There are so many things here I will never understand.

The worst thing you can be in this country is a ginger, the sideburns had to go.

The covering of the last, a very intricate and ancient process involving steady hands and a shitload of masking tape.

Hermione and Harry at Cordwainers. This is my homegirl Masami, she is a 41 year old lingerie designer from Tokyo who gave it all up for shoes.

The tools of the trade. Uh, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me.

My first insole, the metal part is called a shank. It's a lot like when people in jail get shanked in the shower room but different.

This sums up what I feel like riding on the tube after a long day.

A proper english breakfast, the first of many.

My first lesbian outing in London. There was pool playing involved and the consumption of ethnic food, stereotypes do happen.

Tangible proof that my neighborhood is fun and quirky.

This is what I see when I look out my living room window at about 8pm

This is Liverpool Road at mid-day, I'm not mad at it

The park or 'square' as it were, around the corner from my flat

This is my street in the hood, all up in the N1.

Welcome to Angel in Islington, headquarters of the yummy mummy