Aeolistic


Long walks

Melie came with me on one of my long walks last week. We walked from Islington to Waterloo and it was a beautiful day. Usually I go off trekking the city on my own but it was great to bounce off someone along the way.

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Greenwich spring time

I was in Greenwich last weekend and it was the perfect time to go for a chilled out afternoon. I wish I had some more exciting things to share, but I’ve been rather too busy recently. My friends are putting on a 1950s-themed fundraiser tonight, so you may get the rare treat of seeing a few photos from that! I’m still pondering the uncharted territory that is lipstick.



By the river

(I stood and watched this coot for a minute as it struggled against the current)

Having acquired a new job (yay!), now comes the flat hunt. Inevitably, as I search for somewhere else to live, I become nostalgic for Richmond and all its prettiness. Richmond has treated me well for the past 6 months. It’s quaint and photogenic. It was always going to be a difficult transition for a girl from Croydon to move to Richmond, but it has been much better than it could have been. I guess my accent – honed through seven reluctant years at a private school – helps me to blend in, and I feel very fortunate to have had the opportunity to live in such a beautiful area.

The real difficulty I have living here is the microcosmic nature of it all. The wealthy and the middle class have found a haven in Richmond, and here they do not have to confront the real struggles that exist within London. There are hardly any homeless people to be seen here. The streets are impeccably clean. The crime rate is one of the lowest across the country. Left-leaning as I am, I am always taken aback as I walk through Richmond and Petersham on my way home by the saturation of front gardens with placards emblazoned with Zac Goldsmith’s face. These houses vote Conservative. These houses want to safeguard their wealth and protect the interests of the island. It’s a point of view I’ve never been able to understand, no matter how hard I try.

I love to look outwards. I love meeting new people and learning things about them. I love experiencing new things and trying to gain new perspectives. I’ve never been a part of one particular group over another; I have always been a part of different groups simultaneously. Perhaps, because of this, I have never felt threatened in the same way. Even if some of my interests are not being catered for, others inevitably are. My identity is shaped by a variety of factors: being a Londoner, being a child of first generation immigrants, being of mixed race, being British, being Irish, being Indonesian, being European, being Asian, being a woman, being a young person, coming from a deprived area, going to school in a rich area, being a university graduate, being a native English speaker, being bilingual, coming from a left-leaning family, being supported by the welfare state during my childhood.

Having these (sometimes conflicting) factors to consider means I don’t need to imagine things from the perspective of others. I, and many like me, see things from a range of different perspectives and we are constantly code-switching. I have made such a transition from my childhood that I have no tradition to safeguard – my life is changing all the time, though the roots of it never change. I have no island to protect because my island is constantly expanding – not just in an economic sense, but in a sense of an increasing wealth of experiences. With these expanding horizons, I find it difficult to understand those who are staunch in their commitment to conserving the status quo.



A spring in your step

Rarely do I like one of my own photos as much as this one (above) – mainly because it was such a fluke shot. I love playing around with reflections and mirror images.

I’m clawing my way out of my photo slump, slowly but surely. It could be described more accurately as a creative slump but I’ve been making waves over the past few weeks – sewing, music, taking photos (jack of all trades, master of none). And yesterday, after a few years of avoidance, I went and bought a sketchbook and some pencils. It’s going to be like trying to write in a different language on the first few attempts but at least it’s something to do that isn’t panicking over general life confusion. I swear most of my friends feel as confused as I am right now about what to do with their lives. Perhaps it’s a quarter-life crisis or something, catalysed by the dismal job market. Instead of dying my hair and buying a leather jacket/expensive car, I’m grasping at creative straws to compensate for relative failure in the non-creative aspects of my life. Making things proves that I am productive and making progress as there is something tangible to show for my efforts.

It’s funny, actually. One of my friends called last night for a general catch-up. He said, “I knew something was up as soon as you said you’d bought a new sketchbook.” I’m that easy to read, it seems! I guess the choice I made between creative and non-creative (not that it’s so rigidly defined, but humour me) will always leave a ‘what if’ or a temporary get-out clause if everything isn’t going to plan.



Frolics in the wind and the rain
March 31, 2010, 9:42 pm
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I really needed a pick-me-up today, so who better to go for afternoon tea with than the lovely Ben of Ben Farrell Illustration? We also frolicked briefly around Bloomsbury.

Fingers crossed for further adventures with Ben next week!

For your enjoyment, here is a video of the silent flash rave that took place in the SOAS library. I loved that library. This video makes me miss it and the crazy things to be found within it.