I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvellous that only the marvellous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvellous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

– Anaïs Nin



F*CK LE WORLD. Its 3:40 am. I literally just finished reading a blog post by a very talented friend of mine Cecile Emeke. Funnily enough I stumbled upon this article of hers strolling through the timeline, when I should really have been:

  1. Asleep
  2. Finishing off the work I was running away from

When she receives my twitter notification in the morning she’s probably going to think ‘why the heck is this crazy fella up at crazy o clock reading my inner musings?’ Or maybe just maybe, as a creative she’s up too. Who knows? Only time will tell, ironically.

Well back to the topic. There was a key theme within her blog post that really hit me, a topic funnily enough I was debating with my mentor, Natalie, earlier today. Quite simply I have turned into a perfectionist – which bluntly can be defined in other words, as a coward. I am scared. Yes I said it, I’m afraid. I’ve literally dedicated the past couple years of my life working on various projects which ultimately will not only act as a catalyst for where my life goes, but consequently shall also simultaneously shape what my friends, family, and familiars think of me. Everyone who truly knows me simply knows I’m a very secretive person; now it all seems to add up – I don’t keep things to myself due to the fact that I like to keep myself to myself. In fact quite simply, I’m scared of what people may think. How can a photographer who shares his work regularly feel this way you ask? Well you know what they say (whoever ‘they’ are), you never know what goes on behind closed doors. Nobody sees the indecisiveness attached to taking that leap to share your work, the countless ideas that never come to fruition, the opportunities you never capitalized on. Should I or should I not’s, will they like this, will they love it, will they even get it?

I truly believe that whoever ‘they’ may be, we need to point our middle fingers at them and tell ourselves that we actually don’t give a flying monkey about whatever it is they may or may not think, now truly is the time to take that leap. Literally, as Disney movie as it may sound, trust your instinct and go with your gut. I owe my art a lot in my life. I’ve come such a long way from a child. I suffered from some stupidly crazy eczema which had me questioning my very existence at times. It literally got to the stage where I would only wear long sleeve garments just to hide myself away from the world. Well now, can you imagine I’m a nude model (well I did it once and it was rather liberating so I guess I can claim that title.) Ultimately I believe everyone should become a nude model in their own right, whether that may be by doing something you couldn’t imagine yourself ever doing, or simply by speaking out when that inner urge within you wants you to. Don’t hold back. Your imperfections shape who you are so there’s no need to hide them. So now go back & scream the first three words in bold from this piece and smile.

Mathieu Ajan

(Mathieu is a friend of mine; This text was in an email he sent to me.)



[Cuba, 1993 by Rene Burri]

Every single breathing human being on this earth has a life, an existence, a reality.. just as you do. The world that you are living in – with your hopes, dreams, fears, thoughts, emotions, the people you love, the things you see, the things you cherish, all of your goals – These are real to you. These are everything to you. This is your LIFE. It’s all you know. It’s what you hold dear, hold close. When you step back for a second and use your imagination, your compassion, your empathy; you will realise that every single person you come across has the same feelings you do. They have their own version of a life, a reality –  And it’s just as important to them as yours is to you. When you really feel, understand, and try to relate to that truth, soon it will be easy to be happy for people. To see people who are doing wonderful things, and rather than feeling hateful, bitter, jealous.. Thinking to yourself, ‘Wow, that person has reached a goal or accomplished something great, and that is so beautiful.’ It’s something they wanted so fiercely. Something they worked for. Sweat for. Lost sleep over. Lost money over. Maybe even missed important moments in order to manifest. Something they dreamt about, just as you dream and hope for things in your own world. Them doing well is amazing. It is beautiful. As soon as we can step back and put ourselves in someone else’s shoes so completely to the point of intuitively understanding their world as we have grown to understand our own – When we reach that level how can we not be joyful, awestruck, and inspired by another’s happiness and success? Me being envious or hateful of you will not magically propel me forward in my own life, and it won’t magically make you fail. All it will do is kill the love and kindness in me, which inevitably only hinders me and my growth, no one else’s. Let the success of others incite desire and passion in you, let it inspire you. We’re here on this earth to help each other. To live together. To share ideas of love and kindness, not to pull each other down or close ourselves off from one another. People are precious and special. People are beautifully fragile. Let’s only work to promote ideas of love and mutual togetherness. Let’s not ignore each other. Let’s SEE each other. We cannot push away the fact that we are all connected by the invisible force of a conscience. An understanding. A heart.

Be happy for people.