January 2011
6 posts
How To Spend It
This week I’m writing a diary for How To Spend It online…
Check it our for a day by day insight into the goings on at Stephen Webster and Garrard.
http://www.howtospendit.com/#/articles/3614-diary-of-a-somebody-stephen-webster
From hot mines to gold mines
Nazca - Relave, Pullo District
Very early start. Left our lovely hacienda totally oblivious to how gruelling and emotional the day ahead was to become. After an hour on the road we turned off right by a roadside brothel called the “Hot Mine” which had paintings of blonde Slavic looking girls over the stucco walls. Most likely what was being mined inside had less of a blonde yield than...
Ethical Fools Gold
Lima - Nazca
Hotel Antiqua Miraflores. Lima.
Met the whole Solidaridad team at breakfast this morning.
Erik from Holland and Gonzalo, Fredrico and Javier from the Lima office. For reasons that later became clear later I was the only one who ordered coffee. I am open to the possibility that my new found fondness of Pret’s Flat White may have clouded my judgment as to what constitutes a good...
The Slow Gold Rush
London - Lima
Having finally hit the sack at 2.30am, the 5am call this morning was exactly what you might expect - painful. A lot of people would have had an early night ahead of such a long trip, but that’s most people and this is our trip not theirs. Also we would have missed a lot of fun at Hix last night, where apart from our party of 7 there were by coincidence another 20 or 30 other...
Peru
Blimey, that past 4 day week felt like at least a 7 day week.
Why does the planning at the beginning of each year make one feel as though it will be the busiest ever? We only make and sell jewellery but with a creative team like my lot, we always seem to have another idea to realise.
Its Sunday, we’ve had a bit of a day but you don’t need to know about that. The week ahead is so exciting...
Pocahontas, travel sickness and I
When I was little (younger not shorter) my dad said he was going to take me to the burial grounds of the Native American Princess Pocahontas. Even at the tender age of 9 or 10 I knew this sounded distant and exotic. Everyone knew Pocahontas was not just any old Native American Indian; she was a Red Indian just like the horseback warriors with feathers, bows, arrows and hatchets we had seen on...