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October 16, 2019

Last night a bunch of German Mädels, a Parisian Mademoiselle and a girl from Bracknell found themselves dressed in white in front of the Berliner Dom. The event was Diner en Blanc: a Parisian inspired Flash Mob, involving white clothes, delicious food, live music and t...

October 16, 2019

As I walked back down Ackerstrasse after church on Sunday evening, I felt a little blue. Not blue enough to buy ice cream or sit and mope in a corner, but the kind of blue that compels you to do something outrageous or extraordinary. I thought perhaps I might take myse...

March 20, 2019

    On Monday I started working at a theatre I’ve wanted to work at since I was 15. I walked into the stage door entrance and was asked to sign in. Above my name was an actor’s name I recognised and next to the name was the title of the play they were performing in. Ne...

March 12, 2019

There’s something intangible,
tasty, satisfying but just out of
reach.
London on a Spring morning, a scent of carnival and warm drinks in the park,
a melting pot of cultures and promises, somebody 
to be
an open minded identity that sits peaceful in the thrill of it al...

February 27, 2019


If you've spoken to me for approx. 30 mins, I'll probably have mentioned Berlin. It's one of my favourite cities in the world; a home away from home. I get asked for my recommendations on the regular so I thought it would make sense to compile a post of my favourite t...

August 7, 2018

Two weeks ago I read a tweet on Twitter:

‘This heatwave is the longest Tennessee Williams play I’ve sat through’ - Lettie Graham

    She’s right. I don’t know where the plot is going but I’m pretty sure something terrible is going to happen and I will end up in a red pol...

July 18, 2018

Sometimes the smell of Summer 
nights makes my heart hurt,
The expectation is too great to deliver
in full,
No matter the pleasure
there is still a lingering emptiness;
the knowledge of transient passions and fickle promises made hastily in the heat.
Do I fear an endle...

July 18, 2018

It’s been nearly two years since I stumbled out of the doors of Bristol Old Vic Theatre School, naive, starry-eyed and desperate. Oh boy was I desperate. Nothing mattered more to me than auditions, getting auditions, smashing auditions, talking about auditions, did I t...

July 18, 2018

Sometimes I walk home and I beg the wind for a kind word,
For the tender touch of a lover to appear on the curb,
For my shadow not to loom so lonely before me.
Everyone’s windows seem more golden than mine,
And I wonder what it must feel like to be surrounded by bodies...

July 18, 2018

I always go home when I need to dream,
When I need reminding of how the pavement holds the footprints of my progress.
This light falls because I imagined the possibility of another life; away from here.

In my head this little town could be transformed into the world I c...

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