Was back in New Zealand for a month and had to go back to the place where my journey started in nz as a child. The place I call my third home. Browns Bay. There is something about it. As a child I use to sit by the skate park watching the older kids skate up and down mesmerized by their fearlessness. Now I am sitting here watching the kids I grew up with skating and the younger generation looking at them in admiration. It is almost as if I stepped back 10 years in time. It makes me glad thought to see how things never really will change here in Browns Bay just time will.
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
2012 the year I celebrated my eighteenth birthday, found love lost love had said goodbye to my high school friends. The end of an era came to a close with my last days in New Zealand. Some may call it home, but what is home really a place to rest your head? A closed chapter yes, but not the end. December 27th marked my first day in the beautiful city of Sydney. It was love at first sight the beauty if this city surprises me every day. It is the first time in 11 years I have felt at home.
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Friday, 2 March 2012
After one whole month my brother has returned from Thailand! With all the gifts he brought back my favorite is the amazing pants that I am currently wearing as a jumpsuit. They are so versatile. I can't wait to experience Thailand for myself. All the photos he has been showing us makes me jelly ;)
Monday, 27 February 2012
Thursday, 23 February 2012
The lovely Erin Wasson is one of the biggest style icons in my life. Her style is tomboy with a mix of grunge and a touch of chicness is oh so perfect. I have no idea how she makes her look look so effortless, but yet so amazing. Do not even get me started on that hair! Ahh
So a few days ago I went out for lunch on K Rd with a few friends, where I swear I saw the love of my life. The boy sat two tables from us, his attire not the usual of a young adult male. Piercing in the ear. Ring in the nose. Hair shaved completely away on the sides, with hair falling loosely on top. His clothing pieces look as if he just walked out of a Versace campaign, with a heavily print buttoned up top and ankle length printed pants. He wore a short chained neckless and his shoes were sky high creepers. To top it all off his body covered in just the right amount of tattoos. Not to tacky and not to fake. How could this boy be so utterly perfect, his amazing bone structure captured by the shadows and sunlight that the buildings cast. I wonder deep down inside if I will ever have the pleasure of running into this kid and when I do lets hope he swings for the straight team (;