I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a changeā€”a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

I had to check out the Sketchbook Magazine pop-up store in Carnaby Street before it reached its final pages at its location in Carnaby Street. It had caused a media frenzy with various events that were packed into 3 weeks, and had I been in London I would’ve brought my duvet over and settled down in the corner just to be at each of the events. When I followed Kit down to their basement the other day, what I saw were rooms that were like sketchbooks, spilled out onto walls and floors – paper mobiles, collages, paintings and murals… what a burrow of wonderland it was down there. It’s such a pity I’d missed literally everything that was scheduled (and everyone, including a talk by my darling bubble Susie), but I’m sure keeping an eye out for a next time. Who knows, maybe next time they’ll organize a paper festival for all they seemed to be capable of!