Jessica Bride | London@belleannee

Art & Culture Editor for @London
Proud part of @creatingforgood
Food + Travel + Art + Notting Hill
New Orleanian in London

Here are some of the many things I worried about before having children: Would they be healthy? Would I be a good mom? Would I ever wear normal clothes again? Would I drop them? Would I strangle them? Would I provide a good enough home / education / lifestyle for them? Would they know how much I love them? Would I be able to keep them safe? Would they know their grandparents? Would they turn out like me? Here’s what I didn’t worry about: Can you drink chocolate milk from an alligator costume?


Hello, Monday, my old friend!


Nick and the kids are away for the weekend and I found myself with a cool, sunny London spring morning with no one to look after but myself. Went for a run. Listened to music. Bought one coffee. Felt a magnetic attraction to the peace and quiet of Snaps + Rye that exists only because they were still closed... what a gift this morning was. But now I’m ready for everyone to come home because I miss them.


Once upon a time I was known for my amazing cheese boards. Then, @the_social_kitchen came along and schooled me. With friends like these...


The sun is shining bright and the @creatingforgood team is hard at work on today’s 2018 Creative Conference. During a brief break I borrowed a book from the ample bookshelves of @wework but unfortunately it is all about travel so I’m barely unpacked but already planning our next adventure. (Totally kidding, I haven’t unpacked). #cfgworkshops


Here is a visual analogy of what modern art can feel like: The guy on the right is a person visiting @tate. The person on the left is wearing a squash head. No matter how much I might appreciate the visual arts, sometimes it feels like everyone loves something and I look at it and see a man in a squash head.


I travel so much that sometimes I have trouble remembering where I am. And then sometimes the universe sends me a sign and I’m like, “Oh, right. I’m in London.”


This concludes the photo part of my visit to Vietnam and Cambodia. Words fail me, and so in the end I just hope to have a few images that will encapsulate our visit and remind our children of the time we spent there for years to come. I know that these haven’t been the most delicate, scrumptious, light, bright and airy images I’ve ever produced so if you’re still here with me, thank you for sticking around. You know, I love to travel, I love to experience the world in all of its ugly beauty, pain and glory. After leaving the Ton Le Sap lake and seeing the poverty and resilience in display Nick was really thoughtful. “What do you do with that?” he asked me. “Now that I’ve experienced it, what am I supposed to do with the information? The experience?” What a heavy question. I thought for a minute and then answered, “I don’t know what to do with it, but I know that having the experience, the first hand knowledge, is more important than living without it.” We were pulled separate ways before the conversation concluded but its ghost is with me and I have found myself trying to come up with new and better ways to answer his question every day since he asked. I do believe the experience is important as it makes you a more empathetic, sympathetic and engaged member of our global community. I believe we should tread gently with kindness and awareness and I believe that travel leads us there.


Blossoms are in abundance in London and Instagram is telling me that developed nations are faring better than emerging...but the beauty of everyday life in Vietnam is so alluring I can’t let it go. A few more days before I’m back on St Luke’s Mews and I plan to live every minute of it.


We were up at 4:30am to spend sunrise on the mouth of the river where it meets the Cua Dai Sea, and to catch the Vietnamese fishermen returning home after being out all night on the water. I’m too tired to write much more than that...imagine how they must feel.


Good morning, Vietnam.


And now a break from lost wallets and hospital visits and muddy rivers and mosquitos.


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