• Fashion,  Travel

    The other side

    As perfect as it is, in Fiji, there are two sides to the sun. My brother, sister and I planned from the beginning to acknowledge both. We refused to stay oblivious,  ignorant even, tanning on the luxurious side, when people were sweltering in the heat of a much harsher sun just a mile down. Even if the beam would strain our  eyes, we were determined to open them as wide as we could. It’s the easiest thing in the world to become accustomed to the poolside. We felt to really know Fiji,  we had to go further than the beach-front. …

  • Travel

    Golden

    Wearing: Bikini (Tigerlily), Elephant necklace (Whitianga Markets), bracelet (Redcurrent) It’s funny to think that the tropical places we search up on google during maths do genuinely exist. It’s even funnier to find out they look as good as they claim to,  if not more idyllic and wonderful in person. It gets less funny on the flight back home, hearing the last ‘bula’ or receiving a final Fijian smile. In these moments,  normality has never and will never appear more harsh. The step back into it, never more forced. In it’s bleakness, it felt simply unwelcome. Reality arrived on my  doorstep,…

  • Travel

    Music for a Silent House // Fiji Feels

    It’s been long awaited but it’s finally here! As of this afternoon, I’ll be on the plane to Fiji. For the past two weeks, I don’t think I’ve gone outside with less than three layers on. Unless I’ve been lazy, and gone for two – a decision I secretly know I’ll regret, yet somehow something I still do. New Zealand – or it’s weather – has me well and truly ready for hitting the deck-chairs in paradise. Speaking of hits, here are a few sounds that have been ones with me lately. Of course, Estère Dalton makes an appearance (after The Capital, I’m obsessed), and well, Ray Charles is also a given (for…

  • Lifestyle,  Travel

    To Do: Wellington

    Here’s two things you should know about me. 1, I’m almost never daring with food. And 2, I’m not big on fish. Oh and I’m also stubborn.  So if you throw salmon on my plate and tell me it’s going to be good, I’m probably not going to believe you.  Last Wednesday night, I ventured out of the rain, the 6pm traffic, and away from all things school, to The Capital, a pop-up city in Silo Park. Here, my brother and I spent the evening celebrating the best restaurants and bars of Wellington. Or rather, discovering the flavours we never realised…