a fashion writer's fantasy musings
It’s been a laidback winter here at the Windhill Journal. Evidently too laidback, as I’ve been sleeping on the Journal; the last post was in January. This blog post exists because I got a call about the website’s hosting. Guilty, red-handed, for sitting around on a business expense.
As it stands, John Langan’s The Fisherman was a key component to my blog writing renaissance of 2022. It hurled me back into the world of fiction and literature, a creative pool I’m familiar treading. My Grade 10 summer nights of young adult fantasy, rented from the local library, were the best.
Parasite Eve’s piercing winter setting begged me for a holiday playthrough last year. My creativity forge is kindled by JRPG femme fatales, so post-playthrough, I tinkered and eventually forgot about this PlayStation cover art mock-up I cobbled together.
I am only at waist-level in the waters of the magical prose of Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, and I’m enveloped, dripping in glorious, rich fantasy. I’ve built up to this enjoyment, training and enduring.
Coming from the rhapsodical squelching of Product, a compilation album pushing the avant-garde edges of pop music, to the aquatic, otherworldly shimmer of Oil Of Every Pearl’s Un-Sides perfects the organized freneticism of SOPHIE’s signature sound.
Arguably one of the most nuanced, and criminally discounted, female protagonists of the Final Fantasy series, Ashe lays claim as one of my personal favourite FF characters. Ashelia B’Nargin Dalmasca, a princess of a conquered nation, has motives that live within the grayscale of the plain-sightedness of good and evil within most games in the…
Any positive news concerning the body of work of Britney Spears, the unbreachable and ubiquitous celebrity extraterrestrial and a personal god, is cause for celebration. Thankfully, thirst for Spears music can now be quenched with the Dolby Atmos Music spatial audio update.
The palpable youthfulness of the Versace Resort 2023 collection is aiming directly at a Britney Spears-type client – an unabashed feminine rock and roll presence, energy directed to expressing power and freedom, whilst petrifying her foes. She’s fun, spontaneous, and a bit bad.
I have written about my recent enjoyment of cosmic horror before, in John Langan’s The Fisherman, I highly recommend. Though this is the first time I’ve seriously dived into H.P. Lovecraft’s work.
Mention of muscles and sinew, nerve and connection feel particularly real to me these days; I recently incurred a pinched nerve injury, which has debased my regular routine and sleeping pattern.
The allure of the cosmic horror genre has sunk its creepy claws (or tentacles?) into my reading habits. The origins of my new obsession stems from watching Jordan Peele’s recent horror/sci-fi feature Nope a few weeks ago, during a visit home by my chef brother.
Britney Spears might be my favourite pop artist of all time, but Mandy Moore’s eponymous sophomore album will always be the first album I bought with my own money.