SUBTLE INTIMACIES.

SUBTLE INTIMACIES.

I’m a huge believer in open windows, fresh air and clean surroundings to get, not only the creative juices flowing, but simple happiness. If the sun, which brings all but vampiric beings joy, can manage to get its arse out when the clouded, grey hues are too prevalent – what’s stopping me?

I once read a paragraph written by the ever lovely, Jess Blanch – Editor in Chief of RUSSH Magazine who upon purchase of rose tinted lenses received a greatly welcomed new outlook on, well... Everything. In fact here are her words straight from the pages:

The daily rituals – to eat, sleep and bathe – the subtleties in the way we do them, that makes each of us different. The acceptance that creams, nor clothes will ever really ‘make’ us beautiful, but can certainly change the way we feel. It became about uncovering hidden intimacies, exploring eroticism, nourishment and even fulfilment and revelling in the gorgeousness of the everyday that doesn't need to be shown off.

There is a selection of beautiful things that uncover our real soulfulness and happiness which we do not necessarily portray to a wider audience. If it’s the way we look at ourselves­ in the mirror as we walk past – maybe it’s a ridiculously pulled expression or a furrow of the brows, or the way we put on our shoes as we’re running out the door – pulling down to place them on our feet gracefully or shoving them on with force in an attempt to get going faster. This is what uncovers the beneath, the inside, it’ll always be a beautiful image to have possessed. It can tell you a lot about someone, the way they move out of someone’s way as they’re walking down the street or the way they’re too focussed on their mobile device to notice oncoming foot traffic. The way they order their coffee in the morning with sincerity or with a haste that shows desperation. The way they tap their thumbs to some kind of beat upon their steering wheel, or the way they take their bottom lip between their teeth and push their spines forward to navigate their way through a particularly busy intersection.

If Andy Warhol is one to go by, it’s these things that really tell us about one’s soul – it’s these petite intimacies that keep us interesting and interested.

I usually accept people on the basis of their self-images because their self-images have more to do with the way they think than their objective-images do. – Warhol

It seems to be an objective-image that we use to grab attention, not just for others – but for ourselves also. We take time to pick out a fitting lipstick, and time to expertly primp our hair to the way that we like – there’s a constant surveilled aspect to life that forces an extra few mirror glances before walking out the door. Though, with our minds unfocused on the natural actions of our minds and bodies in co-operation, we’re able to portray an image beyond objectives – an image which interests others, which exposes a beautiful identity of one not particularly offered willingly or noticeably.

I leave with a mention of Lenny Kravitz and his philosophies which inspired this post, and continue to inspire me to focus on not which affects me today, but what leaves life and nature willing to open itself for myself to relish in many a meaningless movie plot, an amateur fondness to classic literature and a frantic, hand-shakingly, constant panicked state.

The most important thing is to enjoy what we have, because if it all goes away tomorrow, you still need to know how to be happy. – Kravitz