With a prime spot on the shore, a (potentially) sun-drenched beer terrace and highly Instagrammable outdoor seating, The Salvation certainly has an aesthetic that commands attention. I’m invited along for a spot of feeding and watering to see if its dishes match up to its design. Continue reading “Review: The Salvation of Leith”
Until relatively recently, Leith remained captive in its own reputational shackles. Considered locally as the “dock” area of Edinburgh, home to vagabonds and society’s other undesirables, the success of Irvine Welsh’s Trainspotting globally epitomised the area as an axis of poverty, substance abuse, crime and neglect.
It certainly wasn’t somewhere the genteel residents of wider Edinburgh would have considered for date night.
In today’s world of social media, photography infiltrates our everyday. From Instagram scrolling on the morning commute to night out snapchat stories, documenting our lives through a lens has increasingly become the norm.
But with the rise of everyday photography, have we forgotten the value of the art itself? Continue reading “Click”
So last week the boyf, our neighbours and I went along to check out Projekt 42, a new gym space at the Newkirkgate shopping centre, Leith.
If you haven’t heard about it yet, Projekt 42 is a new community gym and wellness centre. As a charity, it’s supported by donations and grants and aims to provide “mindful exercise” to the people who need it most. They’re currently in the process of building their gym and wellness centre just off Leith Walk, so the location at Newkirkgate is a temporary one.
Anyhoo, we heard about it, thought it sounded cool and since it’s 5 minutes from the flat, we thought we’d check it out. Here are my thoughts… Continue reading “Rookie hookin’.”
Finding a good hairdresser is like finding a good partner. It can take time, tears, and tantrums, but when you find the one you ain’t never letting go.
In my 26 years I’ve never had any particular loyalty to a hairdresser. As a student my hairdresser choices were dictated by whoever I could find in my Snapfax (ah, remember them?). There was a period (best forgotten) of trialing home dyes (word of warning – the colour on the box is not real, you are chasing a pipe dream), before I graduated to trawling Treatwell for local hairdressers whose prices didn’t determine whether or not I could afford to eat for the rest of the month. Continue reading “Hair Today”