
A short flight from Newquay Airport aboard the good ship RyanAir, and I find myself in London for a mere £15. When I say find myself, I really mean it. The week previous, I have been preoccupying my time with anything that is the furthest from writing a contextual essay as possible. However, upon my arrival to London, I am doing mental deconstructional analyses of various signage, adverts and design. For instance, the new Sure deodorant print adverts outside my bus stop in Camberwell, designed to target women. Okay, I understand that the image is representative of the product, but I am also taking apart the Freudian, combining with the intertextual, and coming up with something altogether different. When I point this out to my girlfriend, she simply states, "Why would any woman buy a deodorant that consists of metals," citing the health issues that go alongside our social construction of smelling "good."
As the bus drops us off in Covent Garden, we undertake the social responsibility to keep the economy moving, both purchasing new shoes from the
Natural Shoe Store. Mine, a pair of
Simple Eco Shoes made from old tire rubber and hemp. A good choice, I think as I wear them proudly out of the store and down to the Leicester Square to have my first London Musical experience at the
Queen's Theatre to see "Les Miserables." I give it a thumbs up.
Previous to the shopping, dining and musical performance, we had enjoyed the
Camberwell College of Arts Exhibition Show in Camberwell. The show was well attended and the illustration, though quite conservative, was well executed. The basis of our interest was to witness the final work by one
Sarah M. Clark, a Master of Book Arts at Camberwell, and also twin to my beloved.
Now, I find myself back at my desk contemplating the journey, the stock market, and the contextual review ahead of me. I was recently instructed by a
recruitment agent to take in life so that I might exude its glory. Hopefully, some of that glory will work its magic from my memory banks, and into the lines of my impending paper.
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