I had some films processed today and amidst the snow and slush, I remember that crisp Autumn day when we walked down Kingsland Road and into Geffrye Museum. The light was so beautiful.
Here lies the magic of having your films processed. They take you back through the seasons.
It’s funny how quickly the weather changes in a day. I woke up today to a beautiful Autumn’s day. Clear, blue skies. I remember stopping and pausing. Looking up and staring into the golden sun. I saw the slow and graceful fall of a yellow leaf. But I know not what leaf it was.
When it got dark this evening, I thought that it had gotten pretty cold. I wished I brought my mittens out. It properly felt like winter. And then it snowed. In October, it snowed. I remembered that it was only in April that it last snowed in London.
I felt like I’d gone through a year in a single day today. I found some beautiful photos by Cori Kindred, taken on her polaroid. I love how sunsplashed the photos are. This one in particular captured the loss I felt, that memory of this morning’s Autumn day.
I decided to put on the Resident Advisor podcast by Lee Jones. It felt right to sit here on the first winter day of the year, listening to beautiful cinematic music and admiring these images.
Autumn has captured my attention big time this year. It started early in October, in Paris at the Tuileries the trees that line the park looked like fireworks with leaves glowing yellow and golden. The weekend after, in Edinburgh I walked all over the city, captured by the strong colours of falling and fallen leaves. I stopped under many trees, and looked through the leaves hoping to catch the sunbeams. It reminded me of the Size + Matter pavillion in South Bank that was part of the London Design Festival.
Back in London, I was happy to see the leaves carpet the tar roads like nature has been celebrating the golden autumnal sun. Shades of red, orange and yellow fall off the trees and are crisp under each step like nature had been showering us with confetti. In America Fall is so spectacular that people go leaf peeping.
The sunset during this season is breathtaking. I was on the bus on Thursday and it stopped on Chelsea Bridge for a good few minutes, in time for me to witness a sunset that left streaks of pink in the sky. I didn’t think I would be so lucky to see another beautiful sunset again so soon. But tonight on the rooftop of Tower House, we saw one. It provided quite the backdrop for an amazing view of the Gherkin and created a skyline that made London almost magical.
I thought of Nathan Fake’s The Sky Was Pink and kissed the boy.