Welcome to the loves, life and work of SarahLouise.
Well seen as this is my first blog I have decided to start from the beginning of my arrival in London....briefly.
It all started when I randomly decided that if I didn't move to London soon, I never would. I was a girl in my early 20's, with a portfolio of photography work, a certain lack of interest in everything I was doing in my hometown, and a lack of knowledge of where the future would, or even could, take me in a small villiage town in the middle of England,
most of my friends had since departed for bigger northern towns, or stayed where they graduated so i saw two options, dream about going to London, grow older, get married, have children, die, or just go. So i did the latter.
Ill prepared and with a cleared overdraft but no actual money and no job promises I went and well through the tumultous times, injury's, strange and multiple dates and short lived romances, nights out, moves, accidents and simply wierd times i am still here 2 years later, working as a photographer and occasional model in England's capital city.
My life in general, wake up, go to the local supermarket to pick up the days food (yes i could do a weekly shop but i like the fact it takes me out for 20 minutes every morning, it's become an almost ritual i don't think i could break now), answer some of my 200 emails i get daily, half of which are messages on social networking sites, predominantly facebook and flickr, then get on with some editing, maybe the gym or maybe a shoot, then of course there is the social side to living in londons capital but more of that later.
I'm like the eternal carrie bradshaw of London, i've dated some pretty eligable bachelors whilst living here, but for one reason or another dating in London is always short, sweet and increadibly random, maybe oneday i'll hark back to past times and lost loves but for now i'll skip that and start a fresh.
My dramas well briefly they include, living with a psycho i had to call the police out to rescue me from, car break in's, a leg injury that saw me unable to walk 3 months, and still causes the occasional hint that it might not be wholly gone and has left me with constant hospital checks to ensure i don't have an inflamitary disorder called lupus, sharing a room in earl's court for three months, computer break downs, 6 moves, nursing my friend in hospital, theres a lot more i just forget them right now, but now im a little more chilled and sorted, although there are always dramas this is me, and i live in london, it's all still for 3 months, then bang, something always happens.
but then London isn't wholly bad, i have met my fair share of very interesting people, a few barely known celebrities, some nice friends and recently a girl who is going to become a part of my photography business. And I feel the tide is turning of late, I just feel my luck coming back a little and my openess to things happening returning,
well for anyone interested welcome to the (somewhat edited) version of my life for anyone interested.