Okay, so I've failed a bit with this whole Sundaze thing. BUT I'm back! Here's the third installment of my weekly round-up. Grab a cuppa and have a read.
Thinking about: This week I've been thinking about blogging and what it means to me. I've been doing a lot of blog-oration (blog exploration... I like to make up words) recently, and I have to say, some of the ones I've stumbled across seem a bit... dare I say it... boring? A kind of lifelessness that stems from solely focusing on giveaways, promotions, and the like. That's not to say that I'm not open to working with brands -- I'm definitely PR friendly -- but I feel if you're going to work with companies it has to be done correctly, otherwise it can completely dilute a site. Not targeting anyone directly in the slightest, just an overall feeling. Christina from Paperbagblog wrote a really good piece about becoming disillusioned with blogging and what it's becoming. I guess the great thing about blogging is that it provides everyone with a voice and a platform for self-expression, but that's also the worst thing... every lady, man & cat (just imagine a cat's blog for a minute, meow) seems to have a blog these days. How, then, do you make yours STAND OUT? I think it's like anything in life, really. When you love doing something, it shows, and when it shows, people are drawn to what you're offering. So with this blog I'm just going to write about what I want to write about, and hope that people like it! But if they don't, that's okay.
Reading: A really nice thing (well, one of many) about staying with my grandparents is the abundance of broadsheets that glaze the breakfast table. I've never really thought much of the first meal of the day previously. Obviously I'm a fan of cereal and an utmost devotee to the British fry up, but I also really like sleep - scratch that, LOVE sleep. If you know me, you'll understand how my time with my breakfast bowl is usually one of swift annulment, followed by running out the door highly stressed, mascara streaked across my eyebrows, because of pressing the snooze button threes times too many. So, it's a pleasure and a privilege to leisurely read the news at G & G's while munching some Country Crisp. Sometimes I get stewed rhubarb, too - beat that!
This morning, I opened the Sunday Times magazine to see Katie Glass' piece staring back at me, crisp and alert, witty and poignant. "New York is a city where I dance through the city to its beat," she sings in the Big Apple's praise, "you're allowed to want everything here -- and you don't have to be ashamed of it." Her writing reminds me of my first weekend in NYC, which I wrote about in more detail here. I remember feeling like I could be anybody there, like I could bounce from fire escape to fire escape, stroll through the streets, like I was playing the lead role in the film of my life right there and then. Unlike the the films and TV shows that perpetuate the myth of small-town America -- high school dramas, in particular -- New York lives up to its glamourised media representation. It is the city that never sleeps. It is the concrete jungle where dreams are made of. It is the unabashed American capital of ambition. Contrasting it to Britain, Katie artfully declares "what it has, that we...lack, is an optimism, a belief, an outspoken pride that its OK to want more for yourself and to not be ruled by politeness or your past..." Maybe we all need to embrace the Empire State of Mind.
Read Katie's column here (for a small fee)
Here are some blog links that have been aiding me in my New York pining:
And here's the house from the Royal Tenenbaums, somewhere I visited during my stay. The ultimate Manhattan island pad.
Anyone got any NYC blogs that they'd recommend?
Watching: I went to see Gone Girl the other day at the cinema. I was super excited about its release after voraciously reading Gillian Flynn's book in all of three days, face so firmly implanted in its spine that it took me a little while to come back down to earth after finishing it. Have you read it? Jeez Louise, is it engrossing! For the first time in a long time with a book, I COULD NOT put it down. Did he kill her? Did his Dad kill her? Who bloody killed her!? Oh wait! A MASSIVE PLOT TWIST. It had me on the edge of a variety of seats. Fast forward a week and I was sat down at Teesside cinema, ready to be blown away by David Fincher's stab at the most popular novel of 2012. Yet, I just wasn't...? Maybe it was because the twists and turns in the plot were fresh in my mind, or maybe it was because Rosamund Pike wasn't the Amy I'd expected - who knows? I think my main problem with it was the 2D nature of the characters. Amy is the Ice Queen trope, a crazy bitch who deserves her husband's indiscretions. Nick is a bit dull. The book takes great pains in fleshing out their relationship, especially the beginning, so a lot of the later action and characters' motives are more understandable. I guess you'll never be able to achieve what you can in 500+pages of fiction in 2 hours of films. I guess Hollywood's still apprehensive about showing women as ACTUAL PEOPLE, with flaws and quirks and all that jazz. The film's definitely worth a see as a piece of cinema -- the mood, music, etc all combine to create a great thriller-- but, for me, it doesn't compare to the addictive quality of the book.
Wearing: Yesterday I went to the Vintage Kilo Sale as part of Judy's Affordable Vintage Fair in Holy Trinity Church! I'd spent the day flyering for Belgrave Music Hall's first birthday and Street Feast which was a jumble of amazing sights & sounds. Did you go?
This was the calm before the storm! Anyways, after I'd finished and grabbed a famous mackerel bap from Fish&, I headed to have a peek at some bargains. I managed to get a load of stuff for super cheap, including a beautiful blue coat, a bright yellow cardigan (mourning summer by wearing sunshine tones), a bag, among other things. SO so chuffed with the coat - it's a stunner.
The next Vintage Fair is on October 25th! Check it out in Leeds or other destinations all over the country.
Happy Sunday xxx