Showing posts with label the sublime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the sublime. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 November 2012

Slow Club's Charles Watson - My New Crush


The photo says it all - all I need to add is that his band is f-ing brilliant too, and that one of the most heavenly moments of my summer was falling in and out of a happy sleep on a train coming down the sublime Scottish west coast, while gazing at this man doing the same - and realising how cool his hair was under his baseball cap and how beautiful his eyes were when he finally opened them.

I think, as crushes go, this one's OK.

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

The castle sublime



Once upon a time there was a photo blog called Wanderlust Europe. The blog was full of hyper-beautiful, hyper-real, hyper-seductive, hyper-sanitised photographs from all over Europe... It called itself "a daily curation of photos from the Old Continent" - and indeed it was full of the kind of images to make even an old-world Edinburgher want to sell all their possessions and to hit the road in search of German schlosses, Venetian eccentrics and Cretan sunsets. For new worlders, already in love with an image of European "authenticity" - as packaged by William Randolph Hearst - it must have been akin to Chinese water torture.

Unfortunately, this Edinburgher became - for a while - slightly addicted to these (significantly, usually people-free) golden snapshots. And, as much as wondering about where the wanderers had snapped these shots, I began to wonder about the techniques used to create the hyper-real effect which Wanderlust Europe as a whole evokes. Now, I like HDR as much as the next i-Phone evangelist, but there is something a bit odd at looking at page after page of images in which the sky is darkly foreboding (I accept that most people are better photographers than me, but there really can't be that many tourists out there in pre-thunderstorm conditions, snapping away, can there?), or vividly orange - or in which the sea is super-turquiose, or the grass disconcertingly green. I love Europe, and I love travel, and photographs, and even indulging in a tough of wanderlust - and in nostalgia for the "old world". Having lived in the "new world" for several years, I know how acute the longing can be for historical buildings, for some "wild" landscape that has nevertheless been traversed for millenia, for some authentic rootedness to place.... and yet, Europe is so much more than this (people live here for a start!). To hyper-perfect it in this way is to create not only a misplaced sense of nostalgia for a place that does not exist, but also to participate in an all-pervading commodofication of experience, of travel - and of history and nature.

I finally killed my minor addiction to the blog through a month-long obsession with the above picture of a castle. I first saw this (literally!) sublime coastal castle on my first browse of the Wanderlust site - I then couldn't stop thinking about it for days, but couldn't remember where I had seen it... I knew it had been labelled as a German castle - but which one? I started googling images of German castles, planning a trip to visit this one, if I could ever find it.... And then I struck gold - I had seen it on Wanderlust Europe and was able to find it again. Excellent, I thought, at last I can find out which German castle it is. But, alas - it is simply labelled as "Seaside Castle Germany". Nevermind: back to google...which seaside German castle?! A tangled web of links followed, which led finally to Mattijn's flickr page.