territory and that it will offer a more grassroots perspective on the city.

If you read French this interview with Roland Castro was published in Le Monde last week. He’s a leading architect and his vision for the Greater Paris Area in 30 years is really challenging. He proposes to depart from the modernist, functional planning that has defined Paris for too long – leading to a growing divide between a historic centre and a sprawling suburb – to rethink the city as a 12-million metropolis with many pulsating hearts. In short, the end of Baudelaire’s romantic Paris or at least its dissolution. I know, it’s all a bit highbrow but you’ll get it next week: don’t be surprised if the blog takes you outside of the périphérique or if it explores the legacy of French Communist urban planning. You’ve been warned!

#5 epilogue

Sunday, July 19th, 2009

So it looks like we’ve made our point – we’re not total snobs: we can go to a fashion show at 3pm and binge on salt beef bagels at 3am. A global guide to 4am fast food is under way but in the mean time here are a few addresses we can’t live with after too many Malibu Pineapple (yes it’s back).

Send us your suggestions for other cities.

Amsterdam
Febo Leidsestraat 94 (automate snack)
Febo Nieuwendk 220 (automate snack)
Febo Oudezijds Voorburgwal 35 (automate snack)
Snackbar de Dijk Haarlemmerdijk 145 (sandwiches, kebab)

Antwerp
Frituur Number One Hoogstraat 1 (chips)
Frietkot Max Groenplaats 12 (chips)
Mama’s Garden Oude Koornmarkt 41 (kebab)

Berlin
Curry36 Mehringdamm 36, Kreuzberg (sausages)
Fritiersalon Boxhagenerstraße 104, Friedrichshain (chips)
Konnopkes Schönhauser Allee 44a, Prenzlauer Berg (sausages)
Mustafas Gemuese Kebap Mehringdamm 32, Kreuzberg (kebab)
W Imbiss Kastanienallee 49, Mitte (sausages)

Bruxelles
Friterie de la Barrière 5 avenue du Parc, Saint-Gilles
Friterie Tabora 2 rue de Tabora
Fritkot Flagey Eglise Sainte-Croix
Fritland 49 rue Henri Maus
L’express 8 rue des Chapeliers (pitta)

Helsinki
Eerikin Pippuri Eerikinkatu 17 (kebab)
Metro Fast Food Hämeentie 6 B (kebab)
Big Mama’s Iso Roobertinkatu 26 (pizzas)
Jaskan Grilli Dagmarinkatu (hot dogs & sandwiches)

London
Bar Italia 22 Frith Street, Soho (sandwiches)
Beigel Bake 159 Brick Lane, Shoreditch (bagel)
Beigel Shop 155 Brick Lane, Shoreditch (bagel)
Café Helen 105a Edgware Road, Marble Arch (kebab)
Kurz & Lang 1 St-John Street, Farringdon (sausages)
Marathon 87 Chalk Farm Road, Camden (kebab)
Maroush II 38 Beauchamp Place, Knightsbridge (kebab)
Tinseltown 44-46 St-John Street, Farringdon (burgers)

Melbourne
Supper Inn 15-17 Celestial Ave (fried ice creams)
Stalactites 177-183 Lonsdale St (souvlaki)
Lord of the Fries 9a 2-26 Elizabeth Street (chips)

Montréal
Fairmount Bagel Bakery 74 avenue Fairmount Ouest (bagel)
La Banquise 994 rue Rachel Est (poutine)
Montreal Pool Room 1200 boulevard Saint-Laurent (hot dogs)
Schwartz’s 3895 bld Saint-Laurent (bagel, sandwiches)
St-Viateur Bagel Shop 263 St. Viateur (bagel)

New York
Anytime 93 N 6th Street, Brooklyn
Bamn! 37 St Marks Place, East Village (automat)
Bereket Turkish Kebab House 187 E Houston Street
Cafeteria 119 7th Avenue
Crif Dogs 113 St Marks Place, East Village (hot dogs)
El Idolo 14th Street & 8th Avenue (tacos)
Gray’s Papaya 539 8th Avenue (hot dogs)
Gray’s Papaya 2090 Broadway (hot dogs)
Gray’s Papaya 402 Avenue of the Americas (hot dogs)
Rosario’s Pizza 173 Orchard Street, Lower East Side
Yaffa Café 97 St Marks Place, East Village (falafel)
Yatagan Kebab House 104 MacDougal St, West Village

Reykjavik
Bæjarins Beztu Tryggvagata / Pósthússtræti (hot dogs)
HabiBi Hafnarstræti 18 (kebab)
Hlölla Bátar Ingólfstorg (snacks)

Rotterdam
Febo Binnenwegplein 35 (automate snack)

Tel Aviv
Dabush 64 Iben Gvirol Street
Hakosem 1 Shlomo Hamelech
Orna and Ella The Queens of Falafel 33 Shenkin Street

Vienna (Würsttstand – sausages)
Albertina Albertinaplatz, Vienne 1
Hoher Markt Hoher Markt / Marc-Aurel-Straße, Vienne 1
Nußdorfer Straße Nußdorfer Straße, U6 station
The Kiosk Schleifmühlgasse 7, Vienne 4

Yummy!

Saturday, July 11th, 2009

Another post that’s long overdue. I’m a huge fan of Yummy Magazine, a Parisian title at the crossroads between fast-food, fashion and graphic design. Yes it’s an odd mix but this is by far one of the best magazines I’ve seen lately – to the point where I’ve written quite a few articles on the topic (there’s one in the current issue of Gatsby Magazine)…

The launch party for Yummy 3 was good fun. Here’s a photo by Kristina Hruska.

Which reminds me – nothing beats a tired and emotional salt beef bagel at 5am on Brick Lane. I did a small compilation of the best nightlife fast-food. It’s published in Yummy 3 but I will post a few images over the next few days. Some images are pure food porn!

Yummy 3 party

Yummy 3 party

Precursor_

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

PARIS – This post was long overdue. Precursor_ is a true gem in the centre of Paris, a great little boutique. The brainchild of Laura and Jill, Precursor_ stocks up-and-coming British labels, with regular trips on the Eurostar to bring back unknown creators and limited series to a Parisian public addicted to everything London. The girls are chatty and there’s always a slice of cake.

Precursor_, 35 rue des Blancs Manteaux, 75004 Paris

Laura Parks, Precursor_

Laura Parks, Precursor_