Two months since my last post

The teeshirt I've just bought myself

A fact that irritates me for a whole host of reasons. I dislike the low level self-imposed guilt that I needlessly place on myself for not having posted as often as I for some reason feel that I should. I've started to disbelieve the daily lie I tell myself that I'm too busy to post- whilst I'm undoubtedly busy it's patent nonsense to tell myself I can't find 15 minutes at the end or beginning of the day. But most of all I fear losing the cathartic effect I've found writing my blog has in the past had on my ability to formulate opinions on the matters I deal with at work on a daily basis. After all a planner without a viewpoint is like salt without vinegar.

As all Londoners with unused gym memberships will no doubt tell you with puse faces it's about routine, or rather forcing oneself to partake in routine. To willingly submit to repetitive and on occasion seemingly undesirable courses of action in the knowledge that it's somehow good for you. Whilst blogging won't get me fit it will help me order my thoughts, which can only be good thing in my line of business.

So what have I been doing these last two months? All sorts of things it feels like. So in no particular order here is a brief sumary:

Mainly I've been settling into my new life at Wieden+Kennedy London. It's been simultaneously challenging and invigorating in equal measure, precisely what I was after. I'm surrounded by dazzlingly talented individuals on a daily basis who are as generous with their passion as they are with their knowledge. I've been loving working in the East End, cycling to work and the sunny weather all of which have collectively made me feel more connected to this wonderful city of ours.

I've been reading lots of books and gradually working my way through all the 'other' Shakespeare plays on the side. I realise it's terribly boring to say but Shakespeare really is fucking startlingly brilliant in every conceivable sense isn't he?! His characterisation impeccable, his narrative structure so perfectly balanced, his linguistic tomfoolery coruscating, and his wry satirical humour breathtaking in its ability to resonate with rich and poor patrons alike. And if that wasn't quite uniquely impressive enough he manages to write the whole bloody thing in iambic pentameter. What a talented bastard!

I've also been taking lots of photographs and enjoying my various cameras. It's given me focus and a refreshed zeal to pursue personal art projects in my weekends, which I'm pleased to report I have actually been doing. I notice that my technical and compositional skills are improving (slowly) and I'm enjoying the little breakthroughs that inevitably follow.


Playing about with high shutter speeds, high frame rates and of course water melons on Primrose Hill