Slow Thriller, light of my life, fire of my loins.
I feel like I need to begin my blog with an iconic opening line, and what better than an homage to one of my favourite books? So if that first sentence looks familiar to you, we are going to get along famously.
I have toyed with the idea of starting a blog for a long time, simply because, writing is my thing. Not only is it my thing but I love doing it. I write poetry, short stories, scripts. I write them on bits of napkins, ripped receipts and cover to cover in notebooks. I could start a library with the volumes of notebooks I have. Writing is the one thing I can do that is seemingly effortless. A natural knack. Why not publish my writing online?
A hesitancy has stopped me from blogging until now, something that I like to refer to as The Fear. The Fear likes to weave itself into many different personal projects of mine, nestling itself into the muscles of my chest. Most of the time I can’t pinpoint what I’m actually anxious or afraid of, it’s just a general feeling of uneasiness that prevents me from starting anything new. I’m sure everyone has experienced this and I have come to realise that there is only one way of killing The Fear, and that’s hitting it head on (with your vintage car, the roof down, the wind in your hair, looking like a million dollars). This is the only time I will ever endorse/advocate/approve/recommend/encourage/condone/promote a hit and run.
I suppose it’s probably the best time to mention that I’m a serial oversharer. Nothing is off limits, anyone that follows me on Twitter can confirm this. There is another end of the spectrum but no middle ground. I either keep these red lips completely clamped shut or reel off information to the masses. I can either be incredibly shy or too direct, nothing is in moderation. This is where I can overshare with you.
You might be wondering what the name Slow Thriller means. Originally it was the name of a Tumblr blog I have that I used as a source of photography inspiration. I needed a name that would encapsulate the “style” I was trying to achieve, the atmosphere I was trying to create, the overall “look” of my inspiration, my work and myself. I thought about it for a very long time. I needed something dark, something romantic, something Lynchian. Slow Thriller just clicked. It summed up everything I needed it to. It created the atmosphere I was trying to achieve.
So here we are, the birth of Slow Thriller, from a little flat in London I am bringing you stories about my principal loves; photography, writing, film, fashion and everything in between. Anything else that you need to know will be in the posts to come.
Should I finish with another homage to an iconic opening line?
Call me Felicity.