Clocking in and clocking off.
I probably clock in 10-12 hours a week day, and clock off maybe four hours. By that I mean, I try to turn the cogs in my mind for 10-12 hours, and the other four are spent mindlessly flicking through my phone, watching YouTube videos as if I was eating a tuna mayonnaise sandwich and drinking value orange juice from Tesco – something that tastes like taste but mostly bland, beige sustenance. I rarely use my phone (as in clock off) while talking to someone else, and naturally I consider face-to-face interaction to be one of those “clocked in” hours. I.e. an hour I use to pass time wisely.
I wouldn’t say time spent on social media is a total waste. Of the fifty images I might see a day flicking through my phone, I probably take in 10% of them. Unreasonably, I don’t consider that actually a bad number, as the amount of shit we are relentlessly bombarded with day upon day and hour upon hour, seeing pops of red and blue in a slop of beige is better than simply sipping on a cold, unloved cup of coffee. I used to consider the fact we overloaded ourselves with information. We knew too much, and diluted our knowledge with facts and normative statements that wouldn’t be useful even in a pub quiz. What I think is closer to the truth, is we haven’t overloaded anything. To overload, we have to load. I think we don’t register much of what is being said or being seen, we just glance and glance, nodding our head willingly and instead wait for our turn to speak, to express, with diminishing pauses to appreciate in between. We don’t create discussion, we instead throw our opinions regurgitated from other opinions we saw went viral on Facebook. The algorithms, in most cases, show us what we want to see, or what we might like to see, rather than something that might challenge us, or perhaps make us think.
I think what’s being sapped by our clocked-off phone hours, are experiences. We should experience more. I don’t mean experience a life through someone else’s “curated social media lifestyle”, I mean tasting food without a time or schedule in mind, or hearing the echo of your footsteps within an exhibition’s space rather than just snooping the hashtag and reading captions. Yeah, I laugh at a lot of things on my phone. But I also laugh over food, drinks and with eye contact. I know which I prefer, and which I remember.
The change in seasons made me ponder a little about human intricacies. Walking down the road you’ll see people brave themselves against the cold with a mishmash of fabrics, layer upon layer of knitwear and coats, scarves and gloves, beanies and fleeces. Autumn and winter seems to fade away the sun-soaked smiles, and leaves individuals looking a little contemplative. You spend so much energy on trying to keep warm and get to your destination that you end up putting this Gordon Ramsey-grumble on your face.
I had all these incredible clothes that didn’t quite work on my ‘Food Porn’ shoot so I ended up shooting them on Ellie. They’re all these fun, thick layers which I originally wanted to use to mimic layers of food. They’re quite telling of the season’s trends, with oranges and shades of green in the form of cushy knits. They made me think of one of my favourite activities in autumn/winter: walking around the house wrapped in a duvet, spilling a mug of tea as I juggle that and the tufts of fabric. Something I’m attempting right now actually, as I introduce ‘Slumber’ to you, served with a keyboard laced with dregs of hot caffeine. Enjoy.
Look 1 – rollneck by Edwin
Look 2 – cardigan by Acne
Look 3 – jacket by Marcus Lupfer
Look 4 – jacket by Filippa K
Look 5 – rollneck by Acne
Look 6 – rollneck by Edwin
Look 7 – shirt by The Kooples, cardigan by Acne
Look 8 – cardigan by Acne, shirt by Sasquatch Fabrix x Mr Porter
Art by Karlmond
Assisted by Devon Greene
Modelled by Ellie Fox