So I have been forced to share my 'guilty' pleasures, here goes...
"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
I have expensive taste and am sometimes unable to resist the pleasure of a beautiful item of clothing, an elaborate evening of sophisticated frivolities, a delectable culinary masterpiece, or a beverage rarity to ensnare the senses and enrapture the taste buds. It's not worth living if you can't feel alive, and feeling as though the world is at my feet is a divine sense of elation indeed. I spend most of my weekends in Central London where I partake in the odd tipple or two at my favourite hotel, cocktail, and champagne bars. I also recently won a charity raffle of which the first prize was £1000 to spend at Mr Porter; I used it to purchase a single Dolce & Gabbana tuxedo jacket for £920 and spent the rest on cashmere lined dents (gloves), glorious.
Yes, unjustified spending is a vice of mine and a pleasure. Join me for a tipple?
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."
As you may have read in my Obsessions blog I am a fan of role playing games, becoming a character which is not I is the perfect escape from the reality, and a nice break from the life and body which is thrust upon us at birth; after all, variety is the spice of life. Wearing a mask is the matchless mystery and the peerless puzzle, it impels those around you to judge by body language and speech, and to play the endless game of imagining what lies beyond the enigmatic illusion. It is of course not just about the intuitive game, it also allows one to experience their interests first hand, in my case my love of the 19th century, gothic horror, mythology, et cetera. Fancy dress is an opportunity to expose your eccentric side for a night of merriment abstained of consequence.
The photo to the right is of me in my Dark Angel costume last Halloween, this year my plan is similar yet very different, can you guess?
Creating Awkward Situations
"A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal."
My humour is the sword I wield to carve out the individuality of my character. It is also the perfect tool to unearth the personality of others. My humour can be very dark and deadpan, and nothing amuses me more than when someone doesn’t know jest from sincerity. When someone is shocked or lost for words my work there is done. I simply cannot help it, I take pleasure from other people's perplexity and consternation. Awkward much?
Looking in Mirrors
“Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.”
I know, I know, what a terribly vain pleasure, but don't get me wrong; I'm not saying that I look at myself with the desire to gaze upon something beautiful. To look at ones reflection is to see how others perceive you, aesthetics are everything in this world of judgment and assumption. Don’t tell me that you don’t occasionally look into car windows as you walk down a street to have a peek at your own reflection from time to time?
I do believe that If you stare into your own eyes for long enough you may find that you learn more about yourself, and about how others see you. Looking into one’s eyes is to look into their soul, and to know thyself is the first step to controlling your life.
So I have opened up my heart and soul...not really, this is barely scratching the surface of my unusual nature Someone tell me I am not alone in my oddities?