Ever over-planned a holiday to the point where you're exhausted on the flight home? Ever said good bye to routine entirely, and spent weeks moaning, groaning and announcing "where you'd rather be" on your return? Me too. This holiday, I was determined to do things differently.
Things I don't recommend include: moving countries, hustling your way to self establishment and forgetting the definition of a holiday. Things I do recommend? Well, you'll simply have to read this post.
Re-inventing yourself isn't about hating where you are. It's about respecting where you're going. Join me as I find inspiration and new perspective in a return to my favourite custom design hotel in Sydney, The Collectionist.
And with an off-duty look, I’m doing exactly that: signing out from Sydney and MBFW. The end of Fashion Week is always bittersweet. This is an ode to all those who made it what it was; to the glamour, to the lights. And also, to the track pants, the boyfriend and the routine that awaits at home.
As of Thursday last week, Sydney welcomed its first custom design hotel. For the duration of MBFW, I have been fortunate enough to trial it. Spoiler alert: it's like no hotel experience I've had before.
2 months ago, I moved to Melbourne. And 2 months ago, I experienced my first feeling of home. Since then, I've experienced the good and the bad of finding home in a new city. Here's the reality of things; some would say, an expansion on the Instagram highlights.
There are two sides to every story. What is it - but the fear of guilt - that makes you exempt from hearing the other? My recent trip to Fiji saw me unpacking more than bikinis, but factory life and cultural disparity. This is Behind Our Fashion, an intimate look into the other side of the story.
Because when it comes down to it, my 2017 self has a lot to answer for. Here's the story of how she's making it into 2018. Warning: You may just find yourself asking similar questions.
I’m not sure that I know how to vacate. I am so well acquainted with this competition: it’s called how many things can I possibly do in 12 hours. And the prize is satisfaction. For me, the concept of relaxing – of (god forbid) giving up the pursuit – is a foreign one. It can even be, to an extent, unappealing. Weeks before my holiday, I conversed with Steve from Web Media Fiji. “Before we organise anything, how’s your plan looking so far?”, he asked. I responded that there was no plan. By all means, I said, I’d…
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.…