Saturday, 16 October 2010

I am involved in a freedom ride belonging to a few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle- Marilyn Monroe

The theme for the next issue of Pugwash magazine is inspiration. Perfect. Plus as Features editor, me and my sub-eds are lucky enough to have the broadest topic to cover. Inspirational upbringings, jaw dropping gap years and Pompey's own alumni who've made it big are some topics floating around. I really can't wait to start reading some on the content that comes through.

Inspiration for me is a funny thing really. I never really associated myself with the word 'inspiration' or didn't even try to figure it out. Its just been in the past couple of years, where I've realised that for me inspiration was freedom. My freedom was creativity. Its a funny thing when the thoughts in your brain runs a million miles per hour. I have so much i want to do. Whilst on the computer typing away on this blog, i always look up at my noticeboard and feel inspired. Each image is different, yet represents me in a different way. J'adore

October's issue of Vogue has also proved to be very inspirational. The photography for me was to DIE FOR. The contrasts in the two main spreads was equisite. The environment is so geniusly captured in both editorials. In the first spread, model Iselin Steiro changes up her look dramatically for the Gothic rugged British countryside shot. The brooding aura and stormy backdrop prove to be heartwrenchingly brilliant work by our home grown photographer David Sims.



Photographer Laura Sciacovelli takes a different approach to using the environment in the following spread. A dainty desert breeze of a pictorial plays well with model Anna Jogodzinska's delicate features. The whole experience is something like a 60's American road trip, the type where you're running away from the world to find your own take on freedom. Its absolutely breathtaking. Very inspirational.

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Saturday, 9 October 2010

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto'- Mason Cooley

When I'm in the four walls of my room, i seem to forget what a rough area i live in. Fratton is not for the faint-hearted. I've lived here for a year before, but then i went home for summer to my little village-Cheam. I seemed to forget about the difficulty of living in a run down area- But in the past three weeks I've been rudely reminded of it.

I remember walking down the road and was approached by a rather daunting looking gang of 12 year old girls. My initial thought was 'great I'm gonna get beaten up and die today'. However, they swung their tight ponytails and told me ( not asked- they TOLD me) to go into the shop and get them alcohol. Internally shaking for my life, i told them i wouldn't. They gave me the dirtiest look that i thought someone of their age range could never be capable of and then looked me up and down and laughed. Just because i opted to wear skinnies instead of a baggy pair of grey trackies that's been in the wash far too many times. I laughed back at them.

Boys of the same age range are worse. 'Oi Matt, give me a fucking ciggy !!'....
'Fuck you Jack. Go home and screw Tess again why don't you!'......Charming. The school boy pre-pubescent screaming went on for ages. Along with that, I've had a guy walk past me, with about a metre separation space between us. He then made a lame effort to turn around, tap me on the shoulder and scream in my face 'you FUCKING CUNT-Get out of my fucking WAYYYY'. I walked off straight away. People coming up to you is a normal occurrence. I vividly remember last year an old woman with long grey hair and makeup down her face approach me and Katherine. She stared at us absolutely stoned and told us something terrible was going to happen that day. The whole day we lived on edge. It was terrible.

Just yesterday i saw a man miraculously jump out from a bush and start climbing a drainpipe to a flat. Ive gotten to the point when I'm just shrugging it off. I'm getting used to it all over again. In no way am I'm influenced by these weirdos. I have my own life and don't really feel the sudden urge to jump up in someones face and bring into question their whole personality and judge them by their appearance. I dunno- maybe that's just me. People in this town are on bloody drugs- i ain't one of them :)
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