A special phrase is reserved for starting one’s studies at Oxford: you ‘come down’ to the University. It is now Week One of Michaelmas term, and the city is full of freshers and those returning to their colleges. It is a glorious, golden time when the streets are still lit, the days are still long, but the attraction of cosying up at a pub at night becomes self-evident.
White Horse, with its lame pony on the sign, is a tavern nested between sections of the formidable Blackwell’s bookshop. Together – especially when taken with bicycles and the Sheldonian theatre (see OxShot #10) – this cityscape forms an entity symbolic of Oxford. An ancient student drinking song said, ‘Gaudeamus igitur / Iuvenes dum sumus’ – ‘Let us rejoice, therefore, / While we are young.’ Here’s to that.
‘OxShot’ is our brand new visual essay from Katariina Kottonen (Chance & Physics). Every Monday, get a glimpse of the city’s literary life, and be reminded of its astonishing cultural richness. One take, for your double-take.