WONDERFUL people THE WALT DISNEY ISSUE
Contents. EDITORS LETTER - 3 AMY HOPPER - 7 DISNEY LAND PARIS - 15 TOGETHER IN PARIS - 23 FRENCH FANCY - 29 DELOREAN IS NOT OKAY - 37 IDIA DOLLS - 39 OUR FATE LIVES WITHIN US - 47 THEY CALL IT STRAWBERRY BLONDE - 55 HONOR OVER GLORY - 61 DO NOT DO IT - 69 THE FLOWER THAT BLOOMS IN ADVERSITY - 73 DO NOT STOP DANCING - 75 AN INTERVIEW WITH SAMMIE - 81 DISNEY DREAMS - 83 ONCE UPON A DREAM - 89 THE BUNKER - 95
Letter From the EDITOR. People don’t credit inspiration nearly enough, we are all products of that which inspires us. Without inspiration would we be the people we are today? Would we still hold the same opinions? Influence can be found in the most bizarre of places, but it’s when you forget to be inspired that life can get a little boring. With the internet at large, and information available at the click of a button it’s easy to be lost in the sea imagery and words. Influenced by everything but inspired by no single particular person. This magazine is to introduce you, if not remind you of some of the biggest influences and inspirations.
We want to create a chain reaction of inspiration, so that the people that have inspired us can in turn inspire you. I have been inspired recently by everything that physically surrounds me, but above all by the people whom I meet.
It is beyond interesting that we gain influence from people who we will never encounter in our lifetimes, and yet the impact they have on us as individuals can account for so many magical things. This magazine is dedicated to its readers who we have no doubt are wonderful people, and this wonderful chain reaction. Charlotte x
All of our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them.
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DisneyLand Paris - what makes it come to life? Words // Charlotte Doherty
When you enter Disneyland Paris, that’s if you can figure out exactly where it begins, there isn’t a square foot of land that hasn’t been strategically placed there for a reason. A trip anticipated for years was finally fulfilled this October when I travelled to Paris to meet good friend and complete Walt Disney enthusiast Richy Huck, or Discogoff as he’s more widely known to his social media followers. There wasn’t a single point where I wasn’t being treated with all the secrets behind the phenomenon which is Disneyland Paris.
Disneyland has a good way of carrying on a narrative. Each area has some kind of back-story to it, and the surroundings are always matching in an almost painfully intricate way. Nothing quite escapes the Disney touch; music fades softly in and out of each separate area, foliage begins to change and adapt to the fictional area it encompasses, there are even smells dedicated to each individual area and ride. Walt Disney was a true entrepreneur and creator, constantly on the lookout for the next big thing.
As soon as we walked under the first pass, the Disney magic began. Lifting my head my attention was brought to the plethora of glittering bulbs. These lights partnered with movie posters marked the beginning of the adventure, signalling that you the Disneyland guests are now “on show”. We walked along “Main Street USA” between old school American shops, a representation Walt Disney’s childhood. Approaching the central plaza, steps led us to the pink turrets of Sleeping Beauty’s castle which pierced the sky. Although each different, the castles are the staple attraction for any Disney theme park, and the day we chose to visit was perfect, the sun was shining and the sky was electric blue. The place couldn’t have looked any more magical, but of course this isn’t really a magical land. This place is not a scene from a movie. No, Disneyland Paris is a jumble of beautiful and intricate illusions.
As we walked away from the magic, to finally retire for the day, Disneyland Paris couldn’t have looked anymore magical. My emotion ran deeper perhaps having spent the day with someone who seems to understand Walt’s dream on a more personal level. Walt’s original vision for Disneyland was somewhere where people could have fun together, no matter what their age or ethnicity. One man’s goal has been expanded on a huge scale. Walt was able to understand the sense of immersion and adventure needed for this ‘ahead of its time’ concept. The expectation of failure was thwarted by a determined group of imagineers, and Disneyland broke everyone’s expectations, and continues to do so on a moment by moment basis.
TOGETHER IN PARIS - Anastasia
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“There’s a terrific power to music. You can run any of these pictures and they’d be dragging and boring, but the minute you put music behind them, they have life and vitality they don’t get any other way.”
DELOREAN IS NOT OKAY.
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our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it. - Brave
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THEY CALL IT STRAWBERRY BLONDE.
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HONOR OVER GLORY
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dont do it.
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the fLower THAT BLOOMS IN ADVERSITY. - Mulan
please do not stop dancing.
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An interview with sammie Interview // Sammie Kaying Cheung Words // Charlotte Doherty
When I look in the mirror at myself, I don’t see my ethnicity. I see me. I think when people obsess over being from a certain place, whether that’s a town or a country, it makes me sad. I’ve grown up in England all my life but that doesn’t mean I see myself as more English, I technically have a dual nationality but I don’t find that makes me more Chinese. One of my favourite stories is the one which marks the beginning of my family’s journey here in the UK. My granddad, on my mother’s side, was being forced into an arranged marriage. He lived in southern Hong Kong, was twenty-something and at the time was seeing my grandma which obviously meant he wasn’t interested in the whole arranged marriage thing one bit. He didn’t want it for himself and certainly didn’t want it for anyone in his family. He was a member of the first generation to move over to England, all so that he could escape his arranged marriage and move back to Hong Kong to be with my grandmother. They went backwards and forward from Hong Kong to England and my mother moved here when she was 15, my dad when he was 9. Such a small difference, and yet you can really tell when it comes to their speech. My dad had been travelling all of his life, a trait I believe I’ve adopted, and this is where I feel like we are different from some other Asian families. I feel like everyone else is so close together, like a
collective, whereas our family take a kind of solace from being in our own space. There are two types of traditional Chinese people in my eyes; my mother is one, she is much more traditional. Someone who’s been immersed within western culture. When you’ve grown up this way you tend to be a lot more accepting, open to other things, and don’t really take notice of the difference between ethnicities. Yet still, they are very traditionally Chinese. The contrast is when you go to a place like Hong Kong, you are met with very materialistic Chinese people. Materialistic must be explained because I don’t mean this in any bad way, they are just very into..new things. Almost you could say a little boastful, with a pinch of the whole “my son’s a doctor” rigmarole. The first time I noticed that I felt different to other children was the transition to secondary school. Being one of only two Chinese people in my entire year; in fact I think we were the only students in the school who weren’t English - I began to question if being English would have made it easier to make friends. It was hard, I was an outsider not just down to my ethnicity but also because of the school I came from. Realistically it would have been hard for anyone to make friends. When I visited Hong Kong myself 2 years ago, it was my first time back in 10 years, yet there were parts of the city which I still
recognised. The older areas tend to be my favourite, I love the more ancient traditional side of life there. Most of Hong Kong is very modern now. When I used to visit as a child, there would be what seemed like hundreds of ladies markets. A plethora of stalls with various treats, sparkling hair clips and cute tiny trinkets, but there aren’t many left now and it’s such a shame. These things remind me of being a small girl. At times I’m almost glad that I went through that harder stage of resenting being Chinese, because it shaped me into the person who I am now. I would never chose to be a different person, and I would never change my family, even their little rude quirks. I guess I just don’t see myself as simply an Asian person, I just don’t care. I was born in Darlington. And I don’t see my ethnicity. I think the most
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once upon a dream. - Sleeping Beauty
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the bunker, Words // Charlotte Doherty
Life in the bunker can be hazy. When you spend a long time in one place, in a place like that, surrounded by many people, for long periods of time, life loses its strict edges. It’s fun and exciting but it can’t be said it isn’t overwhelming. The bunker is my personal name for the place, given out of respect for its privacy, but also because of its resemblance to an armoured underground refuge. The feeling of being in a place which is so different to that which you are used to is one which can be as exciting as it is terrifying. The bunker is the kind of place which allows you to experience a new way of living. Sometimes it is so quiet. The kind of quiet which fills your brain, a juxtaposition in its own right, but the kind of silence which fills your mind with noise. You can’t think straight, you can’t think coherently. It’s amazing how a space can do that to you. How it can embody you. After time it begins to change the person who you are, and it’s when you begin to question yourself, that’s when you know you’re in too deep. The silence can be broken by a movie or a card game, but once it is over you are surrounded by people and yet completely consumed by your own self. If a person was to question the effects of a mental illness such as anxiety, a couple of days in the bunker could give them a general idea of the struggles one goes through on a daily basis, questioning yourself and everyone with no intention to do so. The feeling of constant night is intense; it’s true what they say about natural sunlight being vital to your health. Not enough and you can find yourself going slightly insane without even realising. There are times when you find yourself contemplating words for hours or pondering over sentences which were spoken days before. There is a constant need for reminder that the bunker, housing 20 other young adults, is in fact not underground. It’s just that the whole experience of the bunker is oppressive. Yet at the same time once you are used to the area on a general level, the strict rules, the close knit community within the place gives you a feeling of safety. That to me is the most terrifying thing of all.
END OF ISSUE ONE