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Angela searches the world wide web - January 9, 2012

Website/blog of the week - NOWNESS

Each day, NOWNESS showcases an exclusive premiere of the most inspiring stories influencing contemporary culture and global lifestyle, previewing the latest in fashion, gastronomy, art, film, music, design, travel and sport.

Believe me if you head over to the NOWNESS website you will be there for hours.

"What are your fondest memories of Il Pellicano? I spent every summer at Il Pellicano and I have so many memories of the parties and suppers; women in turbans and men in penguin suits. Each Friday night my parents would host gala nights. I remember taking lobsters from the barbeque and putting them in the pool while everybody would be dancing around the seafront in dressing gowns. It was all so fabulous."

"Since her first trip in 2010, Belgian model Anouck Lepere has visited the isolated village of Banda in southwest Rwanda three times to volunteer with Kageno, a charitable organization founded in 2003 to transform impoverished communities into places of opportunity. NOWNESS commissioned Dutch photographer Dana Lixenberg to document Lepere's latest visit in January, in which she joined forces with the women of the village for a collaboration with Repossi, the Paris-based Italian fine jewelry house. Woven with aloe threads, banana leaf and other local plants, the necklaces and bracelets created in Banda will be ornamented with silver and gold locks and chains in Paris and then sold by Colette, with all proceeds going to Kageno."

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in Culture:

The Jaipur Literature Festival where Martin Amis, Junot Diaz and Nobel laureates Orhan Pamuk and J.M. Coetzee were among the 50,000 to attend the five-day celebration.

Chef, restaurateur and best-selling cookbook scribe Yotam Ottolenghi touchingly shares his family-oriented outlook in photographer and filmmaker Ben Ingham’s intimate short. “We wanted to create a portrait of the way I live, the way I work; to give a picture of my life,” says the Israeli-born gastronome, who turned his back on a career in journalism to study at Le Cordon Bleu London at the age of thirty.
Watch short film below:

Ottolenghi: Love is the Right Word on

Alice Waters

Alice Waters: Edible Education on

on Music:

When Jimi Hendrix played guitar, the world listened. The Seattle-born icon, who would have been 69 today, is more than any other guitarist synonymous with the electric six-string, an achievement honored this week by Rolling Stone magazine, which named him the “Greatest Guitarist of All Time”. Born to James Allen “Al” Hendrix and Lucille Jeter, Hendrix was part Cherokee and his father had six fingers on both hands

Tumblr of the week: Cubicle Refugee. Each day is a different tone and color.

Photographer of the week: Christopher Herwig. Soviet bus stop series -

DIY of the week: Make your own natural beeswax lip balm.

How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer,
wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.
How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,
fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard
and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots.

There are no abbeys here, no crumbling frescoes or famous
domes and there is no need to memorize a succession
of kings or tour the dripping corners of a dungeon.
No need to stand around a sarcophagus, see Napoleon's
little bed on Elba, or view the bones of a saint under glass.

How much better to command the simple precinct of home
than be dwarfed by pillar, arch, and basilica.
Why hide my head in phrase books and wrinkled maps?
Why feed scenery into a hungry, one-eyes camera
eager to eat the world one monument at a time?

Instead of slouching in a café ignorant of the word for ice,
I will head down to the coffee shop and the waitress
known as Dot. I will slide into the flow of the morning
paper, all language barriers down,
rivers of idiom running freely, eggs over easy on the way.

And after breakfast, I will not have to find someone
willing to photograph me with my arm around the owner.
I will not puzzle over the bill or record in a journal
what I had to eat and how the sun came in the window.
It is enough to climb back into the car

as if it were the great car of English itself
and sounding my loud vernacular horn, speed off
down a road that will never lead to Rome, not even Bologna.

Billy Collins