The Barbican

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

My thoughts on arriving in Plymouth.

The water was a crystal clear blue, glistening with the autumns suns rays and was disturbed only by a gentle breeze. The ripples echoed with history, and stories from the past filled my imagination. It was my first time seeing Plymouth’s Barbican, known as the old harbour, and it felt like I was a hundred miles from the bustling city that I had walked through only minutes ago. It was a part of Plymouth I had never seen before, and it felt as though it had been barley touched by the modern hand. As I walked along the narrow footpath gazing across the water I came to a stone archway.
Standing underneath, I ran my hand over the grey metal plague of the Mayflower steps, remembering the sailors that journeyed to the new world and voyaged to the unknown. The intricate gold lettering made me picture what my surrounding must have looked like when they set sail. The cobblestone path filled with voices saying their goodbyes, not knowing when they would see them again, or what they would be like when they did. The sound of horse’s hooves would clip along the pavement, as the fishing boats bring in the catch of day and cause seagulls to flock.
The old, misshapen houses still had their character from when they where first built, undisturbed since then, even surviving the second world war. Though now they had been turned into coffee shops and art galleries, with families enjoying the last of the summer weather.
Still with the image of ships going to the new world in my mind, I couldn’t help but think of my own journey.
Here I was in this new city ready to start University. My first week was already coming to an end and everything had happened so quickly that all my panic and stress from the first day seemed all but forgotten. My thoughts felt as tranquil as my surroundings, and an unexpected wave of calmness washed over me. I could sense my eyes brighten with optimism over my future here, and it was a relief to realise I was doing the right thing.
Like explorers from centuries before, I didn’t know what lay ahead, but that thought was exciting. It was encouraging. As the sun began to set, the visions from the past began to disappear. The coffee shops were closing and the wind began to chill. With my skirt billowing around my knees and my hair tickling my face, I turned to make my way back through the city.


Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Could a Paris-Style Attack Happen in the United States?

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I'm sitting here trying to work but everything just seems so trivial compared to what happened, and what is still happening. It is  impossible to state with any detail how we all feel, because it is an impossible situation. This morning a BBC reporter broke down while reporting from a vigil, yesterday a Muslim Cab driver in New York sat and wept because people refused to get in his taxi, and tonight a Football game will have guards armed with machine guns. The world is a mess.

I'm part of a generation that was too young to actually remember 9/11, but we also can't remember a world before it. We've grown up with the word 'terrorist' just being a part of our vocabulary and we are almost accustom to seeing people die on our television screens. It is not normal to think that this has become normal. The horrific events that are happening through out Europe and the middle east right now and over the last decade are not only terrifying because of the brutality, but of the randomness. A random bus, a random hotel in Tunisia, a random rock concert. These disgusting people are not targeting anyone specific, it is just the senseless slaughter of humanity. Everyone had the realisation that it can happen anywhere at anytime and there is nothing we can do to avoid it.

Even where I live, in the small uneventful south west of England there are now tripled Police patrols due to this threat, and it's unbearable to think that this is the world we live in.

My heart goes out to those who have been affected by an attack, no one should be subjected to this terror and we have to stay hopeful, not matter how difficult it is, that one day we won't have to live with this kind of fear. And my heart also goes to those who are now being judged and compared to these terrorists, they do not represent you or your beliefs. They don't represent anything other than their own selfish fantasies.


Currently Obsessed With

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

My first novel of Uni. I really loved reading The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood and I knew I would after studying her work at a level, so I couldn't wait to get stuck into this one! It's a great retelling of an iconic character from ancient literature and Atwood gives Penelope her own humorous and feminist identity. It's a great read I would really recommend if you've read The Odyssey and want to know what Penelope would have been like.

Alexa Chung has recently done a fashion series for Vogue Youtube and yes it really is as great as sounds. Talking about every aspect of the fashion industry from the FROW to behind the scenes Alexa Chung gives an insightful look to what it's all really like. I'm a huge fan of Alexa and she will be forever one of my style icons, so I loved every episode!

H+M was always one of those brands that I had a bit of a love hate relationship with as sometimes it can look cheap and the sizing can be odd, but recently I cannot stop shopping in there. I don't know whether it's because of the hype over the Balmain collection (that jacket though omg) or the new incredible beauty range but I seem to have developed an addiction! I'm seriously spending too much money, although I really couldn't resist this amazing a/w playsuit as I just fell in love with the pattern! So 70's.

Now I know there was a time when everyone was talking about this, but I was only able to get my hands on it when I went to Italy in August, but I can safely say that Bioderma lived up to my expectations. I love the process of taking off my make up and finally letting my skin breathe, so when I don't feel like doing a full on cleanse, this product is amazing as it gets everything off nice and quickly. There isn't even any trace of mascara left over, which as we all know is very impressive!


Settling in

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

So here I am, already a couple of weeks into University life, and what a weird couple of weeks its been.
I honestly don't know how to describe it. A strange mix of home sickness, excitement and 'what the hell am I supposed to be doing today'. Freshers week honestly better than what I was expecting, I met a lot of people from outside and inside my course, got to know the campus and got use to where I would be living.

I can't wait for my course to really get going, as I love the look of the reading material for this year and I like the balance of critical and creative work. It feels good to be writing again and because of this, I really want to get more creative with my blog posts.
I'm not sure how, where or why yet, but I know great things will come.
Thanks for reading as always.