We all had that friend in school. The friend who you did everything with. That you felt really understood you. You’d have sleepovers most weekends, competitions of who could fit the most chocolates in their mouth, play dress ups, put music on and dance around the room for hours, laugh until you cried about the silliest things and the only time boys would come up is if you were talking about how gross they were and how they’ll never be as important as you are to each other… If you’re lucky - you still have them. But if you’re like most of us, something happened. You drifted. Maybe you made new friends, someone moved away, started working in a new job, someone got in a relationship, someone changed - maybe you both did.. Because life does that kind of thing. Over, and over and over again. And for some reason, we let it.Read More
If you’re reading this letter you’ve just reached home. But before you unpack your bags and settle back into the business of ‘normal life’, I want to take some time to write down a few things about our time together just to make sure we never forget.Read More
As a child we're encouraged to explore the inner depths of our mind - what makes us excited, curious, sad? There are no expectations, no rules.. By the time we are taught to read and write, societal conditioning has only just brushed its fingertips upon our minds to begin its moulding. But it hasn't taken over.. Not yet. We are allowed a brief moment (some more than others) to play, adventure. To question - what truly makes us happy?Read More
In February, 2018 it was the night before boarding my plane home from Japan when I was awoken by an incredible pain in my stomach. After having spent the last four days folded at the hips, convinced that I was just enduring ‘normal’ menstrual pain (something that I had become almost accustomed to as a way of life).. It finally became too much and we rushed to the hospital. It couldn’t have been an hour before I was visited at my bed - mid screams and howls - by a nurse who spoke broken English with a diagram of the female reproductive organs in front of me, pointing ‘we need to operate’.Read More
Few things can express how indescribably happy it makes me to sit on the ground and paint my little heart out for hours on end.. Getting lost in the music, the way the colours dance together, the way my mind wonders off and opens up and suddenly my fingertips are just a portal for the depths of my mind to come to life.. Nothing matters. But at the same time, everything does. That's all art has ever meant to me, that's all it's ever meant to be.Read More
Some love enters your life by the tug of a hand, ready to test and challenge every part of your notion just to raise and grow you. Some love arrives on a grateful whisper, content with floating calmly downstream beside you. Others grip you firmly by the shoulders and shake you! While some follows you quietly, planting flowers in your footsteps.. Some love warmly breathes into your ear and completely fills you to a point where you feel you could explode.. And sometimes you do.Read More
It’s been just over four months since I began my journey as the Environmental Systems Engineer at Outland Denim. I’ve been so enthralled in my role I’ve barely had time to talk about it, but with our recent trip to Cambodia I thought it the perfect opportunity to start… From the start.Read More
Conscious vs Sustainable?
To sum this up - there is no possible way in the western world that we are able to live sustainably. To live sustainably would mean to live in complete balance - everything that comes in equals what goes out - and around and around it goes. This is not only incredibly intimidating but unrealistic in the western world. This is why I use the term conscious. When I say this, I mean to actively think about the choices you make in your every day life to reduce the impact we have on the world around us. Think of this mentality like a vine - weaving through your mind in all aspects of your life - the food you eat, the products you use, the way you carry yourself. Conscious living is very realistic, and is something each one of us can start and better at today.
I’ve been moving for as long as I can remember. Countries, cities, towns. Almost comfortable with a constant flux of change - well, the idea of it anyway. I don’t think anyone can become settled with never quite knowing where to call home. By the time I was 20 I’d lived in equally as many houses, maybe more - each one with a story.Read More