Every picture is a memory. Every time we press the shutter on the camera we are freezing a moment of history so we can preserve it forever. It sounds monumentous doesn't it, but it's not: Facebook will certainly tell you otherwise. I log on each day to see the myriad of photos that my so-called 'friends' vomit onto my homepage. Not only do people upload a sequence of the same picture - I have two of them so why not use them - but the other people in the picture will also post their versions of it. The result? Monster albums clogging up the internet providing the CIA with plenty of material should anyone need blackmailing in the future...


It is an age-old question, though. How do we make our holiday photos interesting to the general public? How do we step away from the necessity to have 'been there' to really appreciate someone else's pictures? And, while we're at it, how can we remove this insane fashion for de-tagging and portraying this hideously false image on Facebook? There is no hard and fast solution - no tried and tested method to solve this, but I think I may have hit upon a compromise.


May I invite you to read on...

Thursday, 15 March 2012

The Pant Bug

There are many, many things I love about Italy: the culture, the people, the buildings, the food. I could go on for hours. There is, however, one thing I am partial to above all else - fashion. When in Rome, I decided to do as the Romans, and I bought the same clothes as they did (at least I tried, there were some that were a little out of my budget...).

I continued in this vein for the entire year and found a small collection of shops that tickled my fancy in a way that H&M and New Look had ceased to do in the UK. I will tell you a few of these as I feel it's important comsumer research: Promod, Bershka, Tezenis, Yamamay, Calzedonia, and my absolute favourite, Brandy & Melville.

I really miss it.

One of the things that I loved buying above all else was nice pants. I don't know why that was, but it started when a friend of mine tried to eek out his pants so that he wouldn't have to do any washing. This inevitably meant he had to buy some more. When in Italy, why not buy Italian pants. Anyway, this inspired me so much, I also invested in a pair.

It was months later, on the radio, that we mentioned our pants in passing and my friend said to me that he gave me the pant bug. Unfortunately this sounds quite a lot like an STD and it made us laugh quite a lot. There's only one way to celebrate something like that...

Fuelled by Diesel
Verona, Italy, 2010
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Location: Verona Province of Verona, Italy

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