Mothership
There’s a piece of old Judeo-Christian wisdom that says do not despise the day of small things. The day of small things — these small people in my life, this is their day. This is their day to receive the first, hearty and essential building blocks of love and identity and language and trust and [...]
The Seed in the Fruit
A girl is born with all of her eggs already formed in her ovaries. It’s a powerful symbol of the fact that as you parent your child, you are also parenting their future children. This is me, aged five. I love this photo because it carries many truths in it: A snapshot that somehow sucked [...]
Hoops
After we went to watch marching bands, I delightedly went to the shop and purchased myself son a hula hoop. He soon got bored of it but for a week, I practised and practised until I could keep the thing up. I was so doggedly determined because when I was little, I was *always*always* the [...]
A Thought About….127 Hours
I saw it last week and found it very moving. You know when the helicopter comes at the end? I think that is what death is going to feel like.
My SXSW: 2012
Not SXSW No, no, no– I wasn’t being aloof, or contrary. I was the dark half of the moon. People in the throes of SXSW need a Not SXSW. Our house was Not SXSW. People landed on our porch at different times for cups of tea and clean toilets before heading off for more furore. [...]
My SXSW: 2011
2011: What SXSW? New things. Caffe Medici opened its downtown store, we were newly pregnant and newly car-ed. I ran my first little pop-up Etsy fair at Medici’s Guadalupe store. It was good fun but a little quiet. Everyone else was at SXSW.
My SXSW: 2010
2010: Breezy We invited Athlete to come and play our favourite coffee shop in return for spaghetti bolognese, proper British tea and showers. Seth and Bang played the porch one afternoon. We surfed the wave of people downtown. Good times with good people, this was possibly our favourite South-by.
My SXSW: 2009
2009: the porch We took it eeasy. We chewed the cud with Mr. Matt Aqualung on our porch and I tried not to stare too much at his luminous limpid lunar skin. Mark played a South by Southwest set beset by technical difficulties but it was beautiful anyway. Matt Aqualung was also plagued by wires [...]
My SXSW: 2008
2008: Forget Everything but the Circus The year we tumbled and trapezed our way through SXSW. They came from near, they came from far. One came with half a beard; the left half. We talked art and made it. Happenings-a-happening and people sleeping in every nook, cranny and loft of the house (and wasn’t there [...]
My SXSW: 2007
2007: Expats Away! Our British musician friends came to play a show and we scooted them around town like pros in the know. Austin had become home. The sun shone, the storms shocked us all (not so seasoned after all), we tried to work out how to deal with a roach (most of us cowered [...]
Hannah Stoney is a British artist and writer.