Annette Barlow

Personal Brief

B-Low is the product of a hippy mother, and a hobo-upbringing. As a result, she has scant appreciation for such tedium as routine, being an adult or having a  'proper job'.

 

Rather, she pays her rent by colour-coding things, bossing people around for shits and giggles, striking vicious red marks through someone else's words, and cobbling together the odd article and spot of web copy. In the past, she has worked for a worryingly wide range of people including BDA, BBC, Great British Chefs, The Fly, The Australian Times and a whole heap of things she will never speak of again.

 

Barlow is also the Editor and Founder (yes, CAPITALS she's so important) of thegirlsare.com - an independent, online magazine supporting and promoting women in music. She is one half of the founding team of spit. music (a live platform supporting women MCs, lyricists, DJs and beatmakers), and she hosts many other gigs throughout the year. She is also a part of the Le Cinema Des Femmes team (pop-up cinema), runs the club night Fanny Pack with friends and is one third of the dream team who run The Quiz (feminist pub quiz). She contributes to For Books' Sake, The Line of Best Fit, Fat Quarter and many  more.  

 

She has two tortoises whom she equally adores and loathes - the latter in particular when they poo on her cleanly washed floors. 

 

She works too hard, doesn't sleep enough, and is said to have red wine running through her veins instead of blood.

 

 

Artists on your radar, shout them out!

Botched Fairytale, The Grates, Rayographs, Sound of Rum, Envy, Micachu & The Shapes, A. Dot

Which is your number one location - and what's it best for?

My bed. (Sleeping)

'Getting creative', what's it all about?

Not being afraid to make a complete willy of yourself in your pursuit of your creative goal = lifelong bliss.

Your Life, Right Now - what's the soundtrack?

tUnE-yArDs - w h o k i l l, Micachu & The Shapes - Chopped and Screwed, Braids, White Hinterland, planningtorock

What is your idea of a jolly good time?

Out for meal with piglet sister, consume whole cow's worth of meat, drink restaurant dry of red vin, consume cocktails, end up meeting curious older gentleman with two dogs who offers to show you roof terrace of office in non-creepy fashion, stumble slightly drunk across rooftop, riddled with HILARITY of shrieked statement "it's like we're in MARY POPPINS!! Ha ha ha", bumble home cackling, 'ave more booze and play Singstar Rock Ballads until almost ready to pass out, when put Grey's Anatomy on the telly box and have a little snooze. Job's a good'un. 

What happened the last time you were a complete disgrace?

Erm, you have not read the above?