When is it okay to shut off?
Lately, I've been inclined to re-think my mindset around productivity and the glorified "hustle": it turns out all work and no sleep isn't all it's set out to be.
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Let’s Talk About The Edit.
SEEN AND LIKED: A HUMBLE MOMENT AT NZFW.
NZFW Day 3 // So is it all that glamorous?
5 things I WISH I did to combat stress.
You’ll notice that this post is not titled “5 things I do to combat stress” — and quite purposely so. It's a work in progress -- the whole "dealing with stress" and "not pushing people away" thing. Why not join me in the endeavour this Winter?
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IT’S NOT JANUARY 1ST.. AND THINGS ARE CHANGING.
School days are over: it’s cool to be kind.
“There’s a lot I don’t relate to about fashion.”
MBFW DAY TWO // 3.30am Wake-Ups, Nip-Slips and Anna Quan.
The post where I admit that nip slips now feel normal; that Anna Quan is a master of the contemporary woman, and finally, that 3.30am is just far too early to function.
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5 ways I’m looking after myself this Spring.
NZFW // Parties, Problems & Pick-Me-Ups.
Breakfast at Knuefermann’s
Unhappiness: Is it Sam Smith’s fault?
The other day I was listening to Sam Smith’s, “Too Good at Good Byes”, and weird as it sounds, placing myself in his heartbreak. Ironically, all my relationships have ended somewhat amicably, and even more importantly, I’m in a happy one at the present. It made me wonder: why did it feel so good to pretend I knew Smith’s pain? Was it the gospel choir that chimes in mid-way? Or something much deeper than this? I know what you’re thinking: what’s deeper than a gospel choir, right? Well, it turns out there is one such thing. Another…
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I wore track pants to NZFW. Here’s why it matters.
World of Fashion (not so Fashion-y)
The Four Voices of NZFW: What They Do and Don’t Say
Done with the To-Do.
Well, well, well. By all means, it has been a while. I’m not going to apologise for when I leave writing for yet another month, it’ll only feel redundant. I will say this: it hasn’t been a choice thing. I miss my little baby. I don’t know if you’ve noticed or remember, but I did a whole make-over session and then disappeared (apart from on Instagram, which oddly, I always seem to find time to prioritise). It was like a Gok series, except I never walked a naked catwalk because I grew too busy and forgot that my wardrobe…
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Let’s Talk About The Edit.
Redefining Success: The Dress Edit
Old Friends // Summer ’15/16 Lookbook
