Between Piccadilly Circus and Green Park is one of the undersung parts of Central London; Piccadilly. A area all its own. Lining Piccadilly are places whose names, Fortnum and Mason, The Royal Academy of Arts instantly resonate with London and yet aren’t the first that come to mind. Coaches pass, taking tourists to Harrods, The V&A, more obvious places.
It’s an elegant line of beautiful buildings. Piccadilly has history and yet a quality, an ethos, that keep it contemporary. The Ritz is a benchmark of excellence in luxury hotels. The Royal Academy a voice for artists. The Burlington Arcade, an enduring row of the most stylish boutiques. Piccadilly has big ideals, borne from big dreams. It does its own thing.
In the heart of Piccadilly is the Royal Institute of Great Britain, the home of science. It’s mission has always been “to encourage people to think more deeply about the wonders and applications of science”. I rarely, seem to have time to think more deeply. Over the weekend the Royal Institute was home to Blogtacular. It was the perfect home. This was the first Blogtacular, set up by Kat & Kat: “This is a place for people who create vibrant and original content to discuss their work.” Blogtacular dreamed big, not only did it bring together a vibrant group of bloggers, it placed before them some very inspiring people. Bloggers who have taken blogging to another level, game changers. Every session I attended was an opportunity to learn, every session I wasn’t in, I wished I was.
I brought my ticket for the event, not without hesitation, I doubted my credentials to attend. I am not creative, I don’t make or bake. My concern; that I wouldn’t fit in. The uncool one in the corner.
The atmosphere was relaxed and warm. I spoke to various bold and brilliant women, lone rangers of creativity, passing me their cards and telling me their stories. I got spend time with people who I admire for the different things they do. Cathy, Lucy, Steph, Heather and Kelly.
Xanthe Berkley. Photowalk. Berkley Square
For me, the key themes I came away with were:
The devil’s in the detail.
Feel the fear and do it anyway (everyone loves a cliche)
If you stand at the back of the photowalk because you think your photos aren’t good enough, they won’t be good enough (more a lesson for life, really)
Blogtacular was very different to anything else I’ve attended (I am difficult to please) and I loved every aspect of Blogtacular. I loved the messages for blogging and I loved the messages for life. The spaces on the internet I inhabit have got smaller in the last year, I’ve stepped back from a few things and at times felt a little lost. This weekend has given me much to think deeply upon and go forward with, in the very best way.