Posts Tagged ‘East End’

Morning coffee at the Broadway market

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

L’eau a la Bouche is becoming my favorite coffee stop. A friend came down from Singapore to celebrate her birthday in London last week, and this seemed to the best place to take to on Sunday to drench in the  sun and soak in the East London vibe at the moment.

Morning coffee at the Broadway market

oil on panel 15×15 cm SOLD

Please email me if you would like to own a similar piece

Related paintings:
Broadway market street on Sunday
Little Georgia on Goldsmiths row
The Dove
Amy Winehouse at the Broadway bookshop
L’eau a la Bouche

update: fellow artist-blogger Suzanne Clem-Wheeler has just wirtten a super nice post about my shoes painting.

Off Dray walk and into Brick Lane

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

I am definitely developing a love affair with my neighbourhood…

Off Dray walk and into Brick Lane

oil on panel 15×15 cm, 2009, on Etsy

11.06.09 update

She has a purpose.
Her bag slung over her arm, she’s on her way

Not really rushing
But not going slow
She doesn’t notice the sun
Shining so rare, shining in her face
Her head is down, her eyes are blank
She only sees where she’s going.

She has a purpose.
Her bag slung over her arm, she’s on her way

by Little Miss Moi

Cracking night out at the Hackney Empire

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

Saturday night I was lucky to go to a comedy/cabaret at the Hackney Empire in the East End. The theater used to be a music hall, holding performances by Charlie Chaplin and the likes.  While there, I saw this couple at the intermission  (fetching a drink and some sushi at the bar inside the theater, how convenient!) and loved the impressionistic light falling on them from above.

Cracking night out at the Hackney Empire

oil on panel 15×15 cm SOLD

Please email me if you would like to own a similar piece

ps: I’ve raised my price staring with his painting.  All the old paintings previously posted here retain their prices as marked.
11.06.09 update:

The theatre: it takes them away
A new life, no regrets about what they say
Intermission, time for a drink
Time not to think
Time to talk and pose and be seen
It’s fun, another world, a dream

Swept away in the theatre flow
The crowd meets for no other reason
Than wanting to see the show

by Little Miss Moi