Author Archives: logsylou

literature

You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms. The rim
of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

That day in Moscow, it will all come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
and hasten to the heights that I have longed for,
leaving my shadow still to be with you.

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music, photography

there are places i remember, all my life…

…though some have changed. Some forever, not for better, some have gone and some remain. All these places have their moments, with lovers and friends, I still can recall. Some are dead and some are living; in my life, I’ve loved them all. But of all these friends and lovers, there is no-one compares with you. And these memories lose their meaning, when I think of love as something new. Though I know I’ll never lose affection for people and things that went before; I know I’ll often stop and think about them – in my life, I love you more.

This song? Top ten. And perfect for right now, because on this day seven years ago, I travelled one-way up the M6 and landed in Manchester. I’ve been here ever since, so I thought it would be an appropriate time (especially as this city won’t have me for much longer) to pause and count the ways in which I love this place. All a good idea, until I realised I really wouldn’t know where to begin. There simply are no words for the people I’ve met and the times I’ve had. The Manchester Years are famous in my book and I will look back on them with a fondness like no other. If I’ve learnt anything, it’s that the good people are like magnets. So thank you, Manchester, for teaching me that.

P.s. Count yourselves lucky that I chose that song to start this post off with. The alternative would’ve been Tina Turner –Simply The Best (don’t ask). But now for the photos. These were taken (almost) seven years ago of my friend (who happens to be wearing a wig) and I, outside our halls. I seem to remember we loved them at the time. They look even more iconic now.

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fashion

there was music in the cafés at night and revolution in the air.

Not much to report, other than the fact that I’m working my life away and pulling myself through by thinking frequently of the handful of things I have to look forward to [and snatching a sideways fashion-week-glance whenever I can]. Once this peculiar time of my life has subsided, I’m hoping I’ll be able to reward myself with something ludicrous. Speaking of which: Marc Jacobs SS13? Oh but to dream. It’s as if he read my mind.

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music

i couldn’t hear the robins sing – i just wouldn’t have a clue

I remember when I first watched the Concert for Bangladesh. I reckoned it probably didn’t get much more special than that. The Billy Preston That’s The Way God Planned It moment? Quite unbelievable. And then I remember finding this footage of Bob Dylan and George Harrison rehearsing If Not For You on the extras. I didn’t stop playing it for weeks. It’s the tentativeness that gets me, every time. And the bit where they laugh, of course. Too good.

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