-Brompton Road, near Harrods Department Store
-Male in his late 20s
-Tall and tan with a clean cut beard
-Wore flip flops, grey sweatpants, a grey sweatshirt and a light blue baseball cap
-Seen sculpting a dog out of sand
First off I wish I knew your name but more I wish I new your story. Why sand? There’s a tons of materials in world what made this your passion. Is this your full time job or just a hobby? If it is a hobby to you wish it were your job? Why did you chose you chose to make a dog today? Do you just destroy the work once it’s finished? If so do you love the destruction or does it tear you up inside? Who taught you how to do this? Would you teach me?
I was waiting for the train on one of our independent exploration days when i sat next to this really cool looking guy on the bench. i wondered where he was going because he looked like he was a stylist or something. while waiting, There was an announcement that the train was having problems and passengers should reroute by taking a different line. He didn’t look like he knew where to go and neither did I, so we ended up talking and getting on the next train together. His name was David and he was also 22 and from Poland. He told me he would like to visit the United States some day and then we exchanged information via Facebook. I thought he was pretty cool and enjoyed meeting someone so randomly.
One afternoon, Allen, Jack, Marlys and I were walking around a community and trying to find “trash” or random objects for our project. We found a piece of white paper in someone’s backyard. We tried to pick it up and the owner saw us. He came out and asked what we were doing. We told him we were artist and trying to find trash for our project. He was really skeptical about this. So I was like really? we look like good people and we are. But he picked up the paper and handed it to us. We left and he went back to watch tv.
so a group of us went out bar hopping and we all ended up in shoreditch at this crowded bar I was getting a little claustrophobic so I went outside to get fresh and one of the bar tenders came out in break. He had a sandwich in his hand so I had asked him if there were any food places still open, he said no, not this late and then started talking about the night and random little small stuff but then he had to go back on his shift and ran inside before I could know his name.
I can’t even remember her name. I met her in the beginning of that day, but didn’t really talk to her the rest of the time. She was very social and I feel like she tried to talk to everyone, but I kind of strayed away. I sometimes get intimidated by people who can just walk up to others and start a conversation. She seemed extremely nice though, and that’s why I wished I had talked to her. I’m sure she would have said something to me that would have made me smile or that I would have remembered after the trip was over
There was this one person
At a club in london
They had a shaved head
And beautiful earrings
But I can’t remember what the earrings were like
I just remember I loved the shape of their eyes
And I was intimidated/the time passed too quickly for me to say anything to them
Or at least that was my perception of it
And then I looked back and they were gone
They were wearing a black dress
I remember that
It was like a night slip
But idk they disappeared,