Scroll to the bottom if you can’t be jacked to read my waffle. The vid’s there, worry not.
Sooo… major jokes that this happened. Still can’t get over it (although it’s clear to see by account of how much gushing I manage in 180 seconds). Everybody be cool.
It was a right place right time kinda thing – I found myself chatting to Californian uber babes HAIM to fill time while they waited for an interviewer to arrive. After rambling on about watching them play in New York after a hurricane (as you do) and so on, I managed to grow some proverbial balls and tell Este that I was a fellow type 1. (Oh, by the way, Este has type 1).
‘No wayyyyyy! I never meet anyone else with this damn thing!’ she exclaimed. We started chatting about how there aren’t enough positive role models out there for YOUNG FUN TYPE 1s (oh hi blog) and aside from agreeing to start up a (drunken) sisterhood of the pancreatically challenged, she OFFERED to write for the site. GAWP. Which I knew as earnestly as she meant it, may never happen if I didn’t sit her in front of a computer right there and then and make her type. So instead I nabbed three minutes of her face and made this. YES.
I can’t tell you how much I loved this chick before this happened. I don’t tend to fangirl (ok, I do, but in the privacy of Twitter… ha) but this girl rocks my world, mostly because she doesn’t give a shit. She’s fiercely intelligent – completing a five year degree in two years – she has a penchant for pulling a plethora of amazing faces while she’s performing (hi, hi there), is hilarious on stage, loves a crowd surf and is undoubtedly the most outspoken of the three sisters, who have accomplished an utterly ridiculous and stunning rise since being announced as the Sound of 2013 winners last January. I mean, her Twitter handle is @JizzieMcGuire – Este Fucking Haim. Hero.
And all the while, she’s attached to a pump 24/7, feeding her insulin in between the performances and the interviews and the jetlag and the non-stop schedule. She’s rocking it. HARD. And also admits to feigning a low blood sugar in order to avoid a speeding ticket from a policeman. ESTE FOR PRIME MINISTER.
It was largely publicized in the summer that she had to leave stage during one of the girls’ Glastonbury sets (they appeared thrice, including alongside Primal Scream) because of a low blood sugar – exasturbated by the journo dream headline ‘I almost died on stage’. Sure. But it just goes to show that the complications this uberbitch of a disease happen to the best of us, in the most inconvenient of places. On stage in front of 25,000 people at one of the biggest festivals in the world? Type 1 doesn’t care.
Although she’s wonderfully open about living with this thing I’ve never seen her chat at such length on video solely about type 1 so I’m putting it out there that this little gem is an EXCLUSIVE. Woopa.
We need more Estes in the world.