Two Thousand and Sixteen. I cannot bare to think of the words ‘new years resolution’… How finite and singular it seems, as if one could achieve nothing if it were not predisposed by midnight on a New Years Eve. We swerve, altering our courses when we are moved; inspired. Auspicious timing can be a decision of individual creation, remember that.
Something has been stirring within me for the last two months, summed in a single word. I am about to have my driving licence and the moment I can jump in without supervision will be akin to the moment the clock strikes 12 and an energy is ignited.
Adventure for what is out there. For where random twists and turns lead me. For magical moments and driving toward a huge moon, enlarged by the perspective of the earths’ axis. For these are the moments I crave. The moments I will soon have access to. My car may be the physical vehicle but adventure is something more than the wheels that will take you or I there. It is an innate sense, one that pushes adrenaline throughout your veins, having you think that it is stardust – so invincible and bright you feel. It’s the stuff that widens your eyes; That puts your instincts into gear and one that seems to seek for itself all the glories life has set out on a silver platter.
I cannot but help to become childlike when the feeling of freedom and adventure consumes me. The little things are most full of joy. Even waiting for a train that may never come can be quite the fabulous journey.
The business of life is the acquisition of memories. In the end, that’s all there is. Downton Abbey
I love films that are set in, on or around a train and railway. Films such as Richard linklater’s Before Sunrise or Wes Anderson’s Darjeeling Limited; they all have that will for adventure. It is deeply rooted within the characters and story line current. When Marc Jacobs (for Louis Vuitton) explored the notion of train travel as inspiration for his Fall/Winter 2012/13 show, I was so enchanted by the idea that a train could pull up in the middle of Paris’s Louvre Museum Gardens. Re-visiting the space last year, I had to close my eyes for a moment a listen out for the tell tale whistle blow of the conductor. That show was an incredible moment for defining how I saw fashion – not for the clothes, but for the atmosphere and how style could make you feel as if you were off on a big adventure.
Wherever you end up on your adventures, embrace those moments. Secure them in your memory and let them fuel your fire to go further, challenge deeper – fall faster into the bliss that is at the height of chasing down adventures to its dazzling depths.
All photography by Joseph Cassar. 2015