Article: The Inspiration Set No.2
The Inspiration Set No.2
Tim Walker was an immediate hit with a young teen obsessed with indulging in her own creativity. At that age I wanted to be an actress or a singer, and as such I spent the final waking hours of each and every day underneath the duvet, headphones in, practicing how to cry or pretending I was Annie Lennox in concert. Singing at the top of my lungs (whilst actually mouthing each line silently so as to not get busted). Poring over fashion editorials had an appeal for me because of that very word 'editorial'. I loved story telling. Writing songs, performing theatre, creating universes through set design. All of these art forms inhabited the same place in my mind - my greedy and insatiable imagination.
If you'd have hopped in a time machine and whispered in my ear 'Ruby, YOU will contribute to these pages one day'. I wouldn't have believed a word of it. Although I adored Vogue and its unparalleled visual story telling, I had no interest in the fashion industry. I wanted to tell my own stories, yes, but primarily through song writing. It hadn't even occurred to me that I could communicate - as Tim Walker was doing to me - through any sort of silent medium. Visual art turned me on, but I was going to be a singer (or maybe an actress) and nothing else registered on my radar, so far as what I might one day BE.
It is for this reason that I treasure Tim and his photographs so much. He was teaching me about how to express myself from such an early age... yet little did I know the form that expression would eventually take.
I could harp on about what I see in his photography and use lots of adjectives and try to be a critic but I'd probably do a bad job, because I'm not the best at analysis. Instead I shall tell you a story.