1. Art and Diseño

issue #3
HOLIDAY
PHOTOGRAPHY | FILM | POETRY | PROSE | PAINTING
EXHIBITION | FASHION | ILLUSTRATION
made in Scotland
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EDITORs’ note
Alistair Gow is a Glasgow based artist. His recent work has come from questioning how we share experiences through two-dimensional media and what is
lost and gained by trying to do this.
Bill in the Campsies was an installation of a billboard painting of an Argentinean waterfall in the Campsie hills north of Glasgow.
he laws of physics says that
there are two fundamental types of
holiday: the sand-between-the-toes,
Madonna-advised ‘get aways’ from
the humdrum of the daily grind; and
the mulled wine, warm socks yins,
filled with the simultaneous anxiety
and nostalgia of any good old family
get together. A holiday is something
we all anticipate and strive for, yet
alternately dread.
CONTENTS
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Editors Note
8
Unplanned // Prose
Jenny Gray
15
Penguin // Poetry
Mercedes Villalba
4
A1, Well Col’ // Prose
Hannah Oliver
10
Elephant // Poetry
Denise Bonetti
16
Holiday Film Mixtape // Prose
Cayley B. James
5
Orange // Photography
Hannah Edward
11
The Swimmers // Painting
Thomas Cameron
18
// Fashion Design
Emily Millichip
6
// Photography
Josh Corkill
12
Best Wishes // Exhibition
Anthony J. Meadows
22
// Cartoon
Laura Guthrie
7
Nostalgia // Poetry
J.A. Sutherland
14
// Photography
Stephanie Benoit
23
Unseasonal // Poetry
J.A. Sutherland
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Editors-in-chief
Amy Shipway
Katie Gallogly-Swan
Published right in the heart of one
such holiday season, the contents of
this issue are by no means confined
to Christmas. From Denise Bonetti’s
lyrical, Berlin haze, to Josh Corkhill’s
otherwordly images, there is an all
all too familiar sense of nomadic
restlessness and deliberate memorymaking.
Design
This issue of Northern Renewal is a
collective creation. Brought to you
by a plethora of contributors and
editors, our process is inclusive
and democratic, borne of many
opinions and showcasing many
voices. We invited artists featured
in both of our previous issues to
return as guest editors and combined
their responses to inform the final
selection.
Sub-Editor
As our biggest issue yet, HOLIDAY
showcases more visual artwork than
before with talents including GSA
and Edinburgh graduates. From
the bemused smiles of Meadows’
Interactive Exhibition to the rich and
nostalgic hues of Cameron’s painting,
the work ranges from the energetic
to the pensive. We plan to continue
this expansion over the coming year
to represent as many art forms as
possible.
A/K/M-L
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Katie Gallogly-Swan
Advertising Manager
Amy Shipway
Marie-Louise Patton
Guest Editors
Claire Barclay
Shona McCombes
Lucian Moriyama
Ann Mackinnon
John McGlade
Elizaveta Maltseva
Nikki Robson
Elyse Jamieson
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a1, Well Col’
S’easy enough and quite alright to say my
dad is Jamaican and s’why he hates the cold.
But he ain’t. Not really. He’s
from Hayes (init). Not so exotic
and exciting though, y’know,
describing that grey, arterial ring
of squat tenements a stone’s
throw from Heathrow, where
cows sway in the parks and BA
workers are almost definitely
not splayed out across the local
pubs troughing pints in
their uniforms.
Still. It counts for a lot to the kid
who ain’t never been camping.
Cause even summer nights are
cold and all a campfire does,
apparently, is conduct it back
up your spine from the outside,
cooled convection currents
down through the dark air and
straight up your backside.
ain’t nothing much better than
a toasted marshmallow, toasty
warm in a hoodie you’re sharing
with your best pal after a day of
bottled beer and football. There
ain’t nothing much better than
chug-chugging goodbye to the
odour of yeast as it’s wafting
through Edinburgh on the
waves of dawn and dusk, and
upping your house into your
cramped student car for a week
to crawl along the motorway for
Oban or Arran, spying the end
side of sunrise through the thin
layers of tent at a time of the
morning you never see for the
underside of your duvet, and
the crispy fresh air seems to
crackle with the steam of your
gas-brewed tea.
Miserable sod.
Phwoar.
The twenty-one-year-old is
grown now and knows. There
Now that’s a holiday. But then
again, you suppose, you can’t
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Hannah Oliver is a
student in Edinburgh.
She is trying her best
to locate her time and
energy in the writing of
Things, sometimes, rather
than in the natural habitat
of Student Life which for
her has consisted in the
main of cold tea, dingy
subterranean nightlife
and duvet.
complain,
when
holidays,
instead, were always drawn out
over that hot equatorial line – the
line of melting yellow tarmac,
the shoreline, the maize line –
that wavers mesmerically in the
midday sun. And adventures
were climbing up volcanoes
and down salt mines, and you
spent your time streaming
sunscreen and mum’s slippery
hands behind you in crystalline
waves before they broke on
the sand, and in the sweat of
steamy mountain jungle-parks.
But then again, you remember,
the shame of the snow, how shit
you are at skiing and skating
and walking, cause you ain’t
got the skills to negotiate the
weather when once in a while
there’s ice on the road so you
gotta get down on all fours
and crawl for fear of falling. It’s
happened many more times
than once and ain’t funny.
orange
And again, you suppose, there’s
something endearing about the
way he dons two hats and four
layers in sunny October to get
out the car and say hullo, it’s
been a monf since I’ve seen ya!
Hope ya’ve heating on in tha
house, Han. Dying for a cuppa.
Cause when he holidays on up
to Scotland he fully expects the
snow to have settled and ice
in the taps. And you guess, in
fairness, he must recall that one
time he tried, and got us all a
Highland caravan, and for five
days straight the rain may as
well have been a hurricane, for
the wind and the wet and the
cold, cramped damp inside four
close walls of seven sore, bored
bodies with fuck all to do. No
thanks. Not that.
And lord knows, you’re glad,
when you feel Saltire sunrays
for a precious fortnight in May,
invariably when exams are full
throttle and the thermometer
butts the head of eighteen
degrees, your dad ain’t the one
who’s beetroot red and baking
in the Meadows with his fiftyyear-old belly on show and
hairy.
Nah. He’s alright, like. We’ve
done well for ourselves. Cause
he can turn round and back
down the A1 and kid he’s got
it better and that south is that
much warmer, and you’ll keep
hoping you’ll last another
winter without crawling home
for Christmas through snowbogged hinter-Highland. And
y’know – you both know, north
or south, home, away, yous
have gotta admit it sometime:
a holiday ends and come
whatever may, the UK’s fucking
cold anyway.
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Hannah Edward is a
multidisciplinary artist.
She studied at Edinburgh
College of Art and an
exploration of landscape
and bodies of water are
central to her practice.
Next year she is spending
3 weeks on a boat in the
Arctic with the Arctic
Circle Autumn Expedition!
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nostalgia
from The Olive Box
I don’t know who was the more
nostalgic of the two of us.
I rued the passing of the red phone box,
you, the demise of the Routemaster bus.
In London we saw a Route No. 38,
Still running for Tourists and Romantics.
Being both, we hopped on at Victoria –
but never made it to our destination.
We spotted two red phone-booths
side by side; an original K2
with its K6 Cousin, and jumped off
at the traffic lights feet-first
like welly-booted kids into a puddle,
and running back to take a picture,
asked a passing stranger to assist.
He obliged but couldn’t hear us say,
Josh CorkillI sees photography as a tool of engagement
with the world and life at this current point of time. It
allows him to explore, to see and to learn.
He wishes to offer no conclusions or ‘truths’ from his
photographs; they are realisations and documentations of
the mystery, the beauty and the unknown.
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‘No, hold it up the other way!’
When the film came back, as expected,
the picture was in landscape,
and all four of us, decapitated.
‘Serves you right,’ you scolded me,
‘For refusing to go digital’ –
both of us forgetting that (unlike you)
I had a camera on my mobile phone.
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J. A. Sutherland
is a writer, singer,
photographer, poet,
composer, playwright,
phone-box fanatic
and film-buff – all
to varying degrees
of accomplishment.
Among various themes,
unrequited love and
telephone boxes pervade
Sutherland’s work.
Sutherland performs
and writes about
spoken-word events,
has been published in
pamphlets, collections,
and online; and blogs at
throughtheturretwindow@
blogspot.co.uk
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unplanned
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The last one belonged to her baby
boy. It was small but it had taken her
the longest to finish. She had spent
hours getting the nativity scene just
right. Contented, she stared down at
the shepherds and the wise men and
all the beautiful animals surrounding
the baby Jesus. His parents looked
over the manger, eyes wide as they
beheld the boy.
This would be their first Christmas together:
Looking up at the mantle, Mary
frowned. Where would be best for the
little thing? She moved as if to hang
it beside her own but stopped. It
wouldn’t look right, no, not at all right.
She moved closer to John’s sock
with its jolly little boat, but again she
paused.
Mary, John and the baby.
She’d put up the tree last week,
dragging it in from the boot of her
car leaving a trail of needles in the
hall. It was early she knew, barely
into December; the thing would be
wilted come Hogmanay. Now though,
it looked resplendent. Mary had
changed the theme this year, out with
last year’s burnished gold and instead
she’d gone for a cool, royal purple.
The tinsel looked just right against the
deep resounding green of the tree’s
branches. She breathed a sigh as
she remembered the poinsettia in the
kitchen, its purple pot matching the
tinsel perfectly.
Jenny Gray grew up
in rural Aberdeenshire
before moving to
Chester to study. After
graduating, she lived in
Vancouver where she
wrote her first novel, The
Lightning Tree, which
was short-listed for
the Mslexia Women’s
Novel Competition
2013. She has just
moved to Glasgow after
completing an MSc in
Creative Writing from the
University of Edinburgh.
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In her hand she held the three
stockings; the embroidery had taken
months of preparation. While John
had slept she had squinted, struggling to sew in the soft glow of the
nightlight. He’d turn in his sleep and
she’d hold her breath, needle poised,
her hand steady as a marksman’s.
Months and months and finally, now
the stockings were ready.
The clock in the hall chimed and she
knew she should be starting dinner.
Around her the house seemed to
close in on itself; each room shrinking, walls and carpets contracting.
Mary could feel the weight of every
empty, silent space. She stared into
the fire, the stocking still clasped
between her finger and thumb like
a talisman, as she allowed her mind
to shift in the way she’d learned in
those past two months. The warmth
from the fire filled her entirely and she
closed her eyes, releasing herself to
the heat and the darkness.
Taking a slow, deliberate step towards the fire, she pinned John’s to
the right of the mantle, the side nearest the door. She was pleased with
the detail and the precision of her
stitching; she’d even sewn on a little
blue sailing boat. It was just like the
one they’d rented on that weekend
away in Berwick. The summer felt like
a distant dream to Mary, a hundred
lifetimes ago, but she’d even remembered the little boat’s name: Swiftly,
there, if she squinted she could see
her neat, unfaltering stitching spelling
out the letters.
She was still standing there when
he came home from work, the room
gloomy now, save the lights on the
tree and the glow from the hearth.
Her own stocking was a simpler affair. She didn’t need too much detail.
The dark mauve material felt pleasing
to her touch, the colour contrasting
sharply against the greyish-white of
her worn hands. She hung the sock
up at the opposite end of the hearth
to her husband’s. They looked professional, shop-bought, she mused,
smiling at the open fire.
He brushed her hair back from her
forehead, kissing the dampness
under each swollen eye. Then gently,
lovingly, he took the worn fabric from
her fingers and, in one swift motion,
tossed it into the blaze.
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the swimmers
elephant
what was
your favorite moment
of this holiday?
you ask me already in vast berlin
in hot pot­crazy mauerpark
among the voodoo bongo drummers
and graphic artist hippy parents
who kiss whoever clapping clap clap on their thighs
& smile back at their golden sun
while holding kind hands
with silver­haired tramps in their pants
you ask
to me
and turn back
already
before even my socks or knickers or liquids up to 100ml
are packed back into the backpack
where they belong.
you smile oblivious
you’re not there
in mauerpark
with angry flying silky pollen and tribal
dancers on their lunchbreak
but without
ahead
looking back over your shoulder
at this very gem­like moment,
reminiscing over now
with the blindest of these
sighs
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Denise Bonetti lives and
studies in Glasgow. The
man who made her the
happiest so far is William
Carlos Williams. She
is interested in all the
good stuff that happens
when you mix up reality
and narratives, truth and
fiction.
The Swimmers is painted from a
found image. It is oil on plywood. I left
the border on the board to emphasis
and embrace the photographic source
material.
Film and photography are major
influences in my work. I liken my
paintings to still frames with the
suggestion of narrative, small parts of
a bigger story.
Thomas Cameron is an artist based in Glasgow, and
recent graduate from Duncan of Jordanstone College
of Art and Design. He specialises in oil paintings,
depicting everyday, familiar scenes that are often
‘unseen’ through their familiarity. He is drawn to the
aesthetic of the ‘snapshot’ and the contrast in the
process oil painting has to the snapshots that his
paintings are based on.
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Anthony J Meadows grew up in the state of Mississippi,
but is currently residing on a boat in Baltimore, Ireland. He
graduated with a Bachelors in Fine Art (sculpture emphasis)
in 2009 and recently received his Masters in Fine Art from
the Glasgow School of Art. His current practice draws
on, and aims to pair the natural and the unnatural. He
is interested in the proceeding relationships developed/
formed/forced between the two and the idea that everything
outside eventually comes inside.
The following images are excerpts form an untitled
audience interactive piece. In the corner of the
gallery there is an installation constructed from a
very large section of soiled carpet, my couch, and
my fake Christmas tree. The presents underneath
the tree are ALL of my personal belongings
(inclusive of family photographs, leftover food,
school yearbooks, clothing, cooking untensils,
watches, wallet, etc.) wrapped in Sunday comics.
During the opening reception those in attendance
were able to pick a present, sit on the couch, and
open their freshly obtained gift.
Best Wishes was a Christmas-themed show
held in Mississippi which addressed a vile and
sad truth. The works are unpleasant, tussling,
aggressive, disgusting, hilarious, cruel, unnatural,
and self-mocking - not dissimilar to our beloved
corporate “holiday”.
Best Wishes
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penguin
Girl + Buoy
A young wincing woman
of four foot eight inches
approaches the pool
on feet sore from pinches
Her toes are bent over
in laughter together.
Their horny toenails like
to bite at each other.
She reaches the pool side
and lowers herself in.
Before she walked heavy
now she glides swift and swims
Heat Wave
She cuts through the water
while others bomb in.
Her monochrome swimsuit
is slick with chlorine.
A flash of black and white
she darts down in the depths.
whilst the wasps play chicken
with the waves at the edge.
Stephanie Benoit is currently doing a Master’s in Creative
Writing at the University of Edinburgh. She loves writing comedy and fantasy and is willing to try her hand at anything else
that catches her fancy. She hopes to someday combine her
love of travel with her love of writing.
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Mercedes Villalba is a domiciled Scot born in Bristol, England.
Now based in Glasgow she is an ex finance type having a
go at being a creative type. In her spare time she is also a
languages student at the University of Glasgow - though her
tutor assures her it should be the other way around.
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holiday film mixtape
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Christmas: The Apartment
“The Apartment” was Billy
Wilder’s last great film. Its
focus on themes of renewal
and reflection are what makes
it a staggering work of human
tragedy playing out against the
“most wonderful time of the
year” - in the shadow of the
American dream. Jack Lemmon’s and Shirley Maclaine’s
performances are steeped in
a mid-century existentialism
as they grapple for a comfortable seat in the world. They’re
forced by the inane gate keepers of success and happiness
to keep moving. C.C Baxter
and Fran Kubelik are displaced
people. She as an elevator attendant. He, an erstwhile junior
executive, with an apartment
he lends out to the higher ups
at his stuffy insurance company
where they can wine and dine
their mistresses in the city.
I once described myself as an
armchair traveller.
Something like the cultural cousin to an armchair
philosopher. But instead of plumbing the issues
of the day I hunker down and take trips around
the world with the help of my favourite films. It’s
how I fell in love with Scotland. Why I pined for
placed like Paris, Hong Kong, Austin and even
my own hometown. I’m hardly the only one!
In my travels through film history I’ve come to
prescribe films for certain situations, festivities
and events. I like programming things. It
comforts me to find something to associate with
an activity. If you’re pining for long ago summers
or lazy holiday Monday lie ins you can return to
them and they bring the feelings tumbling back.
Between suicide attempts on
Christmas eve, adultery and the
grinding inhumanity of capitalist society, The Apartment is a
film that hinges on the decision
to extricate yourself from the
bad. This is the best Christmas
film ever made in the same way
Tom Waits’s ‘Christmas Card
from a Hooker in Minneapolis’
is my favourite carol. Broken
people coming together to try
and do good in the face of new
beginnings. We all strive to be
taken seriously and be respected but its hard to be honest.
It hurts to be fair. The goal of
these characters and the glory
of this film is that it depicts
love as ‘self-respect’ not lust or
escapism or a heightened infatuation but a “love” that means
you can like yourself in some
small, silly, relatable way.
Hailing from Toronto,
Cayley has made Glasgow
her home for the past
two year after studying
Film and TV at Glasgow
University. She is now the
Assistant Coordinator of
Document Human Rights
Film Festival. She soon
realized, in her post-grad
delirium, that her career
will forever be a balancing
act of writing, facilitating
and programming. She
has been known to be
clever once or twice.
Her favourite holiday
destination is: Berlin in
the 1920s (time machine
a must to make complete
journey).
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Summer Vacation:
The Parent Trap
I wanted to go to summer
camp based squarely on my
obsession with this film. The
Hayley Mills relationship caper
from 1961 has one actor play
identical twins who don’t know
the other exist. They meet at
camp, switch lives and try and
get their parents back together.
The first third of the film is loaded with amazing one upping
pranks. From the incredible
booby trapping of cabins, cutting the back of one girl’s dress
away to expose her pants at a
co-ed dance and an exceptionally executed food fight.
As a city kid I was mesmerized by the unwieldy verve in
a world without parents. More
than that though was the intensity of the friendship forged
between the sisters. Friendships that defied reason. When
I did eventually go to camp - I
found myself trying to satisfy
that longing and never found it.
Camp friends existed for two
weeks a year and then they
disappeared. I know others
who kept going back to camp
because it was where they belonged. But I kept going back
intent to find some cinematic
poignancy amidst what proved
to be catty, cliquey politics
rather than Lord of the Flies-lite
survival. Did I want to find my
long lost twin sister? ABSOLUTELY.
Summer is always like that. The
promise of greatness inevitably
breaks down into six weeks
of so-so, langurous days. So
when I feel blue in the darkest
days of winter - and the sun
sets at four it’s easy to retreat
to the inane frivolity of this
childhood classic that promises
matinee madness and long
summer days.
Road Trip: Slacker
Staycation: My Winnipeg
You don’t leave the city limits
of Austin in Richard Linklater’s breakout film. Rather you
careen from one corner to
another, weaving down alley
ways, through windows and
into the eye of an early-90s
flaneur storm. With long takes
that make you lose track of
time and space Slacker is my
favoruite road movie . Some
might argue that it’s a journey
film cause it doesn’t have the
traditional structure and tropes
of other ‘road movies’ where
the action is framed by the
start and end of the journey.
Like Y Tu Mama Tambien for
instance. Rather it’s a seemingly never ending pinging
from one stranger to another
dropping in on conversations
on a myriad of topics from conspiracy theories to relationship
troubles, missing friends and
the aggressive ramblings of the
unhinged.
The glimpses of other ways of
life is what define road trips:
overheard conversations at
a gas station, an unexpected
detour, getting lost - adventure
and mayhem is palpable outside the confines of everyday
life. You can pack up and
keep moving forward without
remorse or melancholy in a
single breath. Linklater’s film
keeps you guessing at what’s
around the corner. How can
this free form nebulous piece
possibly end?
You walk away thinking you
can make a movie too. You fall
in love with Austin. You think
... yes I can move there I can
be one of them. But you know
that’s not real life - it’s just a
moment - and then it’s gone
and you’re on your way home.
Guy Maddin’s ‘My Winnipeg’
is a documentary like you’ve
never seen before. In fact the
director insists on it being
referred to as a ‘docu-fantasia’.
Memoir is spliced with fiction,
history is mixed with half truths
and out right lies. Archive
footage fits snuggly next to
recreations and animation. The
humour is blunt and eliptical.
It’s a longform poem in the
guise of a feature length film.
But the mission is clear. When
you live in the city you’ve
grown up in it’s hard to see it
sparkle in the way it might to
an outsider. How do you make
it interesting?
For Guy Maddin you rewrite
its story. In the process you
rewrite yours as well. In his
case it was through the use of
hand-cranked cameras, black
and white film and a rough
hewn aesthetic. One he had
perfected over his twenty odd
years of making gorgeous idiosyncratic German Expressionist
influenced films. He takes you
through the modern history
of Winnipeg - as he narrates
his attempt to get out of the
snowy gothic hell hole through
dreams. He crafts myths about
the back alley sub city that is
home to rival taxi companies
or the horses that froze in the
Assiniboine river. Their heads
a morbid and romantic tourist
attraction during a 1920s winter. We can all relate to that rut
of home. But putting on rose
tinted glasses of movie magic
can make your stay so much
more enjoyable.
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emily millichip
Independent fashion designer, Emily Millichip, is based in Edinburgh but
her workshop is straight outta some Pacific, sun-soaked dream.
We caught up with her while she was holidaying in Jamaica to ask some
questions about her craft.
Interview by Marie-Louise Patton
M: When did you begin designing?
E: I started designing and making stuff in my early
twenties, after a proper degree and a string of proper
jobs. That drove me to it.
M: What are the main inspirations behind your work?
E: 1950s rebels, pop art, the tropics, the misguided
notion of ‘paradise’. I like misfits and bad behaviour
and have an abiding love of kitsch.
M: Are you inspired by the Edinburgh Street Style?
E: Edinburgh has got pockets of good style like the old
Morningside ladies and the punks, although there is
more going on in Glasgow to be honest. I used to be
heavily influenced by California but then I went there
and had one too many conversations about aliens and
reincarnation and it took the shine off. At the moment I
feel inspired by the South Pacific, South Africa, Nigeria
and Mexico. God knows why I am still living in a cold
Northern country.
M: You rock a lot of 1950s chic, bubblegum pink and
funky Hawaiian patterns. What draws you to that era
of clothing?
E: Apart from the sharp cuts and killer hairstyles?
Definitely the prints and colour palettes of the time.
That candy pink always moves me. And the music. And
the cars.
M: Your pieces feature a lot of loud colour and florals,
what are your favourite patterns and flowers to feature
in your work?
E: I love tropical prints, particularly hibiscus flowers
and foliage like palms or banana leaves. I like the more
botanical prints that are almost painterly in nature. It’s
like wearing a piece of art. And I will never tire of black
and white stripes, and gold. I am not afraid to look
trashy.
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M: What are your wardrobe staples?
E: Red lipstick, black skinny jeans rolled to just
above the ankle, black leather bomber, white
leather clutch, neon red Maasai shuka around
my neck to keep out the Scottish wind. My
personal style is a bit more hard edged than
my designs. But that’s because I am always
working or cycling around town.
know
your
worth
M: Who are your style icons?
E: Debbie Harry, Alabama Worley, Frida Kahlo
and Georgia O’Keeffe. I also love the style of
Natalie Joos. She always looks amazing and
doesn’t take herself too seriously. She has fun
with clothes which is the whole point really.
M: What part of the design process do you
enjoy the most: designing, making or basking
in the finished product?
E: The designing because I am a daydreamer,
and the finished product. I can’t say I savour
every moment of the making. Sewing requires
a lot of patience and I have a weakness for
instant gratification.
M: What’s the best part of your job and being
your own boss?
E: I have autonomy over my own schedule. I
get to choose who I speak to and spend my
time with. I get to listen to my favourite music
and podcasts all day. I have frequent dance
breaks.
M: What are the challenges you face in your
job as a designer?
E: Not being able to switch off, isolation and
fluctuating income. Also resisting the urge to
each chocolate digestives for every meal.
M: What would you say to other young
people who are thinking of starting their own
business?
I have frequent dance breaks
E: Don’t fall into the temptation to under price
your work early on. Know your worth. Due
to the labour intensive nature of being self
employed you will never be able to compete
with high street prices. Produce top quality
work and charge accordingly.
M: What’s next for you? Do you have any big
projects lined up for 2015?
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E: I would like move away from making items
to order and release a RTW collection. I also
have an exciting collaboration in the pipeline
which will be a lot of fun. But that’s top secret
for now.
Northern Renewal // Issue 3 // 2014
Northern Renewal // Issue 3 // 2014
UnseasonaL
from The Olive Box
Some joker has put
Mistletoe in the phone-box
On Valentine’s Day?
Laura Guthrie was born in Inverness, Scotland. She is a short
fiction writer – about 5’2” – a playwright, an aspiring novelist, and
also enjoys cartooning, miniature sculpting, acting, attempting
poetry, and painting imaginary landscapes. She is currently
completing a PhD in Creative Writing at the University of
Glasgow.
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