“Adulting” Hack: It’s okay to grow
Growing up is harder than imagined. But not necessarily for the reasons they tell you. Let's talk about the most confronting lesson of so-called "adulthood": changing in the eyes of the people who don't wish to see it.
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…
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…
My Greatest Fear
I have come, perhaps with the age of false indestructibility, to fear little. In fact – and I don’t mean to begin on such a bleak note – I barely fear death. Sure, to fathom the pain scares me. The idea that I will not complete all I hope to – this is scary. The actual concept of no longer existing, however, doesn’t panic me. If such is the way of life, then I am accepting. It is out-with my control, and thus I needn’t dwell. I’d rather live instead. I don’t hesitate when I step onto a plane for…
5 things you should know about
1. Melie’s Kitchen I remember when I was five and ‘cake time’ was a regularity, even an expectation of birthday parties. A fan or not, we all anticipated the moment for what it entailed. This, of course, was a multitude of things. In addition to a birthday wish, granted was permission for guests to a) leave, b) dive into the more appealing sausage rolls and fairy bread, or c) eat a slice so sizeable that on any other occasion, it would call for judgement. At about 11 years old, the cake tradition died out. It was for the best, too. Cakes…
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…
The Four Voices of NZFW: What They Do and Don’t Say
NZFW attracts a diverse range of clientele: there are the media crew (those who represent various magazines, online websites or their own blogs), the somebodies (ranging from dated TV presenters to successful photographers), the well-acquainted (those who have attended five times on the back of their friendship with a well-established designer), and finally, the first timers (those who have been invited to just one show courtesy of a friend, family or a winning ticket). In that the range of people is so varying, you don’t meet the snobby without bumping into the uncomfortable, hear the ponce without first basking in the…
NZFW DAY TWO // LESSONS I’VE LEARNT
Since Day One of NZFW, we’ve been learning things, and these things have not been limited to the nature of Autumn/Winter collections 2017. I’m talking how to balance your coffee between two laptops and two cameras, how to make a half hour journey fit into ten minutes, and how to shoot in the same time frame. Needless to say, it’s been hectic, and the lessons are ongoing. Here’s where we’re at so far. 1. Respect the schedule. I hinted at this slightly in Back To Blak, my first post of NZFW. What ought to be noted is that while recognising…
Back to Blak
There are about 10 things that irritate me in this world, and 9 of them can be linked to my brother. Despite his varying talents, organisation has not been – and I imagine never will be – a strong point. We’ve been gearing for this day (the opening of NZFW 2016) for several weeks now: contacting back and forth between Auckland and Wellington, prepping gear, organising outfits, finalising collaborations, flights and schedules. For an instant, all seemed to be flawless. In fact, as far as my brother and I go as a combination, the way things were so effortlessly laying…
All or Nothing: What Would a Sane Person Do?
A couple of weeks back, I realised the way in which we take strength for granted. Unwell, I found myself bedridden for about a week. For all the times it has been rare in my life, I voiced an indefinite and unwavering no to all that was offered outside the vicinity of my room. It was potentially the first time I, alone, had to take a stand – and against myself. It had not come instinctively either. In fact, sitting in student health, I informed my worried friend I’d be at work the next day. She asked me to consider…