This piece was written for Voxfrock. It’s a tale of two worlds behind a fashion show. The models. The dressers, artists and organisers. The convergence of these is only witnessed by a few outsiders. To the unknowing eye, the runway is planned and then simply executed. But behind those heavy black curtains, teams of people… Continue reading backstage with the rookies | Voxfrock.
As much as I dream of the freelance life ( when we decipher what work that would actually mean for me ), I’m coming to doubt my abilities in concentration and motivation that are necessary for this work choice. When a free day is sprung on me with no plans, and no intention of making any, I… Continue reading finding my productive space.
( Or for a lifetime - also quite happy with that ). The need for a holiday has sprung on me again. I know, I know, it's only been four weeks since my Tanzania adventure, but that Sydney life sucks it out of you, drastically quickly. All those horns and sirens, grumpy walkers, angry men,… Continue reading coastal for a day.
Is anyone else wetting themselves that it is spring again? In two ways. Firstly, how is it already September, the year needs to slow down a little, and secondly out of excitement for the coming warmth ( can already feel it brewing in the air ), beach days and wine nights - outside as opposed… Continue reading osakan for a day.
Every morning when I go to the gym ( every morning is a loosely held term right here, but #goals ) my bag is quite literally filled to the brim with outfit and face things. Like, it's a real struggle to close. And that's without including the required towel or skipping rope at times. The… Continue reading italian for a day 2.0.
Teenagers are like another species to me now. They aren’t the kind we were. The other day I spotted a group of little teen girls ( who were probably taller than me in reality ), venturing into the city on their exciting school holiday shopping adventure. All 3 in a row wearing their Doc Martens and… Continue reading the age of teen.
It was always to live in London by the time I'm 30, for as little or as long a period. It feels like that age is encroaching way too fast, my life is definitely not together like I had imagined it would be, and the thought of moving sometimes seems a little crazy. My FOMO… Continue reading melbournite for a day 2.0.