Pretty Passions
I
often find it difficult to write about what has inspired me each week because
some weeks I feel no inspiration and I just want to curl up on the sofa with a
tub of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream and have a Carry On film marathon
or lie on top of my duvet in the dark listening to The Smiths.
Other
weeks I am inspired by the same things as the previous week or the previous
month or the previous year. If you read my blog regularly (regular readers, if
you exist, please let me know that you do because most of the time I feel like
nobody is listening) you would have noticed that these common themes are
Rookie, Morrissey and tumblr.
Private World
There
are lots of little things in my life that mean a great deal to me. In today's
internet dominated society the temptation is to over share this information and
I sometimes feel a great pressure to do so. I could take lots of photographs of
my bedroom, I could share every page of my journal, and I could document
exactly what I spent my time doing yesterday evening. There is nothing wrong
with doing that but I do not want to that. It is all too personal to me.
I
always feel like I'm moving towards something and it depresses me every day as
to why I am still in the same place both pragmatically and emotionally. I often
feel quite lonely and I do not want this to turn into a loneliness rant because
there are a couple of real life people in my life that make me feel not lonely
but I feel like there are advantages to isolation. I have turned my bedroom
into my own private world where I am surrounded by things I love. It has become
quite intensely personal so I would not want any old person waltzing in and
reading the quotes and looking at my books and records and favourite films.
I had this post all planned out in my
head but now I realise that my thought are stars that I can’t fathom into
constellations. I finished reading TFIOS today. It was very good. I will do a
review and post it on my other blog when I get round to it.
Do you ever sit behind your laptop and
feel very shy even though you have not even posted what you are writing yet and
you even have the chance to edit it? What I am trying to get across as this
week’s ‘pretty passion’ is that the happiest way to live a hermetic life is to
surround yourself with things you love and create your own private world. Do
things that make you happy no matter how trivial they may seem in the grand
scheme of things. Watch hour long concerts of indie ‘80s bands if that makes
you happy. Hell, listen to Justin Bieber on repeat if that makes you happy
(however, I do not condone this sort of behaviour. Justin Bieber is a jumped up
imbecile.) Read books. Watch films. Then write about it all if you want, like I’m
doing now.
If the people closest to me read this
they’ll probably be like, what? Why doesn’t she want to take photos of her
bedroom or her journal or waffle on about the things she loves? She never shuts
up about it. The answer to that is that I actually don’t waffle on about it as
much as I would like to. I do not doubt the fact that I could talk about Coco Chanel or Morrissey or James Dean with somebody for five hours straight,
if they shared that interest. Does that make me simultaneously boring and weird to the majority? Probably but perhaps one day I will meet someone who shares my affinity for Parisian fashion designers in the '20s,'80s indie band frontmen and dead Hollywood legends but
for now I am happy immersing myself with their art and making them feel very
personal to me and nobody else that I know.
Journal
The next 'pretty passion' sort of contradicts the first one but some printer ink cartridges arrived in the post this morning so I could print out some pictures to make collages in my journal. I spent most of the evening doing this. I have a series of pages that I will share when they are finished then some other bits and bobs that I probably won't share.
The left side is kind of a visual representation of my feelings and the right side is just Morrissey and flowers because, well, Morrissey and flowers. They justify each other.
Fine Fashions
Everyday is Like Sunday
So, now would be a good time to post the video that I made at midnight last Tuesday because I couldn't get to sleep. I took the footage in Lyme Regis in the Easter holidays. I literally had the song on repeat all day because it was Sunday, we were in a seaside town, the nuclear bomb threats from North Korea were still fairly recent and it was silent and grey which meant that I had to make a video out of the photos and videos I took. It was only when I started to piece together the material on MovieMaker that I realised I should have taken more photos and video footage because the song is longer than I realised hence a lot of the photos and videos are repeated. I hope you like it anyway though.
