Origami Girl

Sunday 30 March 2014

In which there is Hawkeye and sunshine


A 2 degree rise in tempturature in Britain is a momentous thing. Blue skies and a sense of actual warmth coming from the sun? We're out there in shorts, bikinis and sunglasses. The ice cream van sales are up, the trains are full of people going to the beach and the park is completely full of families and picnics. I am exactly like this. Hence having a picnic in March you know? Anyway, yesterday was one of those kind of days where the sun was hinting at things to come and I could walk around with a scarf off. Only the park was too full of people to take pictures so we took them at the train station on the way to go shopping. I really like how this different location turned out!

I haven't blogged in a while because I have been ridiculously busy. Andy and I have had friends visiting non-stop for about 2 weeks and only now are putting the spare duvet back in its box. We've had people round doing everything from dungeons & dragons, playing with Lego and going out for cocktails. I've got some exciting new Lego pictures to share in my next post!

In fact the shopping trip we went on when the train arrived was to go to Hobby Craft and buy many many things for making me cosplay outfit for comicon this year. I'm going as Erza from the anime Fairy Tail. I cannot wait to show it to you! My wig arrived in the post on Friday and the work on the armour starts today.

I also wanted to give a thank you to all the support I got from you for my post about my feelings of failure surrounding writing, and general life achievements. I'm not exactly over them, but they did really help. I am going to try and keep pushing to be better and figure out what it is I want from life.

We'd just been to the comic shop to pick up some of my regulars when we went to do this shoot so I thought it would be fun to show me reading one of them as well! 

Outfit details
Dress: Charity shop
Belt, tights & shoes: all H&M
Bracelets: Random places
Earrings: market stall
Comic book: Kate Bishop as Hawkeye by Matt Fraction.

Tuesday 18 March 2014

In which I visit an Imagined London (Part 2)

Last week I announced that I am going to do a series of book reviews of fantasy books set in London, to help me get to know the city. You can read my last one looking at the Rivers of London books and The Borribles here.


Thicker Than Water
Mike Carey



I recently read Thicker Than Water, diving into Mike Carey's Felix Castor series. Felix Castor is an exorcist in an otherwise recognisable London landscape. He's not an evil child-attacking exorcist though. In fact one of his friends is a succubus. What he is really is something like a noir detective. All bad language and grittiness, but a heart deep down. These books have a number of similarities to the Rivers of London books and so was a strange read after the latest Ben Aaronovitch, as it was also centred around a tower block in South London. One in which a lot of strange incidents and sharp violence are taking place, which seem to relate to Felix's family and to the Anathemata, the excommunicated militant arm of the Catholic church.

What did I learn about London?
London has some really weird tower blocks. When I finally watch Attack the Block I am sure my opinion of that will be confirmed. Well, maybe. I don't feel like I got a particular grip on one area of London as with some of the others. The hospital, his house, and the block are the main locations so it didn't dive into as much detail about other London locations. It did give a general feel of South London atmosphere, but no new places I am itching to explore.

Review: I've got mixed feelings about this book. Firstly, I don't usually read horror, so this is something of a foray into unknown territory for me. However, I found the gruesome parts of the story more bearable than I expected. They are quite well built up, so as to not seem out of place in the narrative, but also appropriately shocking. I felt a sense of affection for the main character's determination and his general idiotic levels of courage. However, the truth is that his lesbian succubus friend Juliet was a much more interesting character altogether. The book felt a little too male. It's hard to define that, but Felix's general rudeness and closed nature, disagreeing and stomping, sulking, with all the people trying to help him; it was a bit frustrating. Sometimes I was just thinking 'Jeez Castor! Would hurt you to just say thanks one time?'. The books are doing something fun with the London setting which is what I am looking for, but there's a little too much noir caricature in the drawing of Felix to make me reach for the next one.

I will say this as a side point: I really like Mike Carey's work usually. I wrote about meeting him before and I am a fan of his Lucifer series, and the Unwritten. His latest book 'The Girl with all the Gifts' is the best thing he's written so far, and my husband places it in his top ten. So despite not loving these, please don't write him off.


Neverwhere
Neil Gaiman

Neverwhere is a Gaiman classic. It's existed in many iterations: tv series, radio drama, graphic novel, and a good old paperback. Feel free to try any of these and the story is always good. Neverwhere is the story of Richard Mayhew, an ordinary young businessman who makes a life-changing decision to stop and look after an injured girl on the street. Upon doing so he ceases to exist in our work and becomes an unwilling citizen of London Below. He then travels through this new hidden version of our London to find a way to take his identity back, and to help Door avoid the assassins.


'Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere' by JulietteArda, on Deviant Art.


What I learnt about London
The best thing for me in this book is the way Neil Gaiman plays with London locations. There really is an Angel, Islington. Knightsbridge, is now Night's Bridge. You don't want to mess with the Shepherds at Shepherd's Bridge. And “Mind the Gap” has never sounded so sinister. For me that last phrase makes me smile every time I hear it on the Underground, as I look into that space between the platform and the train and imagine what horror lurks there. Tube rides pass through so many Neverwhere locations, so it at the least taught me a lot names of tube stops and gave them each something to associate with. Plus a few art exhibits and paintings mentioned that I'd like to go look at.
I found this picture of Deviant Art, and it is the best portrayal of Door as she is in my head. 

Review
As urban fantasy goes Neverwhere is an instant classic. It creates a setting in which the borders between the a parallel London and ours bleed seamlessly. It's easy to imagine that for some people when the doors open on the Underground, they are getting off a stop you can't see. The characters are also wonderfully rich, especially full of detail in their styling and clothes. I even picture Door's hair and Islington's sneer. Gaiman has these characters very solidly built. I have read this book many times, and whilst it is not my favourite book of his (I'm a Sandman girl) there is nothing he writes badly. If you want to join me in fantasy London reading, it wouldn't be a bad place to start. 


To link these nicely together Neil Gaiman did say that the Borribles (of last week) was a big influence on his Neverwhere. They both really like to make rats a thing...

I hope you are enjoying these reviews! Have you read either of these? Do you have a favourite version of Neverwhere? Do you have any urban fantasy you recommend?

Tuesday 11 March 2014

In which I have the first picnic of the spring



I am an insecure person. I'm afraid that I fail at the very things I want to be the best at. When faced with opportunities to live out my dreams, to do those things I've aimed all my life for, or profess to enjoy and be skilled at, I smack into a conviction that I can't do them. There are definitely moments I have said no because I didn't want to show myself to be useless.

Sometimes I find myself even avoiding repeating things I have achieved in the past by convincing myself that those were one-offs, flukes, luck, or just a good day. I couldn't be successful again.
The biggest example of this for me is writing. When I was 5 I wanted to be an author. When I was 14 I wanted to be a journalist. When I was 19 I wanted to be a literature academic. When I was 22 I wanted to be a mythology expert. When I am 25 I have the chance to make something of it all, and I am still not enough.

I got a first for my degree in English Literature. In fact I got a couple of 80s whilst I was there, a dissertation that I really loved and a tutor who encouraged me. I've written beat poetry that has some glimpses of magical use of rhythm and words. I've had work published in online magazines, and I've written a blog and a diary and many short stories on my computer. I never stop trying to write.

Yet when I see the chance to create something big, every sentence feels it would be better off if it was a copy of someone else's.  I'm always comparing my work to other people, and just waiting for someone to call me out and say 'You can't do it'. 'You're not imaginative'. 'You're not a great writer. You never will be'.

'You should just stick to simple tasks, and be a neat, organised, punctual person, who gets things done with no great stroke of genius behind you'.

Everyone wants to be special, but surely not everyone can be. What if I've had the wrong ambitions all along?


 
 








In other news, Sunday was beautiful and Andy and I went for our first picnic of the year. We went full on British for it with scotch eggs, pickle and mini pies with bread and duck pate. Oh yes. Despite my current mood of introspection the weekend was a perfect one of good food, photographing ducks, ice cream in the sun, and lots of Star Trek episodes with wine in the evening.

Sunday 9 March 2014

In which I celebrate spirograph


Spirograph. It's a classic kids toy from the 90s. It works something like the below:


You take a little cog with holes in it, place a pen in one of the holes, and spin it round a toothed wheel, making perfect geometric shapes. This little travel spirograph set belonged to my sister and after being jealous of it for years when I was a kid, I finally got it from her in my 20s. (Thanks Hannah!)

Every so often I do sit down and play with it for a little while. It is a perfect little box, and just like origami - something that is both creative and ordered. 

My spirograph Desigual dress was one of those perfect items that I saved and saved for. I saw it the shop  at uni, and fell in love with. Spirograph patterns in bright colours, just perfect for my love of the childish.
It was obviously well out of my normal buying price, but I went back and checked it was still there for several months, probably trying it on about 5 times... before finally buying it at the end of second year as a post-exam reward. It's been with me for many summers, but in the last year has become neglected at the back of the wardrobe. It's a fairly snug fitting dress and for a while I was overly conscious of how much weight I have gained since uni, but here I am even sitting down in it despite my awkward feelings.

This is all part of my current project which is taking the time in my outfit pictures to find a way of wearing clothes that have become unloved. If I can't find anything that makes me feel fabulous in them, then to the charity shop they must go. So far, my donation pile is staying very short, and my clothes are getting a lot of love.


The travel spirograph box slides open to reveal a little box for all the different size and shape cogs, and the level to put the paper in. Then it all neatly slots back together again.







Finished!
Did you play with spirograph as a kid? Have you seen it before, or is this a new toy to you?

Tuesday 4 March 2014

In which I visit an Imagined London (Part 1)

 
Where are you from?

It's a question that I can't easily answer. What does 'from' mean?
Do you mean where am I living now? Where have I lived the longest? Where was I born? Where do I identify with? These are all different answers for me. Home is not really a set location, though I try to make each new place have a space in my heart. Here and now I live near to, and work in, London.
But I'm not a London-Girl. Or even a city girl. My feelings towards London are constantly mixed. On the morning train I cross Blackfriars Bridge and look over at Tower Bridge and St Paul's and the Tate Modern and I think “This city is majestic”. Then late night walking around Leicester Square in the summer when it is crushed with people I feel panicky and overwhelmed.

But I want to know London more. To know my way around this place and its history and to make it feel more like home. So I've been reading some books about London, only a London which doesn't exist. What better way to know the city than through a parallel fantasy existence. Right?

I thought I would share with you my story of reading Imagined London, over a series of blog posts.

The Borribles

The Borribles is something like a parody of twee children's literature, with characters who are direct rip-offs/mockety of the Wombles and the Borribles themselves, a little like Mary Norton's Borrowers. The story follows a set of ex-children. London runaways who turn into Borribles, these pixie like people with pointy ears, woolly hats and a love of theiving but a ban on money. A select group of Borribles are chosen for a journey from Battersea to Wimbledon to take down the 'Rumbles' who have been seen on their turf. 

What did I learn about London?
I learnt that there is more to Battersea than a dog's home. Wimbledon is depicted as a terrifying wastleland with no place to hide for the city children. It's vastness is well depicted and something scary to those who love to dart in and out of carts, or run down alleys and steal from market stalls. Yet it made me want to go visit and see this bit of country in the city. The section set in the mud-flats was interesting, and something else I'd love to go see. The dark ominous ooze with creepy people living in the tunnels around seemed very real and not something I had in my head as part of my picture of London.

Review: I'll be honest. I feel like I've let Neil Gaiman and Cory Doctorow down on this one. They both recommended it in enthusiastically their blogs and yet, despite my love of both authors, it wasn't for me. Maybe I am reading it at the wrong age. Despite enjoying Attica, Thief of Always, Coraline, Series of Unfortunate Events and more macabre kid's tales, the violence that the child-like creatures enact was too much for me. I thought I loved dark children's stories, but it seems that I failed to ever empathise with the brutality of the heroes. I was always in sympathy for the Rumbles and the plot never seemed to justify the aggression that was acted upon them. They were weak and laughable, yes, but they just weren't villains to me. Maybe I was in the wrong frame of mind, but I didn't enjoy this book.

Rivers of London series
Ben Aaronovitch

These books something of a cross between a police procedural and Harry Potter. They are set around a very under-funded branch of the Met Police who deal in magic crimes. There are Goddesses, spirits, a Goblin Market, magical serial killers, and a jazz demon. The cast is diverse and as real and solid as St Pauls itself. The London setting is stuffed with historical and architectural knowledge, each book located in a different part of London, with the corresponding map on the cover. It all begins when Peter Grant tries to take a witness statement from a man who was already dead. 


What did I learn about London:
The main character in this book in a PC who studied architecture before taking up policing. As such I learnt a huge amount about the architects who designed London. About the history of tower blocks and the vision for social revolution it was believed they would bring. About that old little church in Covent Garden. I learnt about the history of jazz clubs in Soho, and the façade of fake houses hiding the underground. (Recently shown in Sherlock, but I read them here first). Generally, London seemed to hold a lot more secrets after reading these books and really gave me an urge to explore.


Review:
Ben Aaraonvitch's series of books is something I feel confident in recommending to anyone. Those of us who read a lot of fantasy will find something completely fresh in these books. At a time when you can feel over saturated with teenage vampires or goblin raids these are utterly new. And if you don't like fantasy normally, said lack of Middle Zealand settings and the recognisable London might draw you in. The books don't rely on archetypes to carry the plot, and don't provide cop-outs (Ha) to avoid consequences. They also maintain an air of good humour and energy which hasn't died 4 books in.

Did you enjoy this post? I'd like to do a few more book reviews along the way as I usually read a book a week, and this London thing is a bit of a project of mine. Don't worry there will still be Lego and outfit posts as I'll spread this out!

I've got planned: Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, Mike Carey's Felix Castor books, Un Lun Dun by China Mieville, London Lore by Steve Roud. 
Any other recommendations?

Saturday 1 March 2014

In which Dr Jeckyll is unleashed upon my Lego



I hope you're not tired of Lego. I hope you're not tired of me. Because Lego and me currently we go together very well.
I mentioned my love of Lego to a new person this week and they gave me a look somewhere between utter confusion and mild disgust. It was a little jarring to suddenly remember that there are people who don't respond to that information with 'Oh really? How fun!' Because that's what it is.
There are sometimes weeks where I don't 'play'. Where I don't make anything or photograph any toys. True. But the days when Andy and I tip up the box of Lego, or Playmobil (sadly neglected of late) and just get on with making are so much fun. So if this is all a little weird for you, please move on now and maybe just browse the posts tagged 'outfit'.

Still here? Well then, on Sunday, post-Lego-Movie we took the inspiration message of abandoning the instructions, to build where our hearts take us. I broke apart Gandalf's Cart and a boat and a helicopter and used the parts to make an evil steampunk laboratory, complete with a torture table and captured zombies. And then a flying wagon driven by a Cyclops on his way to rescue his friends from experimantation.
Not what sure what that says about my heart. :)

"Let us out of here! You're the monster!"

"Nooo! Stop this!"
"Twitch"
"Zombie don't bleed! Imposter!"

"Checking on the specimens"


"My new concoction will improve the monsters"

"We will save them Teddy"



"Rocket launchers out"


"And back into the sunset"