Monday, April 14, 2014

secret beach

It's finally the mid-semester break!

I don't hate uni or anything (as much as I'm itching to get out into the real world), but I have been counting down to this mini-holiday since day one. There's nothing quite like being able to come home after a long day at work/interning and knowing you don't have to actually do any more work if you don't want to. Granted, mid-sems aren't real holidays as we've got things to do due first week back, but it's nice knowing I don't really have to worry about that until a couple of days before term starts again, hah.

Last term was pretty good, actually. I seem to recall first year being a lot more hectic and stressful for some reason - whether it's because the actual work load has been less/easier or if I've just gotten better at managing my time, I don't know, but I'm putting money on the former.
Our main styling assignment was to roll with a theme/trend and create editorial-style layouts for it, and shooting on-location with my partner/friend Jess for our beachy/organic theme produced some beautiful photos (probably because this place is gorgeous). Our location that we stumbled upon by accident: Kutti Beach.

Asos dress

Kutti Beach is a secret beach like no other. We were actually trying to find Milk Beach but went into a no-through road by accident, got out of the car and noticed the tiniest, narrowest staircase by a sailor's club. Down the staircase was a small concrete, planted landing which then lead to the private beach local mansion-dwellers call their backyard. There were probably only two or three people there on this super-hot and sunny day, a far cry from the ridiculous crowds you get at Bondi.

I'm itching to take Richard here, as we rarely get time to go to the beach together... in between him working full time and me being at uni, we rarely get days off together :( Hopefully some time in the next two weeks!

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

war is over (if you want it)

As some of you fellow Sydney-siders would know, Yoko Ono's War Is Over (If You Want It) contemporary art exhibition was on at the MCA in Circular Quay not too long ago. I first heard about it before Richard and I jetted off to the UK, and was super anxious to see it as soon as we got back. Sadly, Richard started work again pretty much straight away, so I couldn't give him the little cultural enlightening he so desperately needed (when are you going to stop classifying pepper as extremely hot, Richard?!) but it did leave room for Mia, one of my most cherished friends. We have this thing with a mutual friend of ours where we go on exciting adventures as a trio and call them "HADs" (Hawt Asian Day - don't ask). I guess this was a mini-HAD as our dear Rae wasn't present, but I guess Yoko could count as being there in spirit to be the third, being of Asian background and all.

On with the photos!

We were blessed with pretty ridiculously beautiful weather despite the rain that had been plaguing the city for a good week and a half. Though I guess it wouldn't have been that bad, seeing as though the MCA is mostly indoors.

Me being a total dork at the entry of the exhibition.

Can I just tell you about this piece? It was a mini labyrinth made of some sort of Perspex/glass material, and in the centre was a phone. YOKO ONO HERSELF would call this phone. How often, I can not say - I've heard once every 24 hours. Unfortunately she didn't call while we were there, but how great is that?!

There was a great big wall completely filled with love-letters to mothers across the globe. Naturally, Mia and I added our own dedications to our beloved mamas! Right next to this, there were tables set up with broken bits of china, rope, glue and sticky tape. The idea was to "mend" the pieces any way you chose, meanwhile thinking of mending the world. I love this woman.

All About Eve top via Attik | Vintage skirt via Cow | Windsor Smith sandals | Origami Fox necklace c/o Love Hearts and Crosses

And here's a shot of the Opera House next to the wishing trees that were set up by the café. I can't actually remember what I wished for, but I hope it comes true!

Have a lovely rest of the week, everybody. PEACE!

Thursday, March 13, 2014


Reaching back a good few weeks here for this post.

As most of you know by now, Richard and I went back up to England for a month between January and February. Most of the time we were visiting Richard's friends and family (I hadn't seen most of them in around two years!), but we did make the effort to go out and explore bits of the country that were close to us while we were there.
Mid-way through our trip, Richard's parents and we went down to Warwick Castle for the day.

I don't know about you, but I love castles. I'm not much of a history buff, though it's hard to disagree that there's something ridiculously impressive about these things. People built them! In a time when there weren't any bulldozers, cranes or gigantic cement mixers! Also, they're always beautiful, even if in ruins surrounded by wilderness.
Warwick Castle was no exception, either. I'm pretty happy we went in the middle of winter, too, as it wasn't overcrowded and was easy to capture photos of the serene, majestic vibe of the place. And of the weather - it rained pretty much every day we were there in England, except this day. How lucky were we?!

For lunch (as we forgot the picnic basket at home, derp), we stopped at the little café/carvery within the castle. Naturally, I wasn't going to have just anything - ho-no, if I was going to eat in a medieval English castle, I was going to have scones. With jam and clotted cream.

H&M jumper | Vintage black leather shorts | Urban Outfitters cardigan | Really old, well-loved earmuffs that are now broken (sadface.) | Dr Martens patent leather boots

It's so odd looking back at these photos as I don't think I can comprehend exactly how cold I was that day compared to sitting in my study right now at a comfortable 24ºC. Those earmuffs were constantly attached to my head those four weeks, if I'm totally honest. If there's one thing I do miss, though, it's the perpetual green of the English countryside. Sigh of bliss.