Small town American girl navigates life as an expat in the Big Smoke as an aspiring writer, journalist and photographer. Welcome to my world.
A random Saturday,
1:00pm EST
Western New York
Snow silences the shouts of children building forts in front gardens. It settles lightly on brittle branches, in the crevices of wooden picnic benches, on porch steps and birdfeeders and white picket fences. Inside, the scent of pine needles clings to carpets.
There are choices. A.) Finish holiday preparation: cookies, cards, presents. B.) Venture outside, shovel the driveway, rush into the last minute shopping blitz, four wheel drive clinging to icy roads. C) Curl up under an electric blanket with a new novel or a travel magazine with hot chocolate (extra marshmallows) while the snow twirls outside your window.
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Photography
Seven of my photos have been used on Londonist.com. On this entry, this entry, this entry this entry, one for the Sunday Seasonings feature here and two more as Photo of the Day here and here.
This photo was published in Schmap's London Guidebook 2009.
This photo was the banner image for Qype.co.uk's newsletter "Qype Does London", #45.
I recently finished a photoshoot with London-based band, The Stayaways.
Journalism
In Seven: The Bigger Issue is Sometimes Us, a piece about homelessness.
In Seven: An interview and article - Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
Writing
My first novel is currently underway with the working title Memories of Strangers.
I have just written the text for contemporary artist Jacqueline K Crofton's new website which will be launched soon.
Projects
Currently ongoing:
Photo Scavengers, Listen to a Londoner, London Art Spot. See projects link for details.
A random Saturday,
5:00pm GMT
London
Above the city, the night sky is an empty blackboard with a chalk moon, the stars erased by light pollution.
Seven million people: clogging the pavement near Oxford Circus for late night shopping; sipping tea in quiet bedrooms under thick duvets; clapping at the last act of a West End show; slipping slowly through the cracks of society pumping drugs into veins; slipping an arm around a lover for a stroll down South Bank along the winding Thames. Cars, buses, cabs: honk and swerve; delays on the tube. Magical lights, a busker’s tune, new gloves hold a latte to go. The whole world in one city.
Snow silences the shouts of children building forts in front gardens. It settles lightly on brittle branches, in the crevices of wooden picnic benches, on porch steps and birdfeeders and white picket fences. Inside, the scent of pine needles clings to carpets. There are choices. A.) Finish holiday preparation: cookies, cards, presents. B.) Venture outside, shovel the driveway, rush into the last minute shopping blitz, four wheel drive clinging to icy roads. C) Curl up under an electric blanket with a new novel or a travel magazine with hot chocolate (extra marshmallows) while the snow twirls outside your window. |
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Seven million people: clogging the pavement near Oxford Circus for late night shopping; sipping tea in quiet bedrooms under thick duvets; clapping at the last act of a West End show; slipping slowly through the cracks of society pumping drugs into veins; slipping an arm around a lover for a stroll down South Bank along the winding Thames. Cars, buses, cabs: honk and swerve; delays on the tube. Magical lights, a busker’s tune, new gloves hold a latte to go. The whole world in one city. |
© Stephanie Sadler, 2007.