“A restlessness pervaded his slightest movements as he sat behind a desk in the small dusty office that overlooked the minarets of the Near East. The call of the muezzin cried and wailed in the distance…”Read more ›
Articles by: Lavinia Blundell-White
A proud mother and a mistress of dreamlike prose that cuts deep into one’s soul with a serrated edge dipped in sugar, Lavinia spends her time taking baths in Chanel No. 5 and immersing herself in dusty shelves of black vinyl, cherishing life’s music and intrigue. Expect the unexpected and prepare to wander along her pathways of wondrous words.
“Julian Bliss is surely a case for the progressive education movement, a shining example of nature versus nuture. At the age of five he decided to pick up a clarinet of all things, and learn to play it.”Read more ›
“I found myself at the chic new concrete concourse that is Kings Cross at the hitherto unheard of hour of 8am, to catch a train to the unknown quantity of Middlethorpe Hall in deepest Yorkshire.”Read more ›
You have snagged yourself a Valentine’s date with a beautiful, mysterious, curvaceous bundle of trouble. What’s an intelligent, urbane man about town to do by way of preparation? A few words of advice from Lady Lavinia…Read more ›
The sun sets in Ibiza at around 9.57pm, and as the moon comes up so do I, surrounded by a rush and heaving mass of vibrating bass, boom, boom, boom and in my head there, I go, you, me, I, he, all at once.Read more ›
My reactions to music are purely emotional: love, hatred or indifference. Music is only important in as much as it affects me and colours my responses to memory, bitter or happy. To me, many ‘important’ album reviews penned by the grown-up equivalent of rampant teenage boys leave me bored. It [...]Read more ›