anyone remember blackberry phones?
on blending the old and new me, plus Róisín El Cherif's new song for Gaza
It’s been a hectic few weeks. I’ve been surfing a kind of energy I haven’t tapped into in years. An energy I used to feed off constantly.
Go! Do! Organise! Meet! Sort! Send!
When I first met my husband, he was very impressed with how cool and busy I seemed – I had a Blackberry (remember them?) and emails dinged constantly, messages I checked and scrolled through with that little round ball in the centre of the phone. When I met him I was running an Arts PR company and my work was varied and often great fun. I might be working out how to (safely!) dye the river Liffey pink for an event launch stunt (for those interested, the stunt failed, and the water, went a sort of rusty russet red instead…), or organising an operatic flash mob in a train station, or manning the guest list of a spiegeltent, walkie-talkie on hip, or writing a press release, or attending a reading or an opening night of a show. I knew people on the doors of all the clubs and bars, I was invited to gigs and plays. I miss that part of me a bit. She was more carefree and fun than I am now and she looked pretty good in a tight gold dress and heels.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Layla O’Mara’s Beauty & Bone to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.