I mean the buzzing, spreads to my fingertips sort of inspired. It's so hard to describe but thinking about it again while writing this makes me slightly giddy. It verges on almost being consuming in the intoxicating sense, where you feel you could just wallow in it forever and be in a state of pure contentment. I say verges because I feel if you were to simply remain in a constant state of being inspired, and never actually did anything with that emotional energy you would be trapped in a strange limbo - which is also a note-to-self.*
I've really been through the mill in terms of using different social media. In my earlier years of high school, I regularly used the following: Tumblr, Twitter, Bebo (the very name sounds funny in my head), MSN, Facebook, Blogger and I dabbled still in several others I'm sure. I was basically a tween connoisseur of existing social media sites and applications, it was ridiculous. These days sometimes I forget to shower, let alone manage such an excessive amount of social networking. While I quite vividly remember the routine of checking every page of Tumblr and blogging my day at school by subject almost every day, I feel so far removed from that commitment nowadays.
However, I once again feel myself strongly involved and 'committed' to a social media thing with dearest Instagram. I started using it regularly as my sole social media thing after I cut ties, deleted, abandoned and did away with every other account under my name roughly two years ago for no other reason than being a changed person who was growing up and away from her past. It might be that I've learnt to be more of a human rather than an internet fungus so my usage is more naturally thought out and productive but I just love it. It's not perfect by any means, the number of accounts I've had to unfollow for one reason or another is numerous but you can really pick and choose what shapes your 'experience' of Instagram. My brother pointed out that he always sees me liking an incredulous amount of photos on there and I realised that it's simply because I love every single account I follow or each one serves a purpose - inspiration, comedy, provoking thought, reminders of good habits.
This whole Instagram-plug is mainly because of a recent example of its benefits: I was recently extremely inspired by alextracey_ and kirahmaddox and their accounts. They're pretty ridiculously great. I wanted to just say I can't describe them in words but if I tried, I probably could. I just don't want to. The whole thing about them is their world, for me at least as a third party appreciator, is framed beautifully simply by short non sequitur-esque captions and incredible images. I stayed up so late the first night I discovered their accounts, I couldn't stop looking and soaking it all in like a sponge. I found this inspiration sprinkled itself all over my photo-taking and even how I dressed, funnily enough.
With starting university and being thrown back into a semi-routine or work and play and rest, I think I was a little low in spirits without realising it. My inspiration-o-meter was blinking red. I stopped watching films incessantly like I had been doing throughout my four month break and this was probably one of the silliest mistakes to do because I chose to study film. I stopped feeling like wearing my tie-dye clothing and all that. While it wasn't like my life turned black and white and sadly geometric, I think I did lose a bit of my mojo. So it's been excellent to be thrown back in apparating style into a swirling world I'm really comfortable in; a world of 'film' photography, fun clothing, good films (watch Grand Budapest Hotel, I implore you. It's very much worth it/the hype) and just being more free and fluid and fun.
I see a lot of blogs who put images in 'just to break up the text' but that doesn't make sense to me, at least not for this post. So here, have some images now instead:
*NTS: Keep doing things.
However, I once again feel myself strongly involved and 'committed' to a social media thing with dearest Instagram. I started using it regularly as my sole social media thing after I cut ties, deleted, abandoned and did away with every other account under my name roughly two years ago for no other reason than being a changed person who was growing up and away from her past. It might be that I've learnt to be more of a human rather than an internet fungus so my usage is more naturally thought out and productive but I just love it. It's not perfect by any means, the number of accounts I've had to unfollow for one reason or another is numerous but you can really pick and choose what shapes your 'experience' of Instagram. My brother pointed out that he always sees me liking an incredulous amount of photos on there and I realised that it's simply because I love every single account I follow or each one serves a purpose - inspiration, comedy, provoking thought, reminders of good habits.
This whole Instagram-plug is mainly because of a recent example of its benefits: I was recently extremely inspired by alextracey_ and kirahmaddox and their accounts. They're pretty ridiculously great. I wanted to just say I can't describe them in words but if I tried, I probably could. I just don't want to. The whole thing about them is their world, for me at least as a third party appreciator, is framed beautifully simply by short non sequitur-esque captions and incredible images. I stayed up so late the first night I discovered their accounts, I couldn't stop looking and soaking it all in like a sponge. I found this inspiration sprinkled itself all over my photo-taking and even how I dressed, funnily enough.
With starting university and being thrown back into a semi-routine or work and play and rest, I think I was a little low in spirits without realising it. My inspiration-o-meter was blinking red. I stopped watching films incessantly like I had been doing throughout my four month break and this was probably one of the silliest mistakes to do because I chose to study film. I stopped feeling like wearing my tie-dye clothing and all that. While it wasn't like my life turned black and white and sadly geometric, I think I did lose a bit of my mojo. So it's been excellent to be thrown back in apparating style into a swirling world I'm really comfortable in; a world of 'film' photography, fun clothing, good films (watch Grand Budapest Hotel, I implore you. It's very much worth it/the hype) and just being more free and fluid and fun.
I see a lot of blogs who put images in 'just to break up the text' but that doesn't make sense to me, at least not for this post. So here, have some images now instead:
Something For Jess café, a place excellent for food & tea consumption as well as uni sound project recordings.
My first ever açai bowl at Bondi Wholefoods a few weeks back when my brother, dad, pup and I did the Tamarama to Bondi coastal walk. Constantly drawing my family to the ~dark side~ of more wholesome food. This was delicious and a gigantic serving, which is generally always a bonus.
Fun story time. You see this brick-esque ledge I'm perched on gracefully? It kind of resembles a ledge we have at home, or at least this is the theory my dad employed to make sense of my dog's lunacy. What happened was we walked over to look over the edge and next thing we know Jaydee had DIVED, I mean fully-committed dived, up onto the ledge. He would have kept going too right on over the other side in alignment with Newtown's laws of inertia (I think. I did one solid term of senior physics. I am saddened by my failure to remember), if my brother hadn't had a tight hand hold on the leash and jerked him back. A couple nearby was sitting on the bench facing us and saw it all unfold, front and centre stage, tickets $20.
I fall more in love with my city each and every day.
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