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Kingston Trinder is in the building

Kingston Trinder is in the building

Here is Kingston Trinder, our very own anthropologist! He joined Colors team nearly 5 months ago, long enough to see most of his conceptions about Fabrica change completely. Have a look at his answers and welcome him as our new blogger.

How did you come to learn about Fabrica?

An avid reader of COLORS since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, amongst the tea cups & fish & chips in darling New Zealand, I first heard of Fabrica through the COLORS website. Or something like that. I think. Its quite romantic that. Isn't it?

What have you been doing before now?
Cycling without a helmet in London. I felt devilishly rebellious as a result. I had some mittens, women's mittens, that folded open to reveal your fingers. There were little flowers made from beads on them. Marvelous. I was reading quite a great deal, & as it was very cold, I had a lovely plaid blanket. I did have a job, & then I didn't. Writing puns all day, for a bizaare company that sold flights in fighter jets, & tours of pottery factories. Things everyone needs really. I seem to recall dancing most Fridays, & you could buy six beers for five pounds from the wee shop on the corner. I lived with some lovely lasses who liked to read their fortunes, & mine, most mornings. Usually over a fine cup of chamomile.

Do you feel like you understand Fabrica by now?
I have fleeting moments of suspended disbelief, when I feel I may have a rudimentary grasp of what exactly Fabrica is, & then I realise its all marmalade. Inconsistent at best, but pleasing in the mornings, over toast & tea. Bitter moments & sweet, & a terrible metaphor or two.

If you were to explain to an old aunt what is it that you do here, what would you say?
Immersion. Talk, thought, I'd tell her I was exploring, engaging, sating my curiosities, & learning to learn anew. Optimistically I'd tell her I like to think I'm exchanging in all senses, with some of the most exceptionally people from around the world.

If you could have known all you know by now about Fabrica, would you have come or would you have made a different decision?
There are things of course which trouble me about Fabrica, like anything in the world, but the overwhelming enthusiasm for knowledge & exploration, of self-discovery, excuse a multitude of deficeits. That, & almost daily weeping with laughter at some of the most hilarious things people quietly mention to me means I wouldn't have missed a moment of these amazing idiosyncracies.

So now, what do you expect to get out of this experience?

Perhaps a friend. One would be nice. I'd like to say I've been under the Tuscan sun. Literally. Stroll arm in arm with a beautiful lass through Venice. Cycle through the spring sunshine & have some truly insightful chats with some intriguing, engaging, perceptive & engaged things from around the world. managed a haircut. From Jackie. & Maia. & myself. I think the most important thing is to acquire some more lay anthropological observations, a little more
empathy, & a greater understanding of the self & the other, that one almost inevitably gains through full immersion in a foreign land.

What will you miss from home?
The Jamaicans. I'll always miss the Jamaicans. I really liked sheltering from the miserable weather. Under a plaid blanket, huddled by the radiator, cup of tea in hand. There's something pleasing about taking refuge with friends, indoors, over crumpets & jam. Oddly, I do sincerely miss fish & chips. I think I miss the night buses. That, & the grime, & the exhilaration of a fierce & thunderous city, & the delicious anonymity that only a gargantuan city can bring. That, & wearing Nepalese socks in the hallway. Its just too accursedly hot here, & Nicolo would never approve.

Anything else you'd like to share with us?
When I left my parents' home to seek my fortune, my father said always look after your ankles. They're the only thing between you & the ground, & certain trouble. Wisely observed old bean. Live fast, & die young, I'd say, eyes peeled & ears alive at all times. There's things to be learned all the time. That, & there's always time for a drink & a chat, a time to laugh, which I like, & a time to ponder. Lets swim in the river, & everyone should read The Famous Five as a

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