Let's Get Lost

 Let's get lost. In a city that never sleeps.

Down streets we've never heard of before. With people who don't know our names.

Let's get lost, 30,000 feet high.
In clouds that look like fairy floss.
Where the air smells like freedom.



















Lets get lost, walking till the soles of our feet hurt, till sunrise becomes marmalade sunset and our hands are clammy from holding each other.

Lets get lost, in busy cafes, in tall coffees and honey dew. Burning our tongues cos it tastes so good.

Lets get lost in each other, when the darkness blankets over us and our limbs entangle awash with drowsy happiness.

Lets get lost.

Baby, let's get lost.

Little White Box

I shot in a little white box today.  Literally.
It was hilarious shooting with the lovely, Amy  because she's about three feet taller than me,
so we were all limbs and flailing arms.

It was also 9 degrees outside studio grounds as we were up in the country, so my footsies and nose were suffering too.

I'm wearing my lovable, ripped jeans and not a lot else and in the small diameter of four corners,
it feels pretty small.


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20 Facts About Me

1. I was born 3 weeks too early and had to be put

in an incubator...to cook. (joking) but as a result, I was a tiny four pound baby.

2. I'm Half Greek/Half Guyanese.

3. I first started writing stories at 5 and I haven't stopped since.

4. I involuntarily start crying in winter. My eyes just water uncontrollably in windy environments. It's so weird, and my dad suffers it too.

6. I considered being a professional actor before realising hairdressing and writing was my passion.

7. I write for Elite Daily.

8. My favorite fruit is watermelon.

9. I'm scared of the dark.

10. I'm OCD about being clean.

11. I wear a silver cross that I never take off.

12. I wish I had naturally wavy hair like my Mum.

13. I have two brothers.

14. I fell in love at 14.

15.  I've known my best friend since I was thirteen.

16. I'm only 5"3 and even my boss calls me 'little!'

17. I'm allergic to prawns.

18. I have a severe fear of flying.

19. I hate spicy food.

20. And last but not least, my name is derived from the word philosophy, meaning wisdom. :)

Dear 21 Year Old Me...

Dear 21 Year Old Me,

You made it.

You know how they say you're meant to have an epiphany on your 21st? Grow wings? become an elder? All that jazz?

Well, have you?

I think you have. 

I think you've come a long way

A long way from being a six year old queen bee, from colourful pencil shavings and having your hair pulled by nasty, naughty third grader boys. A long way from travelling back and forth from England to Australia. A long way from sitting alone on the first day of high school, wandering if your coffee complexion and frizzy hair will ever get you a seat with the 'popular girls' and whether you'll ever stop writing in recess break time to keep your thoughts from spilling out through your dreams.

A long way from a highschool romance that almost broke your heart, and the few affairs that followed that almost drove you mad, but taught you so many valuable lessons about your own self worth.

A long way from all the long nights spent working on your novel and the early mornings finishing hair exams and all the bottles of V energy and blueberry muffins you scoffed, struggling to keep awake long enough to get through the day and the frightening job trials with girls with perfectly styled blondes coifs of hair.

But most of all, you've come a long way from all the grief, hardship and hurdles that life brings and you've used all of it as a massive sandpit to grow and evolve in and ultimately, fall in love with life again.

You grew up.

Along with all the people, you love and cherish the most.

Your best friends, soulmates and the people that have watched you grow into the author, hair stylist model and beautiful human being that you've become.

 Love,

You xoxo




 
 

Beyond The Pale

If you like stories that are a little bad, a little naughty and a little forbidden...

Go and grab a copy of my new novel: Beyond The Pale.

Available for purchase and download on Amazon Kindle:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ID8UP10

IF YOU LIKED:

 Fifty Shades of Grey, Lolita, An Education.

Melbourne, Goodbyes & Pikachu Onesies

I know. It's embarrassing how long I've been MIA for.
A whole two months.

In these two months, so much has happened. I managed to get really ill and had to defer college for a semester so I decided I needed to escape my little, old town and fly off to Melbourne for a week, just to breathe in a different kind of air.

Melbourne for the record...is beautiful.
Revisiting the city again after a whole two years filled with me lost nostalgia.

It's bristling with these massive apartment blocks and skyscrapers and highways that never seem to end.
The city is stunningly busy and walking around is like stepping into a catalogue for the Aussie version of the upper east side.

Everyone is super friendly and super busy and super designer and everywhere you go, the atmosphere is filled with this busy enthusiasm and passion for...LIFE!

I had so much fun and learned so much about myself in the short time I was there, living with loved ones, staying up too late, exploring the city and driving down dark freeways at night, the wind caught in my hair, the music up loud, the memories etched in the stars.

Most importantly, I learned that, even in a city as busy as Melbourne, anywhere can be the loneliest place in the world if you have no one.

 It was really hard saying goodbye.

And on that note, I'll leave ya'll with the last photo I took before I left, inspired by a few too many Johnny Walkers and someone who will always hold a special place in my heart... ;)

Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue.

Below are a few sneek peeks of my dress and some of the highlights from our dear friends, Peggy and Peri's wedding ceremony.
It was very Greek, very white and very classically beautiful.
Opa!

New Year

Rhi and I welcomed in 2014 with cold fountains, hot cinnamon donuts, the feel of wet grass saturating our dresses and the loud, familiar bang of fireworks.

Every year brings with it remnants of the past and the exciting possibility of something new.
This year, I shed regrets from the years before and welcomed in something beautiful.
No expectations, no regrets, just the happy, cathartic feeling of letting go...

Happy 2014!