Jian Wei came to stay this weekend and we spent Friday pottering around the Northern Quarter, drinking Oreo milkshakes in Oklahoma Cafe and I found a handful of treasures in my favourite secondhand shop including some mint condition duck egg blue sixties knickers which, alas, do not fit me and so will be making their way into the shop when I have my next, albeit long overdue, listing frenzy.
We had made grand plans for a day trip to York, but we woke on Saturday feeling lazy and so we popped next door to take in the Mary Kelly exhibition at The Whitworth Art Gallery which was very text heavy and so assuredly deserves another visit. We then wandered down to The Cornerhouse and ate aubergine and goats cheese salad with flatbreads before watching Howl which we both thoroughly enjoyed. There really seems no end to James Franco's abilities as he head on tackles the roles of actor, writer and scholar - one can't help but marvel at his motivation skills.
Sunday was (another) lazy day spent submitting my postgraduate application forms - wish me luck! - followed by Dominoes' pizza and some frantic reading in time for this morning's 9am seminar on Ezra Pound's Hugh Selwyn Mauberley (of which the title of this post is taken.)
In the pictures you can see the cotton sweater I got with my most recent uniform allowance and my most adored black patent t-bars. They are identical to the sort of shoes I used to wear to school when I was seven except they had a little window in the heel and a tiny key you could insert and turn to reveal a secret image! I have memories of my mum pulling me by the hand as I threw a tantrum in the middle of the highstreet when she, initially, refused to buy them for me. I'd like to say I'm less of a brat these days but...
Jian Wei got the train back to London this morning but I have him to thank for the beautiful pictures he took on a Pentax K100 he borrowed from his flatmate. You can see more of his pictures over on his own blog.