Hey, gidday mates! I’ve been away from NYC for almost two weeks now, and I’m definitely starting to miss my hometown. The biggest difference for me is that in New York I have an infinite amount of small interactions with people every day — on the street, in meetings, at cafes, in the subway; but in LA I can go an entire day without talking to anybody (except Jenny) unless I specifically go out of my way to do so. What happens if I’m not interacting with people all day? I’m forced to interact with myself, and that’s when the insanity kicks in.
For me, the insanity manifests itself in much the same way it does for a lot of people, I imagine: I scroll through Instagram, look at the event/party my friends were all at in NYC, wonder if it was a bad decision to come out here in the first place, then obsess for a while about why work successes aren’t coming at a faster rate, why that photo I just posted didn’t get more likes, and whether what I’m doing has any value. I could go on, but you get the gist.
The moral of that story is that it’s psychologically unhealthy for me (and probably a lot of people) to have too much time on my hands; that this social media culture of ours fabricates and exacerbates a lot of nonexistent problems; and that (I’m embarrassed to admit it, but it’s the truth) despite the fact that a lot of horrendous things are going on in this world of ours, my number one topic of thought is still me. Can anybody relate? I hope so.
In other, other news, my boy Chris John Millington just wrote a very honest piece about the state of fashion blogging and the problem with brands paying content creators for their audiences as opposed to their creativity, and the dilution of creativity as a result of all this. Check it out, it’s well worth a read.
Shot on the East River run path by Alexandra Gibbs.
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