59 comments · 5 · June 8, 2012
Nostalgic End Street.
I’ve come to the place I’ve missed the most. It’s my childhood, the dream I’ve had when I was young. Now, it feels like I have to stop dreaming and start reacting towards them. I want to be an artist and I believe I already am, it’s just that I don’t want to be a suppressed artist that lives in a third world country whereby I have no creative outlets, no work, no internet, no social life, no friends, no one to talk to.
I’ve said this many-of times on LookBook, you guys do actually mean so much to me because it’s as if there’s no one else seeing or listening to me. When I post a look on LookBook, I don’t do it competitively. I do it because it’s the only place I can show-case my talent (well, what I believe is). I’m no fashionista; I’m a photographer – an artist of mediums.
One of my greatest inspirations is nostalgia; I think it plays a valuable part in my life as I have lost so much in the past. This doesn’t mean that I am stuck in the past, no, I look forward to the future but I gain from the past as if it were some sort-of secret power (think of it in terms of superman - instead of flying to save the world, I use nostalgia to keep my inspiration high and if there’s anyone that would know how important inspiration is – it would you guys).
When I was little I wanted to look after all the animals in the sea, exact from my mouth. Then, I wanted to live in a tree house and take care of the animals in the forest. Growing up in Zimbabwe, the environment definitely influenced my decisions in life – and as much as my mother would say, ‘then you should become a VET,’ I didn’t – I wanted to look after and pet all the animals.
I started to grow up, I started to draw. Then one day I went to my father’s work-place. I stood in the middle of the factory, set my cell phone camera on timer and took a picture of myself near the end of the exit. It’s still one the best photos I have ever taken regardless of the quality. I nurtured creative side, because I was always an awkward kid. All I could do was take photos; it was only the beginning of this year that my mother bought me a camera. This was the most beautiful present I have ever received – knowing that it’s difficult for her to afford such a thing since my father passed away.
Before I knew it, I was growing up and forgetting what I wanted. I was having sex, kissing people, smoking one too many cigarettes, getting drunk occasionally. Today it took me back though, I daydreamed for the first time in a while, I thought of all the people – the music in my head. The endless list of the things I want to do. I want to be in New York is number one.
…and I’m sure, with nostalgia, I’ll get there.
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