Rising From The Ashes

So, im back, ive been away……the shores of Capri, the theatres of Paris and the streets of London have all felt my footstep this summer, if only for a brief time i languished in an age of wealth and decadence, of martins on dusk cloaked terraces and of honey drapped pastries behind gilded glass.

Alas, im a student now, thrown into the wider world to fend for myself and live the dream of being an Architect…..i shall begin my story with my arrival at the Academy Of Art And Design in Liverpool on a windy September day where we sat in the cavernous studio awaiting to be introduced to our guides through the inferno of our course, they arrived, each an individual and extravagant character eager to see the fresh meat cowering  in the studio……I, nervously sitting there, twiddling the button of my cardigan wondered how to impress, how to dazzle, how to be remembered by these impressive people, for they were impressive, articulate, knowledgeable, everything i deemed myself to be…..in short dear reader i was in awe.

And now as i sit here in my slightly draughty, slightly too small room thinking back to those early days I smile and think what has passed between that September morning and this November evening, the thought, the nights out, the friends and the beautiful people of this city.

In short this was possibly the best decision of my life, a real escape from the drudgery of Wrexham. To this stunning city of so many different people, the quirky shops, the fashionable cafe’s, students mixing with socialites and struggling to separate the two…this is the way to live.

Oh and a note to finish on…i have become fascinated with Andy Warhol…not the art, but the person, so unusual, distant vague and brilliant….maybe its the Art Academy talking but im just obsessed with it all, the Factory Edie and the films…its just all so wonderful don’t you think. well maybye you don’t, but let this be a warning, i will return to discussing, analysing and picking apart Andy over the next couple of month….so…just bear with me it’s probably a passing phase, like my obsession with Grace Jones.

Quote of the day: “No….sex is far too abstract“                   Andy Warhol