“Oh yeah. I know Gavin, he’s a friend of mine – great guy” said Pinky as I related having met him at a recent night out in Shoreditch.
“He knows a good biscuit, that’s for sure” I said slicing into an Eggs Benedict weekend brunch.
I’d been invited to come on down to a pop-up jewellery shop at Boxpark on Thursday night. Locating the event – sparsely populated but with the suspended air of more exciting times to come – I introduced myself to the founders of True Rocks – Emily and Dawn.
I got out my trusty Lumix and snapped away whilst we chatted.
“Oh, here’s Gavin!” Emily cried as a mammoth bearded gentleman made his way through a now increasingly crowded kitchen-at-a-party type space. I slipped one of his Rich Tea necklaces over my head.
“What was behind all this?” I asked the artist of said piece. “What were you thinking when you created it?”
“I wanted to do something about buying biscuits – cheap biscuits. I was interested in that exchange.” I looked at the necklace – a delicious treat in rose gold. The concept contained a dollop of quintessential British humour I felt. I wanted to know more, but first I had a burning question.
“Tell me something. Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night with a brilliant idea and think I won’t bother writing that down because it’s so good I’ll remember it?”
Gavin interjected: “I know what you’re going to say next! Yes, I keep a piece of paper and pen by the bed. But the thing I’ve decided is, it’s not the final idea itself that’s important (often looks rubbish in the morning) – it’s the thought process that led to it. Essentially – what’s more interesting is how you got there.”
I looked into his green eyes (or were they blue?) – made more so by a double shiner (malevolent muggers), green sunglasses and the bushiest beard I’d seen in a while. “Does your other half like that?” I asked with a nod to it.
“Yeah! Women either love or hate it. I’m compiling a list of those who want me to shave it off for money. Maybe one day I will and donate the proceeds to my wife’s charity – House of Fairy Tales .”
I finished my Verveine tea, and relating the evening’s events to Pinky. “It was nice wearing that necklace for the evening” I mused, admiring my brunch date’s newly hair free handsome face. “I hope they do the earrings.”