In July, the Frieze Art Fair is on, and this year Michele Mathison — a Zimbabwean artist resident in South Africa — is featured in the 2018 edition of Frieze Sculpture in Regent’s Park. I love the idea of pairing my culture with a constitutional.
This was necessary because I had a dinner date with my brother at Yotam Ottolenghi’s Mayfair temple to Middle Eastern and Mediterranean cuisine: Nopi. I pilgrimage here as often as possible, and I stay put for the evening. Our waiter left before us — just saying. But attempts at postprandial drinking were cut short as I started dreaming of my bed at Eccleston Square, Queen Victoria’s granddaughter’s former residence.
Sunday started with a visit to Barry’s Bootcamp. It is what is says on the box, albeit a rather posh bootcamp with overtures of a nightclub while you get your high-intensity intervals on. It’s set back from the street in Eccleston Yards — an urbane inner-city multi-use development off Elizabeth Street.
But brunch was beckoning. Blood-sugar levels were plummeting, so a cab ride to the Chiltern Firehouse in Marylebone was up next. The inventive Sunday brunch menu brings André Balazs’ Los Angeles flair to this quintessentially British set-up. The courtyard is a monochrome people-watching fest. I was hard pressed to leave, but the Picasso exhibition at the Tate Modern was my last port of call, and I needed to get my art fix, followed by rosé and chilling out to the Tate’s DJ summer sessions. Brexit be damned: best of British — yes, please.