When it comes to work, I'm not good at details. When we're writing songs there's a point where I hand it over to Jeremy and leave the room. The real nuts and bolts, the nitty gritty part of production - do we need to track that guitar again? Is the snare too compressed? Which mic to use to record that? Yeah, I'm not bothered. This can work well, it means I can get some distance from our songs that Jeremy can't, so when I come back to them I do so with fresh ears, and it's easier for me to say, "Err what the hell is that synth doing?!" when it isn't working. (Pity poor Jeremy who has just spent days writing and recording a part, only to have me rub it out in seconds). When you're working with someone else and they're good at details, this can be ideal. But when you're on your own it causes problems. I am fine doing broad big ideas, but less into going over and over something to make it better. I don't think I could ever learn to play a musical instrument because it requires practising. For aaaaaages. But acting I'm into because you can feel your way, and you come to it already an expert at, like, speaking and walking around and shit.
However, when it comes to clothes I'm obsessed with the details. From the technical side - the length of a pair of jeans, or a skirt, where it sits on my waist - to the aesthetical. And it has little to do with what's in fashion at the time, or whether it's the right colours for me (remember those "find your colour" seminars women, and probably also men, used to go to? Where they'd have a flip book of fabrics in different hues that they'd hold next to your cheek. Then they'd announce, "She's a winter" and everyone would applaud. *wistful face*). It has way more to do with how it makes me feel, or what/who, it reminds me of. This dress has great details, and it reminds me of Fairuza Balk as Sapphire in Almost Famous. It's a keeper.