Hi! I’m Ana

I’m a #content nut and digital native, lover of sweet treats, and pop culture fanatic. I live on the internet. That basically covers it!

let's get all po-mo.

There are so many images and narratives whizzing round in my head that sometimes, I wonder whether I'm really doing something I want to do, as opposed to acting the way I expect someone in my place to. Bear with me as I get all postmodern on you (and I don't mean to be pretentious) but take this as an example. I encountered this field of wild garlic. It was totally glorious. A flurry of images flooded my head; pastoral landscapes by Giorgione, Helena Bonham Carter clutched to Julian Sands' chest in a field of wildflowers chest-high, every fifth photo of girls cavorting in fields on we heart it, Jurgen Teller for Marc Jacobs.

So it seemed to me, the only thing to do was lie down in the field of wild garlic and look up at the sky. Even if I could whiff the garlic smell metres away from the field. Even when I felt lightheaded from the smell of gas from the cars whizzing by on the motorway. Even when I stepped on the ground and I could feel the mud squishing underneath. I lay down in wild garlic. And looked at the sky. And thought Why exactly am I doing this? If I didn't have those idealised images in my head, would I have done the same thing? Even the subject of this blogpost, I realise, has been done better and more eloquently by Jim Jarmusch. Long story short, is there even such a thing as authenticity anymore?

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summer's over (somewhere in the world)

crafting confidence