Life has a way of moving like waves – for a period of time we can feel as though we’re in a downwards lull where nothing seems to be going our way. We are so caught up in the moment that we disregard the brilliant, uplifting series of events that took place just weeks ago. We believe ourselves to be immune to those old sayings you find in museums, downstairs lavs and Instagram walls, buoyed by our own scratchy egos that come out of the dark like wolves to claw us back into the light. When I say we, I mean me. And I am the perfect example of that oh-so-human trait of thinking the universe revolves around our little quotidian solar system.
I wrote my first two blog posts in a fit of energy and excitement which I have both feared and longed for in the past few weeks. In that time I have a new job, new goals and new shiny experiences and an equally shiny iPod that will now serve as my primary photo-taking device. I have lots to share with you all (that’s you, my handful of readers) and hope to give you an insight into my dramatic, serene, chaotic, perfect, (insert contrasting adjective here) life.
The first photo I ever took on my first Apple product was this one at my boyfriend’s flatmate’s (Dorothea Gibbs) art event in 19 Greek Street. Here we have sis’ Flo, William, Dot’s friend, the It Girl du evening, Dot, Dot’s bro’ and me, flouncing, flutein hand. One of the joys of living in a city like London is you feel like an ignorant country bumpkin every day because there are so many new things to learn about, ponder and become interested in – things which a year ago you would have walked past and thought ‘not for me’. I arrived into the stuffy, buzzing room, mopping sweat from my brow and making my way through the trendily dressed, ‘secco sipping crowd. Flute in hand, I headed up to the top floor and found a VR (virtual reality) headsetted William in full flow. Dot, the star of the show, was in attendance along with her family and friends, with whom I mingled and pontificated (something I’m very good at). After much gabbing, giggling and gawking, the headset finally came my way and it was 10 minutes of astonishment and calm. Focussing on the impact social media has on our ability to relax, I was transported to a 360 degree view of the wilds of Norfolk, with voiceovers adding context to the scene.
In my last post, I spoke about my childhood spent running amok in the summertime North Wales countryside, with my friends and sheep for company. The film transported me to that time, as was Dot’s intention as she similarly went on holiday to Norfolk. Perhaps less intellectually impressive, my cartoon-inspired childhood dream of being invisible for a day came true as I waved my hands in front of my face and found that the feet and legs I thought I always had had disappeared. I took joy in telling everybody who asked what I thought just that, priding myself in my wanton missing of the point!