On… eating in New York

Everyone, thank you so much for your email suggestions about what I should blog about. It’s like the perfect to-do list. Even better: you all, it seems, share my fetish for reading restaurant menus and planning imaginary meals. So for all you menu-lovers out there, here are my three favorite meals from the past couple of weeks…

The Pork Belly Sandwich from Back Forty West in Soho 


Where oh WHERE has this sandwich been all my life? It is the best thing I have ever eaten. Ever. I had it last week and I think I might go back today, and tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, foreverneveramen. Fox had the burger, and it just might be one of the best burgers in NYC. We’ll have to go back to PJ Clarke’s first to check. And Corner Bistro. And the secret-but-totally-not place in that hotel in midtown.


The bratwurst and rosti at Cafe Select in Nolita


Fox has a thing for mittel-European brunch. Normally, ie, when not pregnant, it’s just not my thing. I sigh, order bircher muesli or scrambled egg whites with smoked salmon and a skinny latte, watch him scarf all the yummy fatty calorific foods and steal bites when I can, like every other annoying woman on earth. But to hell with that. I’m pregnant! Bring on the sausage and the fried potatoes and fried onions! Can I get a side of ice-cream with that?

Bianca al Prosciutto Pizza at Gnocco in the East Village 

We had dinner here the other night. The pizza was excellent. Just excellent. Dinner generally isn’t a great meal for me when preggers – I’m much more likely to be sick at night for some stupid and annoying reason – but I wasn’t! High five, Gnocco, for not making me sick. Also, bonus for having a name that sounds like one of the goblins from The Labyrinth.

I can’t find a photo of the pizza. But that’s okay, it just looked like pizza. So here is a photo of a goblin from The Labyrinth.


It’s okay! Shhh, it’s okay. It’s only a puppet.

Just as a little bonus: an extra photo of David Bowie as Jareth the Goblin King from the Labyrinth.



Brainwave! I am totally going as Jareth the Goblin King to Hallowe’en this year. Fuck it, why not. I already know all the words to THIS.

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On… babies

So, we had the six-month scan this week. I goddamn love scans. They are exciting and magic and weird. A monthly reminder that there is a reason I am STILL throwing up (I even threw up in a taxi going up Madison on the way to Mt Sinai). Here is a scan of my womb-mate.


And here’s the 3-D scan.


Isn’t that WILD? (I just gushed for a few lines about how perfect and gorgeous he is, but then I remembered that I used to be tres vocal about how totally fucking boring I found Facebook baby updates that didn’t have a point/joke, so I decided to shut up. If you are bored by babies… I get it, I’m sorry. What can I say? I’m self-involved! Let’s talk about ME.)

I wasn’t crazy about 3-D scans when I was preggers with Errol. I thought they all looked like underwater alien babies. But now I think they’re so goddamn cool. Like a tiny glimpse into the future. Look at this six-month-in-the-womb 3-D scan of Errol…


… and look at Errol aged two. Not too dissimilar, huh? Big chubby cheeks in a thoughtful frowny little face. He came out with worry wrinkles. So adorable.


Just an extra bonus scan, in case scans are your thang: Errol, at about 16 weeks, sucking his thumb. CUTE.



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On… good books

Very. Good. Book.

GIRL by Blake Nelson. 


The sequel. So far, also very good goddamn book.

DREAM SCHOOL by Blake Nelson.


PS Sorry for not posting in so long. I actually lost my WordPress password and couldn’t remember what it was. And I am the kind of person who goes ‘ah, to hell with it, I have nothing to blog about anyway, the world won’t be a whole lot worse off without some more blahblahblah from me’. I know. I have low self-blogging-esteem. Seriously, you guys, what should I blog about? What would you like to read? My life isn’t that interesting. My opinions on most things are not particularly valuable. I spend all my time writing, and playing with Errol and Fox in gorgeous New York City in autumn/fall (I can’t say ‘fall’ without feeling like a fake American, but I can’t say ‘autumn’ without feeling all prim and English, either, so now I say both), and applying for my Greencard (yay!), and being six months pregnant (it’s a BOY! Just by the way. Yah, so surreal, am making a willy IN MY STOMACH), and, um, Pinning. Oh, how I love to Pin. Come pin with me! And, oh yes, email me what you want me to blog about. gemma@gemmaburgess.com

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On… Big hair

I have discovered the power of 90s Cindy Crawford hair.


And it is all thanks to Bumble and Bumble Surf Spray.


I thought B&BSS was only for would-be bohemians attempting to look like Sienna Miller in 2006. Which is so tiresome and boring. No. B&BSS, sprayed lightly onto nearly air-dry hair and then tied into a bun or two for a couple of hours, gives you THIS hair.


The thing is, my little perfectionists: you can’t control it. The only way to perfection with this hair is its inherent imperfection… It’s not a bouffy blowout. It’s not glossy waves. It’s not shiny slickness. It’s not done. It’s just big goddamn hair. You can touch it non stop, sweat in it, sleep on it, flick it hither and thither and never check a mirror, and it just looks better and better and better.


Here are some inspiration shots.


images-1  cindy crawford

I know, it’s not for everyone. Some of the above images are bouffy, even permy, and directly responsible for the decades of flat ironing from which we are only just emerging. But you taste my flavor: B&BSSS gives your hair a little fuck-you attitude.

By the way, I never got the flatiron thing. My hair is already flat as hell. It is almost defiantly, passive-aggressively flat, like it’s giving me a little flat finger every time I try to get it to have a little oomph. I can spend eight hours in backcombing and spray and rollers and have nothing but a headache to show for it at the end. I also never got the Kardashian long fat wavy barrel curls thing everyone did for a few years. So tacky and obvious. So not cool.


But this? This is cool hair.


Wear it with Bobbi Brown lipstick in Raisin and you will feel awesome forever.


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On… JJAMZ Heartbeat

I LOVE this song. It’s like a lost Madonna song from about 1987.

Skip the first 30 seconds of the video. Actually, if you can, just listen to the song without watching the video at all. It’s not great. Someone needs to OK-GO the shit out of this band’s videos generally. Can we look into that? (I got to use OK-GO as a verb! Gnarly.)

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On… FannyPack

If you went to a party with me about five years ago, there’s a very good chance I would have played this song at about 2am and made you dance with me. I thought this song was AWESOME and I knew all the words.

CAMEL TOE by Fannypack.

Turns out it is still kind of awesome.

I also kind of love this song, SEVEN ONE EIGHT, also by Fannypack. Sadly my 2am dancing days are on pause right now as I am knocked up. Damn babies.

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On… France

Home from a lovely break, and have some photos to share with you…



Dawn from the villa.


I can’t remember what time of day this was taken, but you taste my flavor. The view was awesome.



The local village. I have a gazillion village shots but at some point you sort of go, I get it, it’s a village.


The view from just near Agay, outside Cannes. It was at this point that I started going all Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and shouting THIS! I want THIS! And then, just for good measure, I started shouting OKLAHOMAOKLAHOMAOKLAHOMA.




Le jardin.


Le jardin secret.





Le bebe. Avec le petit elephant.



Le bebe avec la maman tres fatiguee.




Le petit dejeuner des champions for when no one can be bothered to go to the boulangerie for hot croissants.


Doing nothing is exhausting.


Le bebe avec le Nutella.



The boules tournament in St Maxime.  20130809_113653

Love those redheads. I get older, they… no, they pretty much get older too.

All in all, the perfect break, and can’t wait to go back next year… as long as someone else volunteers to do the flight with Errol and the as-yet-unnamed-baby-due-in-January, and deal with their jet lag? Anyone?

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On… the UK cover to LOVE AND CHAOS

I. Love. This. Cover. What do you think?


LOVE AND CHAOS is the second in the BROOKLYN GIRLS series. This one is Angie’s story, and it’s out January 2014. It’s probably my favorite of all the books I’ve ever written (out of, um, four, so that’s not saying that much), which of course either means it’s amazing or it’s fucking abysmal. Let’s hope it’s amazing.

Because this cover is amazing, isn’t it? It’s so cool and strong and quirky. I love the US cover too… no one has the right to love her covers as much as I do. We’re meant to hate our covers, it’s one of those things about being an author. But I don’t. I truly love them.

I will post the other international covers for BROOKLYN GIRLS soon as soon as they’re in my hot little hands.

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