A Day At Harrods

Today I went into town for a coffee and to explore London’s famous Harrods. The architecture of the building is amazing and I love all the Art Nouveau and Rococo elements. I cared less about the £ 30.000,- fur coats, bags or jewellery, but it was nice to see what all the fuss is about to the rich and famous. I needed a tiny whisk so while we were walking around the Kitchen Appliance department I looked for one. Of course it was five times as much as I was willing to pay for it, about £15,- but I was just curious. It was cool to have a look around but I think I’ll stick to my regular department store…

Fashion plate of 1909 shows upper-class Londoners walking in front of Harrods

Harrods was established in 1834 in London’s East End, when founder Charles Henry Harrod set up a wholesale grocery in Stepney, with a special interest in tea. In 1849, to escape the filth of the inner city and to capitalise on trade to the Great Exhibition of 1851 in nearby Hyde Park, Harrod took over a small shop in the district of Knightsbridge, on the site of the current store. Beginning in a single room employing two assistants and a messenger boy, Harrod’s son Charles Digby Harrod built the business into a thriving retail operation selling medicines, perfumes, stationery, fruit, and vegetables. Harrods rapidly expanded, acquired the adjoining buildings, and employed one hundred people by 1880.

However, the store’s booming fortunes were reversed in early December 1883, when it burnt to the ground. Remarkably, in view of this calamity, Charles Harrod fulfilled all of his commitments to his customers to make Christmas deliveries that year and made a record profit in the process. In short order, a new building was raised on the same site, and soon Harrods extended credit for the first time to its best customers, among them Oscar Wilde, legendary actresses Lilly Langtry and Ellen Terry, Noël Coward, Sigmund Freud, A. A. Milne, and many members of the British royal family.

In 1898, Harrods installed what is claimed to be the world’s first moving staircase (escalator); nervous customers were offered brandy at the top to revive them after their ‘ordeal’. © Wikipedia

The Terracotta Palace
Burbidge’s audacity was as monumental as the grand store he started building in 1901, designed by architect of Claridge’s Hotel C.W. Stephens. It was positively palatial, with a frontage clad in terracotta tiles adorned with swags, cherubs, pilasters and swirling Art Nouveau windows – and topped by a baroque dome, which still contains nothing more exciting than a water tank. Inside, the magnificent interiors included vivid Royal Doulton tiles – still in place in the Meat Hall – fine Rococo plasterwork created by Parisian craftsmen, and a vast tea room with an Art Nouveau skylight, now the Georgian Restaurant. Harrods instantly became London’s most fashionable store. In the early 1900s, writer Arnold Bennett based his novel Hugo on the store, while Harrods was recreated on the London stage in 1907 in the hugely successful musical comedy ‘Our Miss Gibbs’. With 91 departments, the store occupied just the ground and first floors of the building. Fruit and Flowers, 1927 © Harrods


The Confectionery Department


The ceiling of the Fish, Meat and Poultry Department


The Fish Department


The Bag Department


The escalators


The stairs


The Antiques Department


The Egyptian Hall


The Egyptian Hall


The Egyptian Hall

Mac vs PC

I’ve been hanging out with Stuart Friday last week and yesterday which was fun. Yesterday we spent half the day walking around Oxford Street, Regent Street, Covent Garden and China Town. We went to Turnkey a cool music shop where I bought a USB studio condenser microphone so I can start recording/singing again. My voice is in need of some serious practice. I also had to look for a headset and since I did my research online I found out that some of the cheap ones don’t seem to like my G5 or any Mac in particular which made me decide to check out the ones at the Apple Store in Regent Street.

Boy that place is crowded! and less interesting than the one near Central Station in Amsterdam which might be a small place but at least they have slightly better service. I heard all the bad stories about Regent Street but when we got there I instantly felt like leaving again. This place is so chaotic and the staff really seems to be busy doing nothing all the time, showing more interest in the fact that they can wear their Apple t-shirt and badge than providing great service to customers. Yes the service sucks, but no wonder, the place is more like a huge glass display than an actual store. I knew it was bad but I didn’t realise it was this bad and I decided to get my stuff online instead of going back there to place an order. Of course Stuart and I ended up having the same old Apple-PC battle of wits.

I’m a Mac user -ever since the Classic was released- and I will continue to buy Mac products no matter how bad their service is: it’s not about the store, it’s about the product and the operating system. I love these machines and I would never ever change to PC since I always end up having to help out PC users fixing their problems: it really put me off. Things that are simple on a Mac become a burden on a PC and those PC users that I had to deal with didn’t have a clue what they’re doing: getting themselves into trouble because of a lack of knowledge or plain ignorance. A Mac could be somewhat restricted but offers tons of options to those who know what they’re doing. I have been a system operator for both so I believe I can make this assumption based on some of my experience.

Each to their own; I won’t try to convince people to change their ways but I have converted a few to Mac and they do agree with me after giving it a try for some time. Stuart if you read this don’t worry I’m not gonna try to convince you nor convert you and I know I threatened to put your picture on here, but I’ve decided to spare you the humiliation *hehe*

Edit: I might change my mind since you seem to be begging for it… :p

The Store

The Store

The Store

The Store

We went to the Dutch pub for a drink… looking for Dutch and extremely expensive bitterballen

We went to the Dutch pub for a drink… looking for Dutch and extremely expensive bitterballen