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“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.”
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Editors Letter The Memory Book For the first issue of Above and Below, we really did dip below the boundaries, with tasks one could only describe as audacious. We dodged cars, ran scantily clad through farmers feilds and had some risky conversations. As the youth of today we only thought it appropriate to show you ‘the time of our lives’ The memory book is about the collective laughs, tears and contentment felt and gathered over years, of our own but short meandering experiences. Although only being in the period between puberty and full growth, a group of 9 girls and a few boys thrown into the mix, we’ll show you our state of mind. We have hopefully told the necessary tale of our life lessons and a physical inventory of memories!
The effort and time given from our contributors this season deserves a frozen fingered round of applause! Our budget didn’t stretch to jet set to the tropics this month so we embraced the elements and temperamental North East weather and powered through. We have to start with thanks to the bloopers! To the girls and boys who made this all possible, what a time we had! As a diary of a ‘content life’ we hope you guys reading this enjoy our own, nonsense filled advice as much as we have had gathering it! The years have rolled by and our living room has seen the ups, downs and lots of hysterical laughter! It has witnessed a lot, above and below the norm! But it all came together with a few trips back to the playground!
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contributors Sheena Darby - Photography Assistant R.B Hardie - Location Director Sophie Robinson - Model Alexandra Swaby - Model A long list of names, contributors to our life
THINK ABOUT MORE THAN I FORGET
Dear Olivia Grace I think about more than I forget ‘My advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.’ Don’t you just hate it with a passion when you are on the cusp of falling asleep and you have your most brilliant ideas… sometimes just a good thought and that’s it, snap your gone, you wake up and not one recollection of it. I have far too many thoughts demanding attention in my head. I call this ‘binge thinking’ you know, thinking about too many things at once, clouding your brain and essentially sending you into confusion. Too many things need to have an individual time slot for thinking! This, I think, is caused by our constant, but subliminal need for multi tasking! I think this mainly refers to us women but men are a guilty party too! Right now I am downloading a series of Homeland, while remembering to read the last chapter of my book before bed, replying to my friend on twitter and taking the nail polish off my toes! What is the need for all this to be done at once? What is the hurry? I know that the race is long, but in the end, it is only with yourself! So slow down! My advice… take all the time that is needed! If you rush, you will not get there! And where is it that you are heading may I ask? When you start, there must be and end? Think clearly about what you want, all this multi thinking will cloud your judgment. We need to take the time and commitment that is needed for our actions and activities in life. This might sound peculiar when referring to such little things as composing an email or reading a book, but if we do not give the time that is needed to the little things… what draws the line when it comes to the bigger things?
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LOW DOWN THE END IS NOT AS FUN AS THE START
Dear Olivia Grace Slow down the end is not as fun as the start Recently I have been thinking about the speed of life. I know this sounds odd, and quite granny like, me thinking about the concept of life and all that, but honestly it worries me. Every childhood memory is penetrated into my mind so vividly, I could write a whole book of meticulously detailed and painstakingly long encounters of just one of my childhood years! A colourful picture could be painted of just one day… I have been on this earth for almost 21 years, and each year until now, I have longed to be grown up! For time to hurry the heck up so that I could be bigger, be smarter, be allowed to do things, live my life as a grown up! I was excited for all the possibilities of my future! I was wishing my precious time away! I have always longed for the time to come where my life would really start! But now at the not so tender age of 20, has my life begun? All this time I have been wishing my time away, to be older, and now, I am older. This is my life! It’s time to start living! The one thing really praying on my mind is the actual essence of time! This concept of ‘time’ troubles me, I have had many in depth conversations about this thing called ‘time’, and to be honest it confuses me. As a child we wish it away, as a grown up we want it to slow down, yet year after year scientists, technologists, computer experts find more and more ways to speed up the rate of life. So we can live quicker, be faster, know more. Social media has had a fast forward effect on the speed of our lives. Relationships start and end within days, rumors and stories travel within seconds. What is the hurry? Is our life not good enough the way it is? If you want the rate of life to speed up because you think you will be happier in the future, why are you not happy now? Life is for living and ‘To live doesn’t mean you’re alive’
I TRY ANY THING ONCE ... TWICE IF I LIKE IT
in the details A farming field A heated car for a wardrobe Intricate accessories The choices of braids, French, fish and plait A more than untidy work space The wisdom that I do not possess
t approximately 11.30 am on Saturday 27th October, the team and I set off to embark on a journey far more interesting than we expected. The time, date and place all have stories far bigger than this one, as peoples lives, interlink continuously. As a contributor to B.S magazine and Fanny + Y, we were on our way to a less appealing location, situated in the grounds of an abandoned mental hospital. The location was just something else, a perfect fit for this seasons quirky grunge chic of B.S. The eeriness of the place was chilling, and not one of the team was prepared to stay past dark.
With a clear concise idea for the shoot, the team cracked on in the remaining sunlight. Only upon hours of exploring locations and scenery did the Above and Below team stumble upon our very own story book landscape, in which to set the scene for our ‘daydreamer’ photoshoot. The foamy clouds and over flown water in the field of dreams took us back to our childhood. Our lost and unknowing years, playing out and our first encounters of romance. The field set the scene of nostalgia, the water the unknown, and the model, our very own little lost Alice. The only thing missing was the white rabbit.
Am I procrastinator? No. I feel I leave everything to the last minute so that I am older and therefore, in a strange, twisted way of thinking, wiser! But there comes a point when you realize you’re running out of time, not because we’re getting older and the deadline is close, but because the technology of the world is taking over our own human capability! One minute I wish my camera would edit the images, put them in the right place and print them all at the same time. The next I want to make the effort and walk down to the camera shop and drop them for development.
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Jabberwocky ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!’ He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood a while in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One two! One two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. ‘And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’ He chortled in his joy. ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
“The rain was falling, but the darkness had parted in the west, and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea. “Look at that”, she whispered, and then after a moment: “I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”
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The way i see it, isnâ€™t necessarily the way you see it
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ot everything comes perfectly together, but in the end, all you need is a little help from your friends. The people you trust, care about and in the end, the only people you need. No relationship is complete without the fall-outs and arguments but when you’re in need they will be there. I feel lucky that I am surrounded by beautiful people. An outsider of our group recently told us how ‘awesome’ we were together as a friendship group. “Just a great collection of cohesive cells, bopping through life” We are the Bloopers, the Goonies, the Outtakes! This is who we are. Each with an individual talent, charm and personality. I could not have asked for a more diverse and complete group of friends. I don’t want to rub it in your face how amazing my friendship group is, nor how perfect my life is or how I come out of every situation smelling like roses, but there is one thing i would like you to know. The power of your mind is far greater than you can imagine. I’m not going to go into any philosophical mumbo jumbo,
but “All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become” All my life I have always put it out there to the universe “I just want to be happy” all my wishes upon stars, eyelashes and birthday candles all ended in the word happy. I cannot lie and say, that my life has been a constant state of blissfulness but I feel so lucky that I have always cosmically ordered my life to be happy! In a way I have demanded it, not dissimilar from a way that a child demands attention and toys, but I have demanded the rightful company through my life, to keep me on the track to happiness. I feel it only necessary that everyone should have such a thought. Cosmically order your happiness. For me, the people that surround me contribute and complete the happiness in my life. For you, it may be peace of mind, possessions or wealth. Whatever it is, focus clearly on what you want, never doubt that it will happen, and if all else fails, you can blame it on me.
“it’s just us innit” the BLOOPERS Eventually we all learn that… Cups of tea are lovely and refreshing Reading a book is peaceful and nice We want to travel and see the world Honesty is always best Laughing really does make everything better Friends are all we need, In the end
The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald This book has got to be an ultimate favourite! I would recommend this tale to anyone, I could not talk about it enough! A romantic and cynical novel about the wealth and habits of a group of new yorkers during the jazz age. Why you’ll love this: This is a classic. No other way to introduce Fitzgerald’s work. Language and symbolism plays a vital and sentimental role in this epic tale.
The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger I read this book mid high school, and after that I would recommend anything and everything J.D Salinger can offer. For Esme with Love and Squalor is also up there with the greats. Salingers short stories are both thought provoking and mysterious. The Catcher in the Rye is everything that goes through a teenage mind.
The lord of the Flies – William Golding Lord of the Flies is a story about a group of young British boys that must survive on a deserted island. My whitty and sarcastic English lit teacher recommended this book in school, it took me a while to get to grips with it, but I am SO glad I did. William Golding does a great job of taking us deep into the heart of man where reason and instinct battle against each other as we fight to survive.
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To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee After being made to read this in school, I would never look back and regret a single word! I would read this out of choice over and over. To Kill a Mockingbird truly widened my perspective on life. It is simply about black and white. “you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb into his skin and walk around in it” - a quote i will carry with me forever.
East of Eden - John Steinbeck As I finished this book, I lay back on my pillow extremely satisfied just thinking about it. It’s so rare that I read something that delights me from beginning to end. East of Eden is an epic story about good and evil. It tells the story of two families: the Trasks and the Hamiltons. It spans 3 generations and retells the Biblical story of Cain and Abel
Honestly what will become of me? Donâ€™t like reality, missed everything daydreaming
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AKE OFF YOUR COLOURS WHO ARE YOU WEARING THEM FOR
Dear Olivia Grace Take off your colours, who are you wearing them for? What worries me is that so many of us have trusted our lives secrets, emotions and private encounters to... well, the public! We live in public! No word of a lie, our lives have become so open and freely expressed that we have forgotten about the little things. The little things like picking up your house phone, calling another household to hear your friends mum on the other end, you ask if ‘Verity’ is in and is she playing out tonight? Haha oh I loved the simplicity of it all! I know I’m a dreamer and when I look back on the times we had, I know I dwell on the essence of nostalgia! ‘Everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine!’ If you asked me to recall a childhood memory, there is a vast area I could cover, the smell of nail varnish will forever take me back to being a 7 year old. But with facebook and social media (eurgh I hate that phrase) everything has become so fast paced it scares me. A status can be updated and BOOM within seconds everyone knows your business! Everyone knows where you are, who you’re with, and when! But why? Why does everyone need to know? Nothing is left to mystery anymore and absolutely everybody has an opinion on the situation whether you want them to or not. It’s true, we post status’s because subconsciously we crave attention, and we want people to know what we are doing as a sense of being proud of ourselves. This is not a bad thing I suppose, but I believe everybody wants what they cannot have... and if they can’t have the information we so freely give them, they will want it! And then you become even more in demand for attention than posting the status in the first place! This is my case. Who needs to know? Lets go back, to when you had to make the effort to call up, to write the letter, to wait for a response! Yes to wait! To be patient. I feel the excitement is being taken out of life by social media, absolutely nothing is shocking and new anymore, it has become the norm and I am afraid we are becoming a very lazy and boring existence. I would love to see people deactivating their facebook page, live more simply and make more effort with others.
I am folded And unfolded And unfolding.
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HINKING ABOUT THINKING OF YOU
Dear Olivia Grace, Thinking about thinking of you After a night filled with tales of love and the ones we’ve lost, laughter and procrastination, my friend Chloe and I came to the agreement that theoretically ‘carrying on with things the way they are in a relationship, just because it is the easy thing to do,’ is most definitely the cowards way out! It’s hard to wait around for something you know might never happen, but it’s even harder to give up when you know it is everything you want. This is the hard part, and sometimes this is what we must to do to embark on a bigger journey. ‘I want to pull away when the dream dies. The pain sets in, and I don’t cry.’ According to my grandma relationships used to take longer to start and lasted the test of time because there wasn’t such thing as fast paced technology in which to communicate. Listening to my grandma’s stories as a youngster, Liverpool seemed to be hundreds of miles away, until I realised it is only a 45 minute car journey. As now I am beginning to understand why these places seemed so distant, because it took a lot of effort for her to travel on the train or coach to come home from university to see my Grandfather. I’ve listened to the antics her and my grandfather used to get up to and taken every word in, as my grandma is also as detailed and vivid in telling stories as I am! The concept of sending letters to your boyfriend now is somewhat of a joke but my grandparents did it on a regular basis. Letters they used to write to each other before mobile technology, or even regular phone calls for that matter, were given directly to the post man who used to cycle to the next village, deliver the letter personally and a letter would be written back for the next day. These letters touched me as, they would write about the simplest things such as a long and sincere apology for having to cancel a date because his car was being repaired which is something that most would rely on a one-line text message to take care of these days. My grandma has also informed me of the other ‘sweethearts’ that were present in her life before my granddad (this being a very strange concept to understand that there were ever other men in her life) A boy that she used to date for a while once took her out in his car and parked up at the beach “he had other ideas, but I just wanted to go dancing” – this relationship didn’t last very long “he was sweet on me you see, but I didn’t really want that. He was just a good game of tennis” – this relationship lasted 6 months, whereas now a relationship like this where the girl is not so ‘sweet’ on the boy would probably abruptly end with a text message or phone call ‘lets see other people’. I believe that in fact communicating is SO fast and easy now that I feel as if it has kind of killed romance. I feel we all need to take the time to enjoy romance and slow down with communication. What is the hurry.
I’m up in the woods i’m down on my mind i’m building a still to slow down the time
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