Insteresting that. There’s something so special about that tatty box of photographs. I don’t go through it very often, but if I had to lose it I would be devastated. It documents my life, my history, my lessons, my scrapes, my discoveries and my hopes for the futures. So even now, if you had to ask me what I would grab first… my box of photographs, my camera and my laptop. *
Also on the topic of fires…
Yesterday I heard that a section of Camden Market has burnt down. That was shocking news. Camden is one of my favourite places in the world. I can (and have) spend hours there just wandering the narrow alley ways, finding the weird and exciting. It is a place which captures my imagination and has me wanting to change my image, my lifestyle every few steps.
So to hear part of it had been destroyed by a fire, felt, strangely, as though part of my home had been gutted. I frantically searched news websites to find out what had been decimated. There was a great pair of spiderweb fishnets I’d almost bought there. I told myself I’d go back. I know that countless other stalls in Camden will have the same pair – but I can’t get them at that stall.
Unlike my house, I wouldn’t be able to choose what to save if I was in Camden Town when a fire broke out. How many pairs of New Rocks could I carry, how may corsets and capes could I grip under my arms, how much jewellery could I clutch in my fists?
I think, that all I would desperately try to save, tuck safely in my pocket, is the spirit of the place – keep that, at least, from being burnt.
From reports it would appear that Camden is going to rise from the ashes, a tatty, dishevelled, slightly wonky and twisted phoenix. And you can mark my words I’ll be back there again before the year is over.
* Before you freak about me not taking my cat… I don’t have one at the moment.