I had a crazy bank holiday weekend.
As some of you may already know, I’m crazy into music. I’m obsessed. My life basically revolves around it which is why I write in a freelance capacity for Good4Ears, and also dabble in a bit of live music photography. I’m not going to go into huge detail about that in this post, because I have another one planned soon where I can ramble to my hearts content about how much I love music. But basically, this bank holiday I got to shoot my first festival, Fury Fest in Liverpool.
And I fell in love again.
I have this great talent for finding bands that define key points in my life, which render me emotionally incapable and which then remain far too relevant for their own good forevermore. Read: My Chemical Romance (don’t judge me, I was young and impressionable), Enter Shikari, The 1975 and now Moose Blood. Coming into another hugely transitional stage in my life and I find myself reaching for their debut album every day, it’s the only thing I’ve listened to since shooting them this weekend, and when I listen to them now I feel calm. I feel ok. I feel like I can do this, that everything is going to go great, that I’m going to flourish and become the person that I know I can be, that really this time is my time.
I’ve lived so long feeling like I’m not as good as my friends, that I haven’t lived up to my family’s expectations for me. All of my friends have got degrees or have traveled, they’ve got life experience, they’ve all got graduate jobs and they’re all making waves and then there’s little old me. No degree, still living at home slogging away on a low wage desperately trying to keep my head above water and work out where the hell I’m actually going.
Well not anymore. Little old me has a new job in the big city. She has her own flat. She’s moving to a new place where she knows basically no-one but it doesn’t matter because her flat is pretty and she has floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city and for the first time in a very long time she doesn’t feel like the failure of the group anymore. She feels worthy to call these people her friends, she feels like she can stand alongside them and look at all of their wonderful achievements and feel that hers are valid too. And if you’d told her a year ago where she’d be now, she would never have believed you at all. But that’s a whole other story.
To shoot day one at Fury Fest I wanted to be comfortable more than anything. I was exhausted after a stressful week and I wanted to be warm as the weather was horrific and I knew I’d be on my feet all day so I chose my good old Primark disco pants paired with a BoohooFIT crop top to keep me cool and my Topshop shirt over the top to keep me warm. Inevitably my bomber jacket played a huge part of the outfit as it’s basically the best thing I’ve ever spent £55 on and my god was I glad for it when I realised how cold the venue was, but I swear the best decision I made all day was wearing my Nikes. My feet were saved and I didn’t need to complain about them all day. For once I was not that guy.
| Jacket: Topshop | Shirt: Topshop | Crop: BoohooFIT | Trousers: Primark | Shoes: Nike |
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