A Year In Photos
I was inspired by photographer Olivia Bolles' visual summation of her year for i-D and as imitation is the greatest form of flattery I also stole the idea. It has turned into a rather exhaustive summary of a strange year of flux; finishing university and not knowing quite what to do next. Goodbye 2016, you were good to me if no one else.
January
I committed to culture and unemployment. I split my time between London and Bristol, I saw multiple plays a week, joined an orchestra, watched a lot of films, saw a lot of art, but mainly drank infinite coffees with infinite friends.
February
I began freelancing proper. I made a website (welcome!) and people started regularly paying me to take pictures: I shot my first editorial spread for The Rake magazine, I did a lot of headshots, and I began an (ongoing? unfinished?) photography series on tattoos.
March
Travel. A day in Paris, a road trip to Cornwall, 48 hours in a shepherd's hut in Wales and a day in Ireland for a family funeral.
May
I took the plunge and moved to the South West for an internship. I lived somewhere beautiful, I cycled to work, I read endlessly, I reconnected with my cameras, and the weather was flawless for an entire month.
June
I got lonely and I missed London. (Brexit happened.)
July
My internship ended and I promised myself a job-search-free summer. I photographed my first wedding and shot my first short film (in Frankfurt!) and went to my first Brainchild Festival.
August
The first film I ever worked on came out (it was bad). I summered in France and Buckinghamshire. I went to a lot of job interviews.
September
I started a job at the ICA and began commuting somewhere beautiful every morning to interview artists, photograph fashion shows and invite people for drinks in my workplace. (amongst other, less glamorous things.)
October
I spent a lot of time remembering how to get up before 9 every day. I bought Doc Martens and they changed my life. I became Company Photographer and Marketing Associate for Forward Arena, and helped sell out their transfer to the Arcola Theatre.
November
I perfected the art of the long weekend away in Manchester and then Florence and I poisoned myself with extreme amounts of booze at work and at play.
December
I joined a book club. I left a wedding party at 10pm. I went to the ballet. My partner moved in with me. I visited Amsterdam and didn’t smoke any weed as I felt like I was coming down with something. The year ended and clearly so did my youth.