Hey. @Alexa-la-Coupe called me out, so I think it’s only fair I get to do the same, no?
(Justice really quite demands it)
[Semi] objectively, Alexa’s “legacy” is… pictures that have this sunlit warmth and feminine softness about them. Even shots at night- filled with twinkling lights and gentle glows laced around silhouettes. They’re demure colours and quiet moods and the painting of silken, fairytale hair. They feel like the kind of sleepy midsummer afternoon you spend lying half asleep in a field somewhere, watching your own delicious daydreams as you melt in the gentle sun. Is that strange to say? It’s probably strange. But that’s the kind of feeling they evoke- in myself, at least. Warmth and peace.
(Side note; can I just say how the contradiction delights me? Alexa, who is, by nature, amusingly open about her own saltiness and sarcasm; creating art that is just the opposite. )
She is probably correct to suggest her excessive use of the sparkling heart emoji (most emojis) will be something she’ll be remembered for. To that list, I would also like to add builds with immaculately placed, startlingly personal details. Just… everyday things. Things in life you see but don’t notice. Scattered about, naturally, without affectation; as though the people in the scene moved out of frame for two minutes and will soon be back to their activities; as though you didn’t try too hard with staging. Except that the effort is obvious in how intimate it feels. Ribbons from shows that actually happened; somebody’s pink polo wraps; tins of flowers; framed photos of horses and moments that someone holds dear. I love that- this sense of place you’ve begun to create- and I cannot be the only one who calls such things to mind when they think of you.
On a personal level, Alexa’s ‘legacy’ is that she has (and is) affecting those of the people close to her. To understand my meaning requires thinking about the small joy that is receiving a pleasant comment on your blog, or receiving some thoughtful and genuine praise for something you’d posted in Slack.
Are you imagining that?
Now imagine receiving a steady stream of HIGH ENERGY ULTRA OCTANE comments expressing genuine love for and interest in what you have been doing on a frequent basis.
(Yes, it really is like that) (feels as good as it sounds)
(even if half the time it’s a gargle of capitalised letters) (several times over)
(and yes- nigh on several thousand variations of the heart emoji)
I guess the short of what I’m trying to say is that it’s nice to have someone around who is as passionate about what you’re doing as you are. It rekindles my own interest and makes me excited to prepare the narrative secrets I’ve been keeping to someday be revealed. It makes you feel like your efforts to document the nonsense in your head is worth it; it keeps the self-doubt at bay. It reminds me why I take so much pleasure in telling stories.
I know I’m not the only one to have been revitalised by the ever-exploding ball of [secretly] positive energy that is Alexa la Coupe. So I think, if she were to leave, that’s what she’d be known for, to myself and many others. The joy she’s injected into Equus.
… And secret stories she hasn’t gotten around to telling yet, damn it.
.. oh, and I have to talk about me. Hm. I think I am known for leaving inconveniently long replies to anything (like this one) and for gabbling about stories and characters and writing all the time, presumably to the irritation of everyone else. I’ve also heard this hearsay floating around that I’m okay at making horses. I strongly deny these allegations, your Honour.
I ask the person below me to break the rules! (I’m a rebel) And not write about my legacy- pick someone you quietly admire who doesn’t receive enough recognition for what they do.
(I know this is naughty but I really can’t handle more than one compliment a year and I’ve had THREE this year already )