Thursday, 30 April 2009


Foster#4, originally uploaded by harriet_the_spy.

I am interested in the farm life. Like I am interested in plumbing, building, cooking and digging. And amateur pornography.

My ex's girlfriend gave me a book I guess as "a gesture" on Internet porn. A weird thing to do - and I accepted it even though it wasn't the book I thought it was going to be. And now my ex talks to me more frequently and calls quite a bit. See how people work and how British everyone is being?

I am having "a moment" here in my pyjamas with my Sainsbury's home delivery and the heating fixed and looking at lambs in a bucket. I hope the lambs turn out well together even though one is a ring in. [Click go the shears boys click click click! - LOL]

xx Lektrogirl


Reeve 195, originally uploaded by otisarchives1.


A day off.

I woke up at The Frenchman's house at 7.30am and came home to wait for the man to fix my boiler. Broken pump.

From my sofa I watched:
L&O CI S08 E1
L&O CI S08 E2
CM S04 E21
CSI S09 E21

I ate and drank:
Pasta bows with canned tuna for lunch.
2 x Sainsbury's Taste The Difference crumbed chunky cod loins (atlantic ocean) and half a tub of Hagen Daas icecream.
200 cups of tea.

So the other project Valeria and I are working on, we don't agree on what or how it should be. I think it isn't what it should be, she keeps doing stuff as she thinks it should be. In a way this is quite nice. So soon I think I will just publish the link and it will be a freeform mess of nothing. Or not. We will see what happens.

Xx Lektrogirl

Wednesday, 29 April 2009


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CNV00007, originally uploaded by philietuk.

Mr Chips does it again.

xx Lektrogirl

Tuesday, 28 April 2009


, originally uploaded by sasha_miike.

Monday, 27 April 2009


Moments after the previous post I receive this from The Gash With The Cash:


Time to work those stripy shirts and daisy dukes cause the Social will be hosting the mother of all ghetto tech/booty bass parties, BOOTY BEAST!
This mythical beast has come from the hill tops to prowl the city for unaware booty.

Sweaty shirts, house-party vibes, BB is a collaboration of the best of the underground party starters.

7 Year Glitch and the Aint It Black family will be manning the decks alongside the Godfather of Ghetto Tech himself, DJ ASSAULT to deliver some of the ass popping jams to blow up the spot. All for the prices of…..FREE!!!!

If you like to shake and bake and looking for party to crash this is the place to be.
Now work that back!

Girl U No Its Tru

Plus BIG Guests!

The Social
5 Little Portland St
(just off Great Portland St)

Nearest tube Oxford Circus

0207 636 4992


Life has been going a bit better for me than this rat I saw on the Holly Lodge Estate over the weekend. And better than this fish at the 02 Centre on Finchley Road where their aquarium mortality rate is incredibly high I think. Who can forget that big black fish that was floating around in the tank for months "asleep"?

Then I went out to Real Gold with The Cardinal after scoffing a bottle of Champagne that V gave me for Christmas, what was left of a bottle of vodka mixed with tonic on the tube and even more at the party itself.

Louis Enchanté was there standing in a puddle of water and I had a great chat to him later after he came to dry land and he then introduced me to his brother. While we all talked, a guy spent the evening on his hands and knees scooping up the flood with a plastic half pint glass into a bucket. I was thinking we were going to build an ark but it didn't come to that.

I was very excited to see DJ Assault play. He had called me earlier that day to ask me if I was able to come and hang out cause he had arrived earlier than he thought and he didn't know wassup. Unfortunately I was standing on The Frenchman's kitchen chair with a paintbrush in my hand and couldn't go. A shame. Never the less I got to see the "Porn Star In Training" later that night.

Don't hate a playa guys, just hate the game. It wasn't Assault's best set ever I have to say. He was doing a lot of juggles with doubles which I felt did not work out so great. His set was also his hits one after the other. Rumour has it that Daniel Lee is putting on DJ Assault some time later in the week at The Social which I think is the perfect club for DJ Assault. I would go check out Assault at The Social if the rumour is true!

I prefer sweaty dancing in big gay sweatbox dance clubs. A lot of people were standing there just watching the technique [Serato or equivalent...] which made serious dancing difficult - The Cardinal and I had some real moves going on. Fists ladies. The way to go. I got a lot of compliments from men telling me I am a good dancer. Thanks! Now get out of my way - I have some floor to shine. Guys were also presuming that just because I was dancing to the music that I wanted to be a sub on the dancefloor. I don't want to get dry humped by some English man with the front of his t-shirt pulled over his face. Remember that Icey Blu song Pump It?

On the way home, I found these on the side of the road. What happened?

The following day I didn't wake up til it was time to cook dinner. Yes. I stayed at The Frenchman's. I had dreams all night about sexual liaisons with a very good drinking friend of mine - I'm not sure we actually had sex but we were definitely vibing. If that wasn't peculiar enough, in the dream the windows of his house were wallpapered with aluminium foil, all the shelves were wonky and there were all this random horrible cheap plastic statues of pigs and carts with some crepe paper. And there were chewed up and mangled feathers all through the draughty cold and wet apartment from this mental cat that was eating an old feathered bathing costume. Freud - that one is all yours.

xx Lektrogirl

P.S. In other news, was down again for bandwidth over usage this month. Valeria and I have to come up with some money making schemes.

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Sunday, 26 April 2009


IMG_3657, originally uploaded by ching chong chang.

xx Lektrogirl

Friday, 24 April 2009


Only sometimes

Old - but I can't stop thinking about how good this one is.

xx Lektrogirl

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Hello!, originally uploaded by ..Philippa...

Thursday, 23 April 2009


And FYI V and I are working on another site like lameatnames but a but different. More soon.

xx Lektrogirl



Vogue 1944 , originally uploaded by myvintagevogue.

What a lovely few days, I have had bare legs every single one of them. Some man stepped on my foot last night in Soho though and left a nasty bruise but never mind.

I have been neglecting my blog I'm sad to say - computer tan vs sun tan?

BUT on the other hand, when there are gems like Mr Ibu on the internet doing the Biggie Biggie rap...

And there is this one "I'm Not Stupid" that cannot be embedded. COOL.

xx Lektrogirl

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Monday, 20 April 2009


If anyone remembers, can you please tell me how this became to be a joke at the Lady Gang supper?

xx Lektrogirl


When I do my DIY round the house I always make sure I am wearing a well supporting bra - so of course a tight low cut bra with bows, lace and boning from AP and some comfortable but matching knickers. I think that the base to any outfit is very important - and if it makes you feel good then you will be able to achieve the impossible. A bit like watching Mistress of the Goodvibes Universe videos when she works out in Vivienne Westwood dresses or Mexican wrestling masks. I also have to wear this kind of underwear because my DIY outfit is pretty hardcore - cut off sweats and an old checked shirt from Pasadena. So if I hurt myself and need ambulance care I can keep my dignity. Or if there is someone like the Air Commodore who wants to have fantasies about ladies with tools, [OJ LOL], I would hate to disappoint.

I also like to make sure I have motivational music. I recommend Dr Dre 2000 or Snoop Dogg Tha Last Meal but each to their own [Mrs Kipling... who knows what it could be...]

So it is a bit like this at my house today as I start work on my bedroom which needs serious DIY.

Over the weekend I didn't have my usual DIY outfit to hand so I just put some shelves up in knickers and a bra cause I didn't want to ruin my dress. Yes - it seems that it is a common fantasy for men.

We all know that the Cardinal is more refined that me and she has been known to DIY in a cashmere sweater. I know that Caz has been on her hands and knees stripping paint on the floor. Madame I have seen DIYing in flats [Eley Kishimoto sneakers - green flash]. Mrs Kipling has reported to be doing her own painting and tiling - but I have no idea what she would wear.

I have to get on now.

xx Lektrogirl

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If I didn't I should have done.

I spent yesterday building stuff. Ihave scratches all over my arms, beehive hair and, but a sense of selfsatisfaction that I didnt when i got up on Sunday morning.

xx Lektrogirl

Saturday, 18 April 2009


I love us.

xx Lektrogirl

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And the wallpaper is shocking too.

As for the song - thanks Abrahams. Thistle Lodge. Class.

xx Lektrogirl

Thursday, 16 April 2009


Except if you are poorly dressed, a cheater or I just generally don't like you.

Nervous Stephen has extended the invitation to his private view to his new exhibition to readers of my blog:

Thursday 23rd April at 6.30pm

Franklin Alvarez
53 Columbia Road
London E2 7R6

Selections of the collection have been printed and bound in three
volumes.These will be available to buy on the night.
Volume Three is hot off the press!)

there will also be a chance to hear the record collection being played by
Nervous Stephen and Rocky.

Light refreshments will be served.

xx Lektrogirl

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Stephen Fowler and Rocky Alvarez are exhibiting their collection of HOME MADE RECORD SLEEVES.

24th - 26th April

Franklin Alvarez
53 Columbia Road
London E2 7R6

Stephen Fowler and Rocky Alvarez have been picking up home made record sleeves from junk shops,flea markets,second hand record shops and charity shops for a good few years and along with donated sleeves from their friends they have managed to collect a stunning collection of funny,tragic and clever sleeves.

Jessica Lack recently wrote a piece in the guardian about the collection:

Artist Stephen Fowler is not your average record collector. Sure he’s a sucker for rare vinyl like the rest of us, but since his self-imposed retirement from the DJ circuit last year, he has been exhibiting some of the more peculiar examples of his collection. Yes, it’s DIY cover art courtesy of the general British public, found in the dusty corners of charity shops up and down the country.

It is easy to forget in the era of the iPod, the passion we once had for the single. Tantalisingly affordable at £1.99, it was the cheap slutty shortcut to musical nirvana fit only for pre-teens and philistines. Wrapped in a flimsy paper sleeve, it didn’t take more than the average teenage bedroom sulk to find your beloved Purple Rain cover had become a shadow of its former self. Mottled with white creases, torn corners and buckled innards, it was glossy vinyl’s shabby partner, like Midnight Cowboy’s Ratso to Joe Buck.

Fowler’s collection is the fall-out of cover destitution. His warped specimens are bittersweet testaments to love and loss. Some are perversely pathetic, like a song called Baby Oh! Baby, which has been painstakingly repaired using adhesive plasters. Others are just deeply ironic. The Glitter Band’s 1974 hit Let’s Get Together Again has been re-packaged and a photograph of the group stuck on the front with sellotape has discoloured to a sticky amber, they really are a tarnished version of their sparkly younger selves. More hilariously is a cartoon of a car-crash, complete with decapitations and blood splats drawn onto a makeshift sleeve of Candi Staton’s Nights on Broadway – surely the work of a beleaguered younger brother driven to murderous vengeance by repeated playing?

Other covers say so much more about the teenage psyche than a song ever could. The Human Leagues’ pioneering electro single Being Boiled was released in 1978 before Oakey teemed up with the photogenic Joanne Catherall and Susan Ann Sulley. But here, some pubescent heart has been driven to an act of futile endeavour by sticking pictures of the girls all over the cover – as if the concept of the band without them would be too painful to consider.

Ultimately it is the simplest examples that are the most telling. Rod Stewart’s larger-than-life persona is reduced to a blank white cover with his name written in purple felt-tip pen, Elvis’ face cut out of Jailhouse Rock to make way for Roy Alton’s reggae version of The Lion Sleeps Tonight and Eddie Cochran’s C’mon Everybody – that rallying cry to disaffected youth – is illustrated with a sketch of a dude smoking a reefer. It would be easy to dismiss these acts of random creativity as nostalgia for a time when new release meant queuing with the rest of Britain’s spotty youth for Our Price to open. But the cartoons, doodles and day-glo handwriting speak of the hopes and desires and perversities of generations of school children and their thrifty parents that can never be conveyed by the simple click of a download button.

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P.S. This is my 1000 post!

xx Lektrogirl

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Wednesday, 15 April 2009


Directly from the States across the Atlantic and into my telephone ear:

All work on the production of T-Pain's latest album artwork has ceased due to a golf buggy accident which resulted in his two front teeth being knocked across the course and T-Pain's subsequent refusal to participate in any plans until he has had his appointment at the Chinese dentist.

xx Lektrogirl

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Tuesday, 14 April 2009


April Fools Day, originally uploaded by Lektrogirl.

My nephew has been emailing me a lot quite recently to ask me if I am coming up from Christmas - as if I live in Hobart and would drive up to the town they live. Still like how I say "I'm going into town" like I still live in a small Hobart suburb.

I have another day off after Easter and I don't know what to do. I didn't wake up at my house today and after the works that have gone on there, I was able to open the window in the bedroom for the first time, lie on the bed, look at the sky and breath the fresh air.

Now that I am home, I am listening to one of my "life injection dj mixes". This one is the Fired Up Promo Mix by DJ Guy. Yerrr - the part with G**k Hoes by Bitch Ass Darius / The Raw by DJ Guy is on - my favourite part of the mix. [The other one is the DJ Venom one. I still laugh about how Sam said "This mix would be better if it had Who Let The Dogs Out? in it."]

This week is shaping up to be a good one - Lady Gang dinner on Friday, a birthday party on Saturday, dinner with Nothing on Tuesday. All rather jolly.

Oh god and the injustice of life - House of Wings has turned into CUPPY CUPCAKES. Talk about add insult to injury. AND Archgate has closed and it is just a bullshit café now.

xx Lektrogirl

Monday, 13 April 2009


Tonight I'm at Mrs Kipling's in the well appointed spare room with ensuite. Usually I would be rolling around taking pictures in the nude but I'm not sure it would be 'right' for Mrs K & Co to check their RSS feed and see my bare bum in more places than necessary through their home. Besides, there is something not quite right with me: it's a cross between feeling like The Frenchman doesn't love me and manufacturing a self fulfillinf prophecy. I don't know why.

Anyway to feel better - Mrs K and I both have our woes - we ate spaghetti bolognaise, danced to ABBA til we were clutching our tummies with laughter and shaken-up-dinner-aches, made dog love to Frieda, watched some Nigerian TV about Twoface visiting a motherless baby hostipal and then made a string of Twin Brothers jokes until we got too tired and had to go to bed.

And dat's de bottom line! Hmm! Hmm!

Xx Lektrogirl

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Thursday, 9 April 2009


On my way to get some lunch I laughed to myself thinking how much The Frenchman hates my glasses and asks me if I thould get something that isn't so heavy and from his pocket the other day he presented these retangular wire frames specs he found on a park bench while gardening. I told him I wasn't going to wear some greasy nonces eye wear. And The Frenchman said "Oh well in the bin." By no means a funny story, but something funny to me.

Also, last night I was hanging out with Madames' boys Duke and Joe. We sat on the little kitchen floor and adverted CATASTROPHE or MUMMY WILL GROUND US and made blueberry muffins which Joe hated as soon as he saw them and Duke pretended to like them but really he didn't. So I said they could get some Kinder Delice from the fridge instead. When I arrived, Joe was dressed like a belly dancer genie and Duke was dressed like Slash from Guns and Roses complete with wig and top hat. He went to make his grand entrance to the living room cause they were going to sing me a song, only he was stopped short by the guitar he we strumming being too wide for the door. CLUNK! Hahahaha. Then we watched Mama Mia and sang all the songs together [I was there age when I heard the songs first time round!] and I quite enjoyed it but by the time the DVD started to skip and I got to turn it off early I was quite relieved.

I am looking forward to the long weekend. Aren't you?

xx Lektrogirl


Tuesday, 7 April 2009


From: John Davidson []
Sent: 31 March 2009 00:31
To: Emma Davidson
Subject: RE: Me at sarah lee's house

still haven't seen your sarahlee's house photos. your mother has got a new comp, maybe she hasn't transfered them. F.K.

yOUR SISTER EMAIED ME THE OTHER DAY that tho the dy was sunny in D'port, you could feel that winter fingers were touching one's bones with icy undercurrents. Today I know what she meant. Was bloody cold out in the garden patch thisa.m.. Except today is accreditation day for the home, they check the answer to the question, 'is the government money being spent wisely?. If it weren't for prying bodies snooping around I'd be in bed. MAYBE THIS ARVO? on IT. nEEDless to add, companionless!
What's with you and your ever-changing admirers? French. German? Celonese? LOOK AT THESE? Life is so boring I think the altenative can't be any the worse. I guess I' ll see soon enough/ Cheers. yer

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From: John Davidson
Subject: RE: Me at sarah lee's house
Sent: 02 Apr '09 00:59

got the pics ofyou at the tucker at Sara Lees house. Gawd help us I'd eat tht beatifull looking food offa baby's nappie. I haven't had a real belly-full of ' real 'for farkin yonks. O nly SAlly Ann shit which is crossed turds on a plate with freckles on them, the farkin smell is crook, I tell yer.
Get talkin' to the wall paper and msake yer poor ol' Dad a happier man!Luv yah. Pops.XXXX

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> -------Original Message-------
> From: John Davidson
> Subject: RE: Me at sarah lee's house
> Sent: 19 Mar '09 00:45
> Ain't caught up with ma this week. Saturday prolly. When she brings the
> paper(W.E,Australian when we attempt the crossy. We must be getting older,
> for we cannot do as much of as once we did. Sorry y'r tired. It's a bit of
> a bastard when y'r young you have to spend such a lot of energy just to
> keep up! Ave another effi beer. Guiness for St Pat's day. What beats me St
> Pat was a Welshman who went to Ireland (Omagh) to spread the word. Yet an
> irishman would bang you in the lughole if you reminded them of that FACT
> Your great grandparents were Irish, from Dublin. Which might account for
> yer screwball father's antics? See yer. my dear girl. How about that git
> who gave his Daughter, 7 children. Fark. He was Austrian. So was Hitler,
> and he definitely WAS a nutter. Heil Hitler Luv from yer pops.

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> -------Original Message-------
> From: John Davidson
> Subject: RE: Last night's supper part one
> Sent: 15 Mar '09 23:54
> per the re: three parts. thereis nowt on the input on this comp. Sorry
> to say

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I only like VCB's when they are real dirty.

xx Lektrogirl


Saturday, 4 April 2009


I haven't post may new posts for the John Davidson Fan Club for a while but I have a few emails racking up. I was going to do it this evening actually before 'Family Dinner' - rabbit casserole, kale, cabbage and home made bagels. Instead, I am checking my email and this comment appears about a previous post of The John Davidson Fan Club if you want to refresh your memory about, you can read it here.

Paul G has left a new comment on your post "THE G.A. RECOMMENDS A RESTAURANT":


I know I'm a year late but Schmidt's popped up today because I am meeting someone for a drink at the Charlotte Street Hotel.

Schmidt's was the first restaurant Iw as taken to as a kid. I remember it well because itw as so huge and two waiters - one Greek and the other Dutch - had a loud fight in the kitchen over a football match the previous night and my mother's freshly prepared food was flung during the altercation.
Cut to a few years later and my first job at a phot library around the corner.
Freddie Schmidt funded it; he was the son of the owner and incredibly Austrian/English. Schmidts had just closed down and Freddie was looking fore anotegr business opportunity.
I remember it lay empty for a couple of years at least - this was 70s London which still had bomb damage from WW2 - and seemed like a relic from the Vienna Secession, not the punk rock West End.

There you go.

From an old timer.


Wow. A whole lot better than hate mail from Prancehall.

xx Lektrogirl

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Rimbledon, originally uploaded by Michael O'Neill!.

The Air Commodore can't believe this exists and nor can I!



xx Lektrogirl


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My neighbourhood now

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My neighbourhood then

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A is the Pigalle Metro and B is the actual breakfast place. The connections on the Metro are super annoying, you'd be better off taking a taxi.

xx Lektrogirl

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Friday, 3 April 2009

1944 - 2009

Vogue - March 1944, originally uploaded by myvintagevogue.

Here will be the top Spring look for 2009 coming all the way from 1944. I may have to go to Fenwicks for some haircombs to keep my hair like that [my latest tip FYI for lesbian morman granny fashions.]

Tonight I am going on the razz with the Cardinal and The Air Commodore. I wanted to get to Gerry's on Old Compton Street to find some minatures that The Air Commodore might actually like, but I thought half the fun of our going out ritual is watching his face screw up like he was drinking sour maggotty breast milk when he drinks whatever he gets instead of Baileys or Tequila which is what the Cardinal and I always opt for.

OMG thinking of gross things!! A candidate came into work today and spent a long time in the toilet. One of my co workers came back in a while later asking us if any of us had done a poo today. It was none of us. Our toilet is blocked with a poo the size of a baguette from Eat and will not flush. The perpertrator of this crime was the candidate. The cleaner is going to have to break it up with a stick. Not a good impression...

xx Lektrogirl

Wednesday, 1 April 2009


Okay so WHENEVER I AM IN PARIS which is not as often as it should be, I ALWAYS MAKE A DETERMINED EFFORT to visit L’Estaminet d’Arômes et Cépages for brunch on Sunday morning.This trip I had a fish brunch - smoked salmon, fig and cinnamon confiture, a home made crab paste, another oniony paste with green things that was so delicious, scrambled egg, a scone, natural yoghurt [with a bloody star anise seed if you please which I struggled around London not so long ago to search for!] fruit salad, salad, coffee, apple juice and fresh bread for €20.

You have to sit at this big shared farmhouse table and all the staff are women. I was lucky enough to sit next to some upper class Frenchies who spoke like the recorded voices on language CD's and listen to them go on about food.

This one was in 2007, with a little Amuse Bouche - a tomato soup, charcuterie, and the jam didn't come on the plate this time for some reason but it was confiture de chataigne.

So where is this incredible place? It is at the back of the Marché des Enfants Rouges on rue de Bretagne in the 3rd. The nearest Metro is Temple. The Marché is apparently a bit of a foodies market - there are loads of great wines and cheese, organic vegies and stuff and some well known Asian 'restaurant' there too. It isn't very big though. In the market building in a shop selling vintage photographs and the owner has always been the rudest prick to me when I have been to the shop and I have never managed to have a proper look at anything however year after year I go back in the hope he will be nice and let me look around and buy something. The market is also pretty close to an APC store, another nice boutique called Shine that has nice jewellery in it even though all the clothes are stuff you can get here - Marc, See by Chloe blah blah.

There is also another store not far called ie which sells all kinds of baby and children's wear from Indian and Japanese fabrics made by a husband and wife team I think. She's Japanese and he is from India. You can also buy there fabric, toys, tiles, posters all from India. A bit like Brick Lane only cuter and not as smelly.

Anyway the phone is ringing. Who is it that cares if I live or die at this hour?

xx Lektrogirl

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"He is small and tubby with dark eyes, a goatee beard and a round face. To his army of female fans, he is the embodiment of the masculine ideal. Meet Pierre Hermé, France's most famous cake-maker and the man with a highway to the heart of every Parisienne."

Or I think it is better to take a look at this:

After getting silly stringed and tripping out in the mineral museum, I went to rue Vaugirad and bought some macaroons from Pierre Hermé's 'boutique' for cakes. I considered buying all kinds of presents and then decided I couldn't be bothered and went for just the important stuff - a macaroon taste test.

I bought one of all that were available except for the coffee on cause that would be gross. Pierre Hermé macaroons do not come in nice boxes like Ladurée [Unbelievable! a bit like going to The Cake Hole and getting a Heinz Baked Beans mug instead of some nice vintage china!!!]

The flavours I left with were [clockwise] starting with the white one in the front: Satine [Cream Cheese, Orange & Passionfruit], Carrément Chocolat, Ispahan [Rose, Raspberry & Letchi], Cassis, Milk Chocolate & Passionfruit, Wasabi & Grapefruit, Olive Oil and Vanilla, Rose and the one in the middle is Salted Caramel.

So Wasabi & Grapefruit. It was as gross as it sounded. Sweet, bitter, no wasabi flavour that I could taste and bits of grapefruit peel in the filling.

Rose. Pretty good but I prefer Ladurée. Or maybe I just like that one better cause there is a Ladurée near work. Though this month I read that Pierre Hermé is thinking of opening a London store.

Olive oil and vanilla. BANGING!! So good. The best macaroon I had after the Spruengli cinnamon ones The Cardinal and I ate in bed watching MTV in Zurich until we wanted to die. The olive oil and vanilla was such a good combination - velvety and creamy and not sickly. So good.

I only ate three and couldn't go on and left the others for Goon and Fanny. When they got back from where ever they were, Fanny continued the taste test with great interest and Goon helped clean up the pieces. The least popular was the Passionfruit and Chocolate. Blurgh. I told Fanny I preferred Ladurée and she said the difference is that the Pierre Hermé flavours were more about interesting mixtures. However, I think I want to know what I am getting when I buy a macaroon.

Visit the Pierre Herme website here and order your own. Let me know what you think.

xx Lektrogirl

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empty pockets, originally uploaded by pilgrim' s progrock.

empty pockets

trying to get on the first page of the google image search for "Empty Pockets"

A project I wholeheartedly encourage.