summertime-in-the-city

The day Taylor Swift held my hand and asked me if I was ‘ready for a photo shoot’

By: Hermione Hoby for The Guardian
Date: Sunday, July 16th 2017

It’s summertime, New York City, 2014 and a starstruck reporter interviews the charismatic singer at a restaurant. Then it’s time to go…

On a Tuesday afternoon three years ago, I entered a Manhattan restaurant where I had been told Taylor Swift would be, waiting to be interviewed. It seemed astonishing that there she was indeed: an outrageously famous person occupying a human-woman amount of space as she talked, texted, ate salad and, finally, introduced me to the art of the selfie.

“A selfie with Taylor” had been a firm order from my editor. I’d never taken a selfie before and I’d certainly never asked a celebrity for one. Like Leonardo da Vinci teaching your life drawing class or Michael Jackson helping you moonwalk, it struck me as a grave and absurd sort of privilege that it was Taylor Swift who taught me how. (As everyone under the age of 30 knows, you hold the phone above you at arm’s length, for the most flattering angle.)

I thought this blurry, if carefully angled picture of our faces was it for photo ops. But as we stood up to leave, it was clear something alarming had happened. A sort of mouth had formed outside, a crowd of hunched figures in black pointing cameras at the door that would eject a superstar. And with her, me.

Taylor – I suppose we were now on post-selfie first-name terms – must have seen my terror. She asked in a droll and gentle way if I was “ready for a photo shoot” then took my hand firmly and out we strode. Cameras flashed, voices rose and, like the Red Sea parting, the crowd shifted to allow her into the waiting Suburban. And then I was on my own, walking towards the subway feeling dizzy.

The next day there were shots of us – “us!” – on the internet. In them I’m clutching a tote bag from the Marxist publishing house Verso. It reads “Philosophy for Militants”, the title of a book by the French philosopher Alain Badiou. (Not sure if Taylor’s read it.) Left-leaning conspiracy theorists leapt to expound on Red, Swift’s monolithic pop album-cum-Communist directive. Elsewhere, teenage girls confidently asserted I was her girlfriend. Of all the possible untruths about me that could metastasize online, being romantically involved with Taylor Swift was, I conceded, one I could let slide. There followed a general assumption that, if not Taylor Swift’s actual lover, I was nonetheless “friends” with her, or “had access” to her. Relatives’ friends’ daughters sent Facebook messages breathless with exclamation marks and almost painful with need. When I got married a month later I lost track of the number of wedding guests who asked whether “Tay” was attending.

I began to wonder if, in my post-Taylor life, I would now disappoint everyone. That wasn’t very Swiftian thinking though, was it? I duly tried to “shake it off, shake it off”. Sometimes though, I’ll sit down on the subway next to a woman listening to 1989, glance at her tiny screen and privately whisper to myself, she doesn’t know I held her hand.


You can read the original interview with Taylor and Hermione Hoby here.

The day Taylor Swift held my hand and asked me if I was ‘ready for a photo shoot’

It’s summertime, New York City, 2014 and a starstruck reporter interviews the charismatic singer at a restaurant. Then it’s time to go…

Hermione Hoby
Sunday 16 July 2017 06.00 BST

On a Tuesday afternoon three years ago, I entered a Manhattan restaurant where I had been told Taylor Swift would be, waiting to be interviewed. It seemed astonishing that there she was indeed: an outrageously famous person occupying a human-woman amount of space as she talked, texted, ate salad and, finally, introduced me to the art of the selfie.

“A selfie with Taylor” had been a firm order from my editor. I’d never taken a selfie before and I’d certainly never asked a celebrity for one. Like Leonardo da Vinciteaching your life drawing class or Michael Jackson helping you moonwalk, it struck me as a grave and absurd sort of privilege that it was Taylor Swift who taught me how. (As everyone under the age of 30 knows, you hold the phone above you at arm’s length, for the most flattering angle.)

I thought this blurry, if carefully angled picture of our faces was it for photo ops. But as we stood up to leave, it was clear something alarming had happened. A sort of mouth had formed outside, a crowd of hunched figures in black pointing cameras at the door that would eject a superstar. And with her, me.

Taylor – I suppose we were now on first-name terms – must have seen my terror

Taylor – I suppose we were now on post-selfie first-name terms – must have seen my terror. She asked in a droll and gentle way if I was “ready for a photo shoot” then took my hand firmly and out we strode. Cameras flashed, voices rose and, like the Red Sea parting, the crowd shifted to allow her into the waiting Suburban. And then I was on my own, walking towards the subway feeling dizzy.

‘Relatives’ friends’ daughters sent Facebook messages breathless with exclamation marks.’

The next day there were shots of us – “us!” – on the internet. In them I’m clutching a tote bag from the Marxist publishing house Verso. It reads “Philosophy for Militants”, the title of a book by the French philosopher Alain Badiou. (Not sure if Taylor’s read it.) Left-leaning conspiracy theorists leapt to expound on Red, Swift’s monolithic pop album-cum-Communist directive. Elsewhere, teenage girls confidently asserted I was her girlfriend. Of all the possible untruths about me that could metastasise online, being romantically involved with Taylor Swift was, I conceded, one I could let slide. There followed a general assumption that, if not Taylor Swift’s actual lover, I was nonetheless “friends” with her, or “had access” to her. Relatives’ friends’ daughters sent Facebook messages breathless with exclamation marks and almost painful with need. When I got married a month later I lost track of the number of wedding guests who asked whether “Tay” was attending.

I began to wonder if, in my post-Taylor life, I would now disappoint everyone. That wasn’t very Swiftian thinking though, was it? I duly tried to “shake it off, shake it off”. Sometimes though, I’ll sit down on the subway next to a woman listening to 1989, glance at her tiny screen and privately whisper to myself, she doesn’t know I held her hand.

Seasons

Paring: Credence Barebone/Reader

Tags: female reader, female pronouns, angst, fluff, Ministry of Magic, MACUSA (Magical Congress of the United States of America), some spoilers for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Summary: Come summer, winter, spring or autumn, you’re still a witch, and you’re still in love with Credence Barebone.

Word Count: 2,727

Posting Date:  2017-06-05

Current Date: 2017-06-15


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A song you like with a number in the title: 99 Luftballoons - Nena, The Election Of 1800 - Hamilton OST

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A song that reminds of someone you’d rather forget: Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

A song that needs to be played LOUD:I have like,,,,SO MANY songs haha,,,here are some of them: Meet Me Inside - Hamilton OST, Wait For It - Hamilton OST, Satisfied - Hamilton OST, Candy Store - Heathers Te Musical OST, Willow Tree March - The Paper Kites

A song that makes you want to dance: I rarely dance but maybe Disco Inferno - Trampps 

A song to drive to: honestly any song :^) Electric Avenue - Eddy Grant, Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson

A song about drugs or alcohol: Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time - Panic! At The Disco

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A song that makes you sad: You - Keaton Henson, Blame - Air Traffic Controller


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castiel

tracks:Round and Round;Imagine Dragons | New Perspective;Panic! At the Disco | Tonight, Tonight;The Smashing Pumpkins (cover) | Can’t Hold Us;Macklemore and Ryan Lewis | This Is Gospel;Panic! At the Disco | Summertime;My Chemical Romance | Silhouette; Owl City | Stereo Hearts;Gym Class Heroes | Let It Rock;Kevin Rudolf | The Only Hope for Me is You;My Chemical Romance | Homecoming Heroes;The Head and the Heart | Vagabond;Misterwives | Youth;Daughter | Car Radio;twenty one pilots | A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit;Andrew Jackson Jihad | Friends;Lightning Love | Human;Daughter

lysander

tracks: Human;The Killers | Horizons;Puscifer | Rainbow Veins;Owl City | Flaws (The Chainsmokers Remix);Bastille | Where the Moss Slowly Grows (cover);Tiger Army | Melectric;Ramona Falls | Five Years’ Time;Noah and the Whale | I Lived;OneRepublic | You And I;Ingrid Michaelson | Best Day of My Life;American Authors | I Bet My Life;Imagine Dragons | Swing Life Away;Rise Against | Vanilla Twilight;Owl City | The End of All Things (acapella cover);Panic! At The Disco

nathaniel

tracks: Jesus of Suburbia;Green Day | Lillian(Violet);The Dear Hunter | Chameleon Boy(cover);Blue October | The Bird and the Worm;The Used | The No Seatbelt Song;Brand New | Paper Scars(cover);Lovedrug | Skulls;Bastille | Paradise;Coldplay | Perfect(cover);Simple Plan | Slipping Husband;The National | The Mute(cover);Radical Face | Flaws;Bastille | This Isn’t The End;Owl City | All These Things That I’ve Done;The Killers | Garden Party;Owl City