Thursday, 28 April 2016


Nothing quite beats a good soak. It can cure even the worst of moods/hair days/spots.
You name it, for me a bath fixes it.

Now, I thought that sadly I was going to be moving out of bath season but no, the English weather system seems to have gone mad. April?!
Guess I'll cherish my baths for a little longer.
More inspo after the jump

Thursday, 21 April 2016


                      A pastel horizon.
A solitary dancer.
              Graceful. Elegant.
Filling the space.
                  Floating in a pipe dream.
Arm reaching up
to grasp
the invisible, silent

His body creating shapes


Shot by James Wright

See the rest of the breathtaking shoot after the jump.

Friday, 15 April 2016


So it's raining. It no longer feels spring-like as it did earlier in the week. In fact it's grey, drizzly but humid and frizz-making.

But you know what, spring felt so goooood, didn't it?! For that brief moment of blinding sunshine, I turned my face to the sun, channeled my inner sunflower and felt revitalised.

That probably had something to do with the fact that I spent the majority of the week wandering round the idyllic English countryside chatting to strawberry farmers and complimenting them on their bee populations and their plethora of flowering plants. (Research, of course. Essential research.)

There's nothing like hanging out with thousands of bees to cure those winter blues.

Alas it was not to last. Waking up to the unmistakable pitter patter of rain drops on my window this morning confirmed my fear as my heart sank.

Maybe spring wasn't here to stay? It was only passing through to be replaced with irregular April showers that make you curse your choice of suede footwear.

Or maybe not. My trusty weather app has informed me that the sun will appear, however briefly, at some point on Sunday. SUNDAY?!?!?

Until then, I will retire underneath layers of clothing, broken umbrella in tow.

But I'm still not going to take my sunglasses out of my bag.

Pics iPhone6

Monday, 4 April 2016


Just seeking some wisdom from Mr Bowie on this Monday evening as I head into a week of final exams at school.
Two tomorrow and two on Thursday. 

Crazy to think 6 months is already up and as of next week I will officially join the unemployed ranks of twenty-somethings in London all struggling to find a job/get shit together/feed themselves.

I'm trying not to think about it really as it seems to be a rather daunting few months ahead.

But as Bowie so wisely pointed out,

I don't know where I'm going from here,
but I promise it won't be boring.