Tag Archives: Trends

To age or not to age?

Although I’ve quietly revelled in the salt and pepper slowly shading the locks of my friends, while styling my hair recently, I found a stray grey.

What to do?

There was no one around and I was quite entertained so I showed the stray to Wolf, who instantly shed a tear and refuted the fact that I was getting old. Although I was surprised, I guess getting old equates to dying and that is not allowed.

I’ve noticed something else too recently… fine lines around my eyes. Oh, and there’s a line appearing inbetween my eyebrows, I guess from frowning too much.

My brother and sister mocked my concerns but my mother took a different tact and suggested some “preventative botox” – perhaps the European gene would call shotgun on this whole aging business (awesome) and I should look into ways I can avoid wrinkles even forming.

So inspired by fear, I did a bit of research, spoke to a couple of beauty journos I know (who agreed my concerns were unnecessary) and although I don’t like the idea of injecting poison into my body at this age, I came across something quite alarming – a trend for people to get plastic surgery to enhance their career.

Continue reading

Advertisements

Just Google me

I was at a gig this week, reveling in all the good music currently on offer, when I was approached by a new friend. We keep bumping into each other at events and share a loose connection via work. And while entertaining some small talk, he mentioned something that I know I didn’t tell him.

It was a small and insignificant fact, but still, he must have picked it up online as it’s not something we’ve ever discussed.

It made me wonder… Could I have been Googled?

Continue reading

Fast, slow, fast, slow

I know it’s a trait of modernity, but I feel a rebellion against instant gratification lately. We can get everything on demand these days. What happened to a slow seduction and developing ideas over time?

Instant messenger, instant friendship, instant pleasure, instant food… I feel like turning off, going off the technology reservation, writing letters, slow cooking and getting to know people over long afternoons where there’s comfortable space for a bit of silence.

I think we can sacrifice quality for wanting everything now. Flavours don’t have any depth – whether it’s in a relationship or a concept. I don’t want to use abbreviations anymore. I want someone to tell me a good story. And the irony is that I want all of this now.