Girl, You Can Tell Everybody...

"I'm not feeling it yet!" she said, downing another skittle bomb shot.
"Drink more" I said.
and then it hit her.

There's always that one friend in your life, that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt, you'll be nursing and reminiscing and generally being crazily familiar with well into your golden years.  That friend is this blonde bombshell.   For all intense and purposes, I call her Hazel Nut.

We see each other twice a year if we're lucky because she lives in Melbourne and I live down here, but when we're together, no time has passed between us.  And such was the case when she came down this weekend and we hit the town and made fools of ourselves.


She's the kind of friend I can stand semi nude in front of the mirror with, mascara wand in hand, lingerie in the other, and get lost in a plethora of deep thoughts and silly stories while she yells at me because I haven't curled her hair, the right way.


She's my fifty shades of familiar.

Walk A Mile In These Louboutins

Yesterday looked a little something like this.  After a crazy shift at work, I woke up drearily at 9am to a phonecall from my excited photographer, Alberto.

"Are you free in an hour?"
I was showered, dressed and groomed within 20 minutes and on the road in the hour.
We shot at my favourite studio and it began as a glamour shoot.  Kiki in her Louboutins, me running around barefoot, one arm through a long chiffon dress, a glimpse of my red laced bra...

During the shoot, I'd spied a sort of hessian material which I thought would make an awesome prop.
"Can we shoot in this?" I asked.
Ten pairs of eyes turned to me.
"How?"
"Kiki and I can get inside it and show a little skin. It'll be a bit sensual, but nothing overly risque..."

Well, sufficed to say - the raw, honest, vulnerable images of two vastly different girls wrapped in a hessian type sack, were stunning and are being submitted internationally as I type.

I can't wait! xoxo

Love...or something like it.

Love.  What does it even mean anymore? Nothing.
 Sex? Just another commodity.
Relationships? Irreplaceable.
Commitment? Temporary.


We live in a materialist world where almost everything can be bought. We strive for our careers, our success, but do we ever strive to find someone we can be completely real with? Someone who isn't replaceable. We get caught up in the glamour of games, unattainable people, fabricated flings, lust, desire, temporary euphoria. We're afraid to let our concepts go. Afraid of being hurt. Afraid of being...human.

Can you remember your first kiss?  your first love affair? your first relationship? the first time someone made you feel genuinely alive with happiness? What's changed?


Our ability to love is what distinguishes us from anything else in this vast universe.  Our ability to see a whole world encapsulated in someone else's smile. Our ability to bond and care and nurture. Our ability to feel and express emotions, so complex, they cannot be described. Our ability to hold another person and be happy to live out the rest of your lives together.

The moment we stop remembering to fall in love, is the time when living becomes simply existing.


XOXO