The Power of Opinion
I remember sitting in my writing class several years back with a very clear aspiration. Every few days, we would head up to the library and I would loan from them magazines like Time. Its feature writers and columnists, to me, wrote with such an attractive eloquence; I sought to scramble my words as wisely. I did not care so much for current affairs, as I did quite simply, for shit that mattered. Time injected true significance into modern-day media works. It was one of the few mediums appearing to do so. I moved down to Wellington and…
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Day in the Life of a Social Media Manager
STRONGER
Interviewing my 2017 self
7 Reasons Your Body is not a Temple
temple ˈtɛmp(ə)l/ noun a building devoted to the worship of a god or gods. 1. Temples are constructed with certainty and permanence. You and your body are in constant construction. Each day you consume a mouthful or take a breathe; move a step or walk a mile, your body is being constructed. Your age is a mere representation of this work. Our initial build speaks so little for the way we will one day be constructed. To demand that our bodies be something they are yet not, is like asking whisky to mature at a faster rate.…
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STRONGER
Let’s Talk About The Edit.
Welcome to Failure; good to be here.
From Me to You: A Letter I Never Sent.
(To accompany my words..) As I write this, it’s 9pm. It’s a Tuesday evening and I feel alert. Just a day from now, I’ll board a plane. For what has felt like far too long, I will go further than the mere hour to Auckland. A few more, to Fiji. Do you remember the time I ventured? Across the sea for bronzed skin and unremitting days. For kindness and for love. Do you remember?! Oh, friends, I do! It feels just a moment ago and yet, all the same it is a year I never did live.…
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MBFW DAY TWO // 3.30am Wake-Ups, Nip-Slips and Anna Quan.
The Plainest Clarity
2 Months In: Finding Home in Melbourne.
Things You Won’t Remember When You Die
I’ve been wanting to write a post for a while, and it’s called, Things You Won’t Remember When You Die. It’s not meant to sound as disastrously bleak and suicidal as it potentially does (to be fair, you could read it as a confirmation of life’s little value). Its bluntness is intentional, however, for a completely different reason: to remind us of what’s really important while we’re here and for this sake, where we should be devoting our time. I think that one of our biggest downfalls – not as a generation or even as humanity, but as humans individually…
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7 Reasons Your Body is not a Temple
Day in the Life of a Social Media Manager
The Power of Opinion
5 Reasons You Didn’t Achieve Your New Year’s Resolutions
Well, well, well. It would seem we’ve found ourselves in another year. Happy New Year everyone! Here’s hoping your celebrations were anything but dull. If you follow my Instagram, you’ll know I made it back to Auckland for family Christmas. I shoulder-hopped my way into the New Year once again thanks to Rhythm and Vines. And as we speak, I’m crossing clouds back to Wellington for the remainder of the Summer. One could say it’s been busy. What’s important is I’m back and I’m writing. The champagne glasses are finally clean and in turn, I’m dirtying a mug and a…
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First Year Uni: What I really learnt.
IT’S NOT JANUARY 1ST.. AND THINGS ARE CHANGING.
Friday Style Inspiration – Lounging & Sundays
The Importance of Outer Beauty
It is a wonder to discover that in a world so beguiled by self-image, we can still discern what it is to be truly beautiful. A word layered with endlessly more meaning than the likes of ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’, to relate it to self is far from media-inspired. Belief in our own beauty can be found with whom the revenue-driven discourage a visit: our raw and untouched selves. It is here where we shall uncover that to be beautiful is no more than to feel it. Over the past couple of weeks, I have subconsciously divulged into the topic of beauty…
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NZFW Day 3 // So is it all that glamorous?
5 WAYS TO LIVE THE LIFE YOU’VE IMAGINED NOW.
#MBFW: THE SECRETS OF PREPARATION.
First Year Uni: What I really learnt.
Last Thursday at 10.30am, I completed my first year at university. While it carried with it a sense of relief, The End docked with much less triumph than I imagined it would. It felt indefinite, unsure if this was the destination, if we’d even boarded the right ship. For weeks now, people have been filtering out of the halls. I’ve fought with final days, with wind, rain and Descartes theories condensed on an A4 piece of paper. And despite how it couldn’t have come sooner, the end of first year has given rise to an oddly unattached emotion. I imagine retiring will…
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NINA
5 things I WISH I did to combat stress.
World of Fashion (not so Fashion-y)
REALITY CHECKS
Day 4 of NZFW, and I’m beginning to understand the limitation that is tiredness. Much alike to navigating the kitchen, it’s something I should have learned a long time ago. Being stubborn, I chose instead to let my parents argue with the bags under my eyes for years. My 7 year old self was still not convinced. She dabbled in the practice until about 3am when her eyes would flash open and she would deem it time to get ready. She’d have about 3 hours to clean up her room and play with her toys, then, to wake up and…
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How to attend NZFW // A First Timer’s Guide
NZFW // Weddings, Wynn Hamlyn and that’s a Wrap.
SEEN AND LIKED: A HUMBLE MOMENT AT NZFW.
NZFW Day 3 // So is it all that glamorous?
Delegate passes and DSLRs aside, Fashion Week is not as glamorous as it seems. Each year, I set out with a series of expectations, and leave having satisfied few of them. Fortunately, I’ve always been more stimulated by spontaneity. If things only ever amounted to the level of our expectations, life would be boring. On day three of Fashion Week, I found myself dressed in clothes worth more than my bank account. I was sitting front row in the 7th of 16 shows I’d attend. All lights faded to announce the start, except for one. It was my phone, illuminating…
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“There’s a lot I don’t relate to about fashion.”
5 WAYS TO LIVE THE LIFE YOU’VE IMAGINED NOW.
8 things I wish I said at #NZFW.
STRONGER
I remember the day I finally held myself accountable. It was sudden and unprecedented, like most encounters we’ll have with change. Not surprisingly, this turning point occurred in front of the mirror. I’d stopped and looked at myself, only to face a familiar discomfort with the opposing reflection. Nearing 16, I was well-informed of this prime I would enter in teenage-dom. They spoke of it as the do-all era. We’d stride through it encompassed by all but limitation. A sense of invincibility, this would be inevitable. The person I saw in the mirror – the girl who would embark these…
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7 MONTHS AND 2600KM FROM HOME.
5 WAYS TO LIVE THE LIFE YOU’VE IMAGINED NOW.
First Year Uni: What I really learnt.
