Running to catch the train for the morning commute, I am thinking - oh late again, quick, quick, panic. It's too far down the road to turn back when I realise, my phone! So I continue, I can't be late again. Giving single parents a bad reputation, all these rush rush mornings. It's on my mind, what if I miss a very important call? An emergency? A prize draw? What did we all do before the 1990's when we didn't all have a million mobile phones?
My usual journey to work. It's not that big a deal is it? I will be fine for one day, ignoring the withdrawal symptoms and the sudden urge to pop in the earphones and play music. Using my phone for music is convenient to prevent boredom, stop people talking to me, and keep my random thoughts at bay.
Instead, I think about how Londoners don't talk, I think about communication, the art of communication and how we have evolved into this society . I think about my postmodernism lectures at university and the definition of the new term and "virtual world." I remember that I have a journal and that I also left that at home. I take out my diary instead. The diary that is blank because all my reminders are in my phone. Was there anything I needed to remember? I think about all the lovely messages that I may possibly get on my phone when I return to it later. Only because I have not the chance to check it every second as I normally do. Maybe this is a good thing, I need merely to apologise for missing a call should someone desperately try to reach me today and only today and not have my work number.
Only yesterday, I was thinking about what else to blog about. The art of communication now electronic format still halted by the dreaded writers block. I continue to write my shopping list in my empty diary, with my trusty pen.
I spent a couple of days this past week at Graduate Fashion Week in London.
Graduate Fashion Week is the annual event that includes all University Graduate Design centres across the country to showcase, demonstrate and celebrate design talent and next generation inspiration. It is essentially an important time for Graduates who have now finished their academic journey and are starting the next phase of their life either in employment or branching out into self employed business. The event sponsored by George (Asda) is attended by fashion press, retailers, buyers and many important fashion elite so it really is the place to be seen as a Fashion Graduate.
I loved it. Generally I love Shoreditch. The days when the exhibition was at the Kensington Olympia in West London was just ok. Shoreditch however is special. Nowhere else in the world can you walk down the road and be immersed in so much originality and creative talent. It must be the most innovative area in London for creatives. It is a central spot for new boutiques and retailers and a major area for artists and creative galleries and events. Anything goes to some extent and this represents everything that modern fashion and creative inspiration should be about.
Looking at the new ideas displayed and speaking to some of the young designers, it is evident that a lot of work has gone into everything that makes a final Graduate piece. Inspired by the past, fashion is in constant motion and always evolving. Graduate Fashion Week is vital for sharing new ideas and presenting what the next generation of designers have in store for us.
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Abi the fashion blogger