Over the bank holiday weekend at the end of April, my family and I went on a little weekend break to Belfast; the plan – completely my Mums idea – was to surprise my Nan at her brothers surprise 75th. Confusing, right? But to cut a long story short; growing up my Nan never knew her brother, and over the last couple of years they’ve made contact and have been catching up on lost time ever since. So the idea was that my Nan would fly out to surprise her brother, and then to surprise the both of them we would turn up at the party too – not much room for things to go wrong. . . However, the day of the party was brought forward and in a last minute panic to book new tickets, it didn’t occur to us to make sure we didn’t book the same flight as my Nan. Yep – we bumped into her; my sister Chloe spotted her in the departure lounge, and we only just snuck past her on the plane with out her seeing us. It was hilarious, but we managed to make it off and out of the airport at the other end without blowing the surprise.
Anyway, once we were there we set out to explore the city centre and grab a pulled, rotisserie chicken burrito (my pescetarian diet didn’t last long that weekend) at Yardbird, inside The Dirty Onion, just off Hill Street. That evening was the big surprise, and it
A couple of weeks ago I arranged to meet with Tom, the Owner of Alpha Shadows, a Menswear store based round the corner from me in Peckham, South East London. The shop specialises in obscure Japanese clothing, which anybody who shares his passion for it will tell you – is bloody hard to get hold of in the UK. I stopped by his store just round the corner from me in Peckham, just off Rye Lane in The Bussey Building; to talk about his obvious love for Japanese design, and to find out how it all started. It’s a long one, but here goes . . .
Writing never used to be a strong point of mine, at school English was always hands down my least favourite subject, probably because I was unknowingly dyslexic (yes, I had to spell check that) and didn’t find out until I had reached college, where I happily dropped all essay based subjects and stuck with the sciences. I just wasn’t good at it, written words have never come easy for me and so I just avoided writing where possible. When I started this blog I was under the disillusion that I could just post some nice images of what I had been up to, with just a couple of sentences to explain; when in all honesty the thing I enjoyed most about the blogs I read was their written content, more so than the images. And so post by post I began writing more and more, and it’s only been the last couple of months that I haven’t had B proof read every post about four times before it goes live. I’ve slowly begun schooling myself to become a little less precious with my writing and to have fun with it a bit more. Yes, I probably ramble a bit too much, but I’m still not very good at cutting things back; and by no means am I completely confident in my writing skills. I’m definitely still developing/trying to find my own style and what works best for me, but I’m getting there.
I’m not really sure what I’m trying to get across with this post, but recently I was asked to contribute two articles to my local magazine, and at first I was like ‘how can I get out of this’, no way is my writing ability anywhere near good enough to go into print, but
I’m sure it’s the same for everyone, but the first hour of every day for me definitely isn’t my finest. I set my alarms to go off every 5 minutes from 6:45am and it’s not until B has shaken me awake after snoozing through about 6 of them that I eventually roll out of bed, realising I now only have 15-20 minutes to shower, make some lunch and leave for work. Consequently this leaves me zero time to dither over what I’m going to wear. I would absolutely love to be able to spend 20 minutes every morning choosing my day’s outfit, but in reality I (and I’m sure I’m not alone in this) will always choose to have that extra half hour in bed. And so for me it’s so important to have a rotation of outfits, which I know work pretty well, ones I can just chuck on when I’m rushing franticly to catch my train. For me, stripes seem to work perfectly!
Since the age of 16 I have always worked Saturdays, basically because I’ve always had a part-time retail job alongside whatever else I was doing, be it an school, an internship or freelance design work. So for me my only real day off to have fun with my friends, B and the family was a Sunday, which was obviously the initial premise of why I started Day Of Rest and named it so. But almost every summer since I turned sixteen I’ve missed out on countless weekend breaks, birthdays, BBQ’s and days out with friends, purely because to everyone else Saturdays were the day for fun and Sundays the day of rest and recuperation for the week ahead. Recently however I finally landed myself a full time design role, and for the first time in just shy of 10 years, I FINALLY HAVE MY WEEKENDS FREE!!!