Every photograph posted on this blog is the phenomenal result of a Canon 550d camera. Recently, the clarity and blur on my lens had been out of whack, so I’ve turned to my canary yellow Instax mini polaroid to fulfil all of my shooting desires. There’s something a little bit sacred and heartwarming about polaroids: every shot is purposefully selected based on the aesthetics of the environment, the golden feeling in the moment or the significance of the event.
CHRISTMAS HAS ARRIVED!! And with it comes carols, happy Christmassy movies, food food food, overall good spirits and SO MUCH MORE. I’m not going to pretend I haven’t already been watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation or humming Run Run Rudolph under my breath… because I definitely have.
Je t’aime, ma chérie!
Every second spent in your city was la vie en rose. The world around me was presented through rose-coloured glasses, every passing moment tinged with a little bit of magic. Continue reading “A Letter to Paris”
On the morning of February 18th 2016, a friend and I woke up at 5am and drove to the top of a mountain to watch the sky filter through shades of peach, mango and salmon; the beginning of the Earth’s 1.5 million mile traverse around the sun for the day. The beginning of my life as an 18-year-old.
My 18th year was filled with golden waves of happiness, cracks of light disappointment and long ribbons of memories to cherish. Throughout the year, I continued to grow and evolve, learning a plethora of lessons that one generally masters in their first year of decisions and independence. To everyone stepping forward into the next phase of their lives, this list is for you. Continue reading “18 things I learnt being 18”
Tucked in an underground bar in Brisbane’s fortitude valley, a little room filled with tattered couches and strings of Christmas lights played host to a magical night of live music. People poured into the festive room wearing bright smiles, settling into the scattered array of chairs with bottles of champagne and picnics stowed in their bags. The show ahead would be a night of overly-talented performers singing carols and musical theatre pieces, the cast including members from the Australian tours of Les Miserables, Matilda, Into the Woods and the Sound of Music.
Underground Broadway is not just a place where musical theatre lovers gather to watch their friends and icons take to the microphone in a flurry of passion, laughter and energy. Underground Broadway is a place where like-minded people gather to share love and appreciation, spread joy and revel in happiness. As Spencer said on the night, “It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, what colour your skin is, your nationality, your religion… If you are kind, you will always have a place here at Underground Broadway.” Continue reading “Underground Broadway: Christmas”
I’m not one of those ‘crazy feminist lasses who think every man is the spawn of satan himself,’ but lately the concept of guys verbally abusing gals has been circling around my brain. The older I grow, the more I notice the position of women in society and how sometimes the relationship between the two sexes is simply an inherent part of our culture. Something that I can’t even begin to understand, however, is the notion of cat-calling.
It’s simply unbelievable how many times we experience pure, unadulterated magic everyday through a series of insignificant events: Continue reading “fire N gold”
Grade 12 was a year spent desperately trying to stay afloat among a tsunami of assignments, study notes, formal stress and OP predictions. I don’t know what motivated the rest of my grade to crawl out of bed every week, but I found a life raft in Breakfast Club. Continue reading “Breakfast Club”