I recently reached to out to a good friend as we having been talking about emotions, life balance our place on the earth and all things above the clouds. Over the last year I have been connecting with myself and friends, and whilst it used be beer and football (this still happens just not as frequently) now I can talk to them about yoga, mindfulness and a bit of spirituality.
Now I reached out to my friend because of my curious nature he was dabbling in astrology and I was his guinea
pig. So we write this together to inform, inspire and introduce you to a new way of thinking (We hope)!
Astrology is really complex (more than I thought!), and this is just a general mechanical explanation. There is still so much I don't understand ...
The natal chart is a circular map of the celestial movements at the time of your birth, from the perspective of the Earth being at the center of the universe. The map is divided into 12 "houses" and 12 signs of the zodiac, each composed to 30 degrees. The numerical divisions are based on the Babylonian conception and observations of the movement of the sun, the earth's rotation, and the lunar cycle (aka the calendar):
Of the wheel, the left side is the Eastern Hemisphere, and therefore, the right side = Western Hemisphere, the top = Southern Hemisphere, and the bottom = Northern Hemisphere. The wheel shows, at the time of your birth, in which hemispheres the constellations were in the ecliptic of the sun, and thus depending on the time and date of your birth, the constellations and the wheel differs.
The symbols inside the wheel show the exact degrees the planets were in at the time of your birth, and the constellation they align with on the horizon. The red and blue lines connecting the planetary symbols together show when two or more planets form particular degrees, and these relationships are called "aspects".
Each house, each constellation, each planet, and each aspect have a variety of meanings, that are often parallels to each other, and the astrologer connects them together to read the chart as a whole, which is why it is so complex, and here is where the problems start:
There are 2 theories that I share with you now. The firstling that life is already pre determined our paths are mapped out and we are just sublimely following the stars as they appear in the sky.
The second theory is that we interpret horoscopes, messages ideals in a way that either has a positive or negative effect and our brain/heart will interpret them as they choose.
I sit on the fence, I believe in the journey but I also have come to believe that it’s down to the individual you are your own star and how you choose to interpret information is down to you. I won’t share my personal reading as this is for me to interpret but I will share that I believed it to be true at that/this moment in my life.
Whatever you believe. Do it with conviction, with a purpose, we are stronger than we think. I am stronger when I have my people around me, I reflect when I’m on my own, but I’m forever curious about my reason for being here, but I SHALL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT!!
Tic Tic Tic Tic!
As the hair on our heads thins and our beards go grey, it's only now that we realise what real luxury is: And it's not about the cars, houses, sneakers or endless luxury clothes. Yes, these things are nice (and I’m definitely guilty of wanting all of these), because we're all told that this is what you need to aspire too; what success looks like.
Don’t get me wrong, I would love to be able to buy the latest sneakers, beautiful furniture, go on amazing holidays, but what I have recently learnt and now appreciate since we started discussing 'The Curious Boys Club', is that it is all irrelevant.
The greatest luxury for me is time!!!
It's the one thing that you can never get back.
Whilst we chase the dream and continue to build our lives, it's the little moments that we will really need to cherish. I found that out recently. You see, I was the dream chaser (I possibly still am). Working, travelling, providing, so I could give my family everything they could wish for. One thing I couldn’t give them though, was the time that both they and I craved (but never realised). I missed long periods of my children growing up in the key moments of their life. I was adamant that it was going to be different, but I got sucked into career chasing, living the dream of creating a better lifestyle; bigger house, better school district, more 'stuff', wanting more and more and maybe that's why I was struck with illness. My body was telling me, I need to......slow.....down.
"What does my body know?" I asked myself. "I can handle this." I convinced myself that I can do everything; be a husband, father, creator, leader and provider. WRONG!!! The body always wins. Listen to your body and it will guide you to where you need to be. We are not machines and we cannot just keep ticking along. Every now and then, the clock needs to be wound up, have batteries replaced, serviced or given a gentle nudge.
I am learning how to prioritise and identify what is important to me. In short, the answer is, me. I have to learn to focus on me. If I’m not healthy, how can I do anything for my family?!! So, I changed my stars, which brings me to a year; A year of ups and downs - incredible downs that I wouldn’t wish on anybody, but with time, I feel stronger and I'm trying to gain clarity on my true purpose. Why am I here?
I still don’t know the answer to that question, but in the meantime, I am enjoying spending time with my children; trying to guide them, encourage them and spend quality time with them. Getting to know them and myself using yoga and mindfulness as tools.
Most probably, I'll need more than a year to realise my full potential, or maybe time will never allow me too. One thing I do know is that I’m more conscious of my time, what I do with it, how to manage it (sometimes). Sometimes, I just, wonder……………
Gaze into the sky or into the screen, as I have just done, but lost in my own thoughts, pains, struggles with life. But we just keep going, not just for the sake of it, but because the clock that's inside all of us, keeps ticking and the cogs of the brain/mind keep clunking together - maybe a little slower these days, but until the day I stop ticking, I will be curious along the way.
Exercise your mind, body and soul!!
There is help out there for support, don't try this alone it, you don't need to. Talk to your GP or someone close you never know, they maybe feeling the same.
Nike are no longer the dominant force!!! Ultra Boost have taken their market share from the US…….
But what other brands haven’t been able to capture for me just yet, is the experience and belief that dreams are still alive.
Back to the Future 2 was out and McFLY was just putting his feet in to Wonderland - self lacing sneakers?!! NO WAY!!!
Well nearly 30 years on, the most curious of boys had our very own wonderland moment. The Hyper Adapt 1.0. Now this wasn’t MAG shoe from the 1988 Classic but it was the same futuristic tech which brought the gasps from kids everywhere.
We were invited to Niketown to see the past brought to life and we were not disappointed. Seated in a sumptuous black Eames chair, we were handed a VR headset where we we're transported into the one and only Tinker Hatfield’s office. The pure genius of Tinker Hatfield has given me some of the greatest highs you can imagine, from designing some of the most iconic sneakers ever, back to the future, ahh sitting in Mr. Hatfields office and who’s sitting across from me? The man himself, in living colour or tiny microdots, introducing me to E.A.R.L (electro adaptive reactive lacing) Hyperadapt 1.0 - talking directly to me about Wonderland, moving around his/our office ;) whilst I’m spinning around on the eames chair to look at concept boards. I glance around and see sketches, sneakers, autographs, pics of the G.O.A.T (Michael Jordan), the Nike campus out the window, the prototypes behind, the lighting in his office, what style desk he has….
"Focus, focus...", I tell myself. Mr Hatfield is still talking. By then, I have no idea what I’m doing, who I am, what decade I’m in; my brain receptors are in adaptive overdrive. This was insane and I wasn’t even wearing the sneakers yet. I could’ve left at that point absolutely content in the world, but there was more to come. As Tink said farewell (we’re friends now, I can call him Tink) I was completely overwhelmed. I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened and then I was handed the box. It was huge. I sat there, looking at it for a few minutes, scared to open it.
But when I finally did, I was not disappointed!!! I had read an article in Wired almost a year ago speaking in-depth about the process, the struggles, the pleasure, etc and here I am, about to put my feet into 30 years of work.
"NO WAY!!" I screeched, the cool had left me at the iPad checkin desk. I was a boy, a gleeful curious boy, watching the future right now.
Check out Wired Magazine's article and the Netflix series 'ABSTRACT the art of design' for information on the design process.
We will also be sharing a full unboxing of the shoe in the coming days, with updates to follow on our youtube channel.
That Rabbit Hole is getting wider and wider….
When did role play, become playing Mum instead of Marvel or D.C. characters? Mums are the real superheroes and dads, have for long periods played the proverbial role of the side kick, aka Robin aka Dick (draw your own conclusions).
Now we've gone through some iterations of the man; modern man, metrosexual, hipster dads. I just prefer Dad or as my Little Rae says "Papa". As boys, the image of dad has been portrayed in so many different ways through worker, provider and enforcer "You wait till your dad gets home!"
Now growing up I had my very own superhero who's still flying (albeit a little slower) and showing me the way and how to become a better dad/papa. See, I grew up without my dad, but had a wonderful stepdad who taught me a lot, God rest his soul 🙏🏾 and have fantastic male role models around me. But I never really understood what it is to be Papa. And nobody can teach you, every experience is different but there are commonalities that bond us as the role of the sidekick. Every child wants their mum, every scream/scrape in the playground you always hear "Mummy!!" And honestly I get a little jealous. I'm here too.
Maybe it's because I tried to play all those stereo typical roles as the provider, enforcer, worker, but something was missing. What am I missing..?
Now to the role play. What I really mean by role play is the idea that dad can be mum and papa, my superhero played the role expertly (I turned out ok, a little curious perhaps but) can dads play the role of mum, what was missing from my skill set. Surely, all I have to do is provide and they will love me just the same as mummy. Not so! Until recently it's been hard but something clicked when we had our daughter. I felt empathy and compassion, I had gained emotions and feelings that I had never felt before. I wanted to listen to my son, reason with him verses shouting and being the disciplinarian. Children look to you for guidance and support they are impressionable and take on your traits. So playing mum and dad suddenly became harder, life became more stressful. Were the emotions that I've buried for so many years all pouring out of me making me less of a man? No, they were making me complete. Realising what is important in your life! Yes working, providing etc are all still needed but the love, compassion and emotional side turn you from sidekick to partner.
As I sit here lying on the floor my feet resting on my son's, we are both on our screens but there is a connection there and I will always be there when I'm needed like any good superhero aka mum/dad/parents.
Being a dad for me has changed!! I'm not working full time, I'm enjoying time with the kids, they grow so fast and I don't want to miss out on these key development years. You may work and provide, but being at the school gates and seeing the smiles on their faces just encourages me everyday that I'm on the right mission.
I'm playing a new role now and as we know the bad guy never wins.
New Heroes shot by Chris Ward-Jones
Now that fashion week is underway, it's incredible to see the work and designs strolling up and and down or sometimes sitting on the catwalk - from being backstage to front stage to the mind of a curious being, a mere spectator, a mere mortal. Having no connection to the fury and frenzy that goes along with the circus is a strange feeling but one that I'm enjoying (I think). Is there life after fashion?
Of course there is!! I have responsibilities, a family, the school run, yoga, counciling and story time to keep me busy. But I do miss the buzz, the drama that comes with the setup of the shows, long days and longer nights, the parties, the schmoozing and of course the amazing collections and street style snaps that come with it all. And then to start all over again the next day in the next city.
With my current life I have no time for the latest trends exuberant purchases, I'm going from home to school, the high st to the coffee shop and then back home and work in front of my computer. All I need now are essentials that will get me through the week allow me to look cool enough not to embarrass the kids at pick up and be comfy when playing in the garden or building lego.
My staple uniform has gone full circle and now I feel that I've reverted back to my childhood style. Oversized Tees, track suits albeit Alexander Wang but it's about a necessity vs a need or a want anymore.
My love affair with fashion isn't over it's just evolved like the industry I trained in and love!!
It's just taken on new meaning, which now gives me the opportunity to dress the kids, and let them be creative and feel inspired and confident in whatever they wear. But I do keep an eye out for the latest/ next fashion savior or Creative director change. It's hard not to, but as I search through the daily blogs of all the major players telling us what we should or shouldn't wear all I hear is BANG 💥
sorry I thought the kids were fighting again but......
......it was just London calling.
The fashion train continues to gather momentum, next stop, bedtime.
I guess it all started with my mum, Jamaican born but moved to England at 11 oldest of 4 she had to be the toughest and most flexible adapting to a new country climate and attitude Mum had everything 2nd hand or hand me downs from neighbours or cousins whilst adjusting to life in England. So when I was born mum said to herself no child of mine will ever have 2nd hand clothes or want for anything and I never did even now. I thank my mum for that statement and believe that has set me up for who and what I am today.
I remember looking back through pictures and seeing how sharp I looked. Usually jumper, polo shirt, and trousers. Very preppy who said Kanye made College drop out style cool!! I was a mini Carlton Banks, (before Alfonso Ribero gave us his most classic performance), with a slick bow tie and penny loafers to this day I still prefer a bow tie to a traditional tie.
Fashion wasn't a real thing, it was just what we liked, we wore and had the confidence to wear it. I saw my mum as the icon always looking sharp rocking her own style. I guess coming from the Caribbean you had to work harder, look smarter than anyone else, to be taken seriously you already stand out from the crowd so why not really stand out bring the native vibe to English attire.
I was the first grandchild and nephew so was well looked after and dress to impress all the time, without thinking it's just what we did, it's not just Sunday best everyday counts. I recently watched the film on Jesse Owens life and I will never forget this quote "a man has to present an image to the world". And it really has stuck with me and made sense to my journey.
I was never the most talkative or confident in groups so my fashion talked for me, putting clothes together experimenting with colour, pattern and textures was the real me crying out. I didn't care what people thought, I was curious about fashion and confident I can carry it off. I won't single out specific looks but it goes back to not following a trend but wearing what I felt I wanted to wear, I always used fashion as my thing to start a conversation knowing I was confident in my look gave me confidence in myself to talk, express myself and ultimately forge a career.
The old saying is don't judge a book by its cover but we all ultimately do, whether it's someone with a beard and rucksack to a banker in a pinstripe suit. You are all judging and being judged, it's the first thing people see, before you've even opened your mouth so you better make it count. I did, I have and will continue to be curious about clothes, my heritage, my friendships, my family, my career and reinforce the values that have put me on this path. But without having the confidence in yourself people will see through it. Trends come and go brands evolve and shapeshift to fit within the world but style and confidence is what really matters. My mum brought that Jamaican swagger I edited the English gent and created a curious boy.
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