Another Escape Magazine

Thursday, 17 November 2016

Whilst I was at university, I built up a fairly expensive indie magazine habit which set me back a rather too large portion of my living money - put it this way, it's lucky that my favourites weren't weeklies, or even monthlies. It's nice to sit down with media which isn't online, and which isn't the free newspapers from the tube. People have put time and effort into writing good stories, making great photographs, and putting it all together in a format which won't see its content outdated in three days time, or probably even in three years time. Taking things slowly.

Another Escape has become one of my favourites of the bunch. It's something I always keep an eye out for whenever I'm near a good newsagents, and can count on to be worth the £10 price tag. I'm still hunting down Volume 1 for myself, which is perpetually sold out! The magazine focuses on the outdoors, sustainability and creativity - an amazingly rich and diverse topic base. I've read about Borneo's ecosystems, heritage wool production in Yorkshire, North American hiking trails, how electric light has impacted creativity, Inuit kayak makers and the history of pigments. Opening it up is always a joy and a surprise, and I've learnt about all kinds of things I'd probably never stumble across in my day to day life. It's not just the writing, though; the photography and design are beautiful too, down to the paper quality and vegetable inks used for print.

Korcula, Croatia

Friday, 14 October 2016

I've come to realise that 'summer holidays' aren't really my thing, despite years of sunny trips and desperate attempts to come back to school with a real glow, as opposed to a badly-applied 'gradual' (it was never gradual) tanner. I don't tan, I just burn. I get impatient with spending so much time sat in one place, overheating. So, when my mother asked me if I wanted to tag along on a trip to Croatia (for September sun, rather than to wander Dubrovnik), I thought about just seeing what the British weather would throw at me instead. Luckily, I decided a week with my family would probably do me good, and, it did. We arrived in Croatia in darkness, packed ourselves into a car and then onto a windy boat to cross the Peljesac Strait to our quiet apartment on the island of Korcula, a couple of kilometres from the old town.

We arrived in Croatia in darkness, packed ourselves into a car and then onto a windy boat to cross the Pelješac Strait to our quiet apartments on the island of Korčula, a couple of kilometres from the old town. We dragged our suitcases past the slightly crumbling hotel in the dark, and wondered what we'd wake up to. The next morning, we explored rocky beaches fringed on one side with olive trees, and beautiful, perfectly clear water on the other. I dusted off my snorkel gear and hunted for crabs in the rock pools - even my nan donned a mask to have a look underwater. We made friends with the generations of resident stray cats, and spent the rest of the week regretfully shooing kittens from inside the moment a door or window were opened. I even stopped writing my daily to-do list.

A slow meander along the coastal path took us to Korčula Old Town. Right in the centre of the medieval walls lies the Katedrala Sveti Marko, around which the town's buildings fan out, stepped streets branching off like the veins of a leaf. We sidestepped the Marco Polo Museum and headed instead for the tower of his (supposed) birthplace, with views across the rooftops to the sea. The tiny Icon Museum holds a small but beautiful collection of original Byzantine icons from as early as the 13th century, and later ceremonial items, plus an unexpected gem - the Crvka Svih Svetih. Accessed via a tiny stone walkway from the museum, the church houses a spectacular painted ceiling, relics and beautiful sculptures.

The highlight of the trip for all of us was the boat trip we took on our last day. We spent a few hours coasting around Korčula, chatting to our host Mario about life on the island and sampling grappa and red wine from Mario's own family vineyard. We jumped off the boat, snorkelled around tiny islands among silvery fish and bright yellow sea sponges. At sunset, we moored up in the bay opposite the Badija monastery amongst the yachts, and ate hand-caught fish grilled on the back of the boat and washed down more red wine. After the sun went down, we headed home in darkness aside from the stars. 

Sunday in East London

Monday, 29 August 2016

It's a rare occasion that Ainsley and I get a day off on the same day and both feel like venturing into London from our now suburban house! However, this past Sunday both of these conditions occurred and we decided to go for a jaunt around our old stomping grounds in East London. First up was Columbia Road Flower Market, which was so packed we barely shuffled along the road and back in two hours, and had to take a break for soy coffee and orange juice. 

Once the crowds had cleared a little, we picked up some sunflowers and headed down to Brick Lane with the promise of vegan fried 'chicken' from the Temple of Seitan, and a vegan brownie donut plus peanut butter brownie from the Peanut Butter Bakery (both highly recommended) for Ainsley... and a punnet of strawberries for me. Walking through to Aldgate East, we popped into the Whitechapel Gallery to have a look at Keith Sonnier's Light Works, bought some postcards, and hopped on a bus from outside our old flat near the East London Mosque. Our final stop was the beautiful Sugarhouse Studios of pastel-tiled Instagram fame, which was just as well because they're taking the tiles down shortly! 

It's been nearly two years since I moved out of East London and I'm still homesick for it - the wail of ambulances, the constant colour, the never ending queues outside Tayyabs, buying fruit from the market, the street art, the late night bagels, cycling back from Brick Lane on rainy roads, making quick banoffee pie in the early hours of the morning for my flatmates. I love our house now, but I'd still move back in a heartbeat (minus the extortionate rent, crooked landlords and current epidemic of soulless high-rises).

Post-apocalyptic & Dystopian Reads #2

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

J. G. Ballard
Today's reality, the melting of the polar ice caps, has come true in Ballard's 1962 tale of disaster. In a now-underwater London, the army and a scientific unit sent to survey the changing area are soon going to be forced north - apart from those who choose to stay behind. The environment, now in a kind of New Triassic period overgrown with vegetation and exotic creatures, is encroaching not just onto the cities but into our protagonists' psychology. The novel took me a little while to get into, but once I did I couldn't put it down. J. G. Ballard builds a world which whilst subject to the expected post-apocalyptic violence, is also beautiful and entrancing.

Martine McDonagh
McDonagh has described this novel as 'mid-apocalyptic', a quiet exploration of a near future in which climate change is slowly plunging British society backwards - 'the worst is yet to come'. Living alone in a falling down mill, Rachel tries to maintain her self-imposed isolation whilst dealing with attention from an unknown stalker. I had some mixed feelings about this book; the writing just feels a little thin in places and some unanswered questions irritated me a little. However, I Have Waited puts a little twist on the genre which I found interesting, and kept me on my toes in terms of how I felt about the characters.

Jack London
Published in 1912, the Scarlet Plague is a fairly early short, simple post-apocalyptic tale. James Howard Smith, the last survivor with memory of the era before the Red Death swept the USA, recounts his story to his grandsons sixty years after the collapse of civilisation. It is certainly a product of its time, and I just couldn't get past the hand wringing passages about the 'savage' working classes, who are somehow the real villains in the collapse of American life.

Edan Lepucki
The wealthy have retired to Communities guarded by guns; the poor are stuck in the now hellish cities; others are spread out throughout the wilderness, trying to eke out an existence from the land (or perhaps joining gangs like the Pirates). Frida and Cal have abandoned a decaying Los Angeles, moving to Northern California to fend for themselves. California explores the meaning of relationships and community to ordinary people in desperate situations. I felt the book was slightly oddly paced at times, and I was frustrated at the lack of story-building in terms of the events which led to the situation Frida and Cal find themselves in, but generally it was an enjoyable and engaging read.

Margaret Atwood
The Handmaid's Tale is perhaps one of the most well-known dystopian novels of the twentieth century, and for good reason. In a totalitarian Christian America, women no longer have recognised rights; they are divided into differing classes according to their roles in relation to men. Offred, our protagonist, is a handmaid kept by the 'Commander' and his wife, her sole purpose to provide them with children. This book is one of my all-time favourites, re read at least once a year (I've previously posted about the illustrated Folio Society edition), and the cause of my eternal fascination with Atwood's work. It's beautifully written, perceptive, frightening and imaginative.

The 100 Day Project

Friday, 19 August 2016

Ever since taking part in a few of Laura's colour challenges (you can see mine at #LBweekofcolour) and following along with Tasha's famous #100DaysofTriangles last year, I'd been keen to test myself a little more with a longer term creative challenge. Still, the 100 Day Project was quite a daunting prospect to commit to. The pressure of having to figure out a theme to post, of looking for an image every day to post, seemed a little too much - but I thought I'd give it a go, even if I didn't end up finishing. I decided on a rather unglamourous topic: London's public transport system. It wasn't an obvious choice, but after noticing a few interesting details on my commutes I thought it might be an interesting way to explore an environment which so many of us use but completely overlook in terms of design.

Within a week or so of starting the project, I ended up taking on a new contract, upping my working week to four days on top of my Master's degree, so things got a little more hectic! With a little encouragement (thank you Tasha!) and a couple of days where I had to catch up (I was surprisingly reliable at taking photos every day, but less so at remembering to post) I managed to complete the full one hundred days on time, with what I think is a pretty creative set of images, which I've rearranged into rainbow order for this recap... because why not.

Prior to starting the project, I had fallen in with a strict grey colour scheme on my Instagram. Much like in my wardrobe, my natural inclination is to avoid colour. I can never deal with coordinating colours, and on my Instagram when colours didn't sit well together I often ended up deleting or not posting images which were otherwise solid, but didn't quite fit. Just before the project started, I broke my grey streak with a shot of bright yellow bananas - and the change from grey was swiftly noticed! I lasted a few hours before deleting it and sinking back into the comfort of grey. 

Embarking on the 100 Day Project, I knew that maintaining a no-colour rule wasn't going to be easy - perhaps impossible. In fact, I swiftly realised that it would negatively limit my project and probably make it a lot less fun. I was forced to let go of (a bit of) my anxiety towards colour... with a compromise of one colour image per one grey, white or black image. It ended up working out perfectly: my final image (a black and white tiled 'OUT' with an arrow) wasn't planned, and I would have been a little sad if Day 100 had ended up being a colour day!

I'm really pleased that I stuck with the project, even if some days it was a bit of a struggle. I saw my commute in a totally new way, looking for little details which likely get overlooked by the thousands of people who hurry past them every day. I also learnt a lot about the design history of the transport system, bolstered by my first visits to the London Transport Museum for their exhibition Designology and their first Friday Late (where I made my YouTube debut in Tasha's vlog!) I also attended the Acton Depot Open Weekend, which I'll be sad to miss this September - I highly recommend it if you're a design fan.

Congratulations to everyone who finished the project, and everybody who gave it a shot!

Check out my project #100DaysofPublicTransport on Instagram & all of the many other great projects at #The100DayProject.