Looking Back (2)

In which I share some of my visual journal entries from our unforgettable trip to Cambodia...

This has to be one of the most amazing places on Earth.

Swellington

(You know, because Wellington is swell...)

Whenever I visit our capital city I feel at home, despite never having actually lived there.  It's one of those places where you feel at ease in your own skin, comfortable to wear what you want, walk at a leisurely pace, stop and take a few snaps and admire the harbour views and plethora of art installations.  I don't feel hurried along in Wellington, like I do in so many other cities; I don't feel as self conscious.  And because I've never lived there, there is a kind of pleasant freedom in anonymity.

Our holiday consisted of down time with family, museum visits, cheap curries at Satay Kingdom, a comedy show, a short film viewing, a night at Havana with sweet, sweet music, country & folk with Eb & Sparrow, John the Baptist and The Unfaithful Ways at Bodega, incredible pizza in a magical log cabin in the middle of nowhere (fairy lights and cider included), a trip along the Wairarapa coast, a few games of pool, and catch ups with friends.  

In short, it looked like this:

(Note: me and the Monsta being cheesy tourists / Lord of the Rings fans/ shamelessly plugging New Zealand. It had to be done...)

Until we meet again, fair city...

Looking Back (1)

I haven't forgotten you.
Kraków (circa 2009).

Flotsam, Jetsam

Pictures from a Southern road trip.

It's good to be home.

Street Statements

Taking it to the street.

1. Barcelona
2. Paris
3. Amsterdam
4. Berlin
5. Melbourne
6. Granada
7. Oxford
8. London

xo

Oh To Be Back...

It's Glastonbury time in the UK (much to my dismay).  The four days I spent at Glastonbury back in 2009 were amongst the best in my life.  If only I could live there, in that crazy mixed up circus of awesomeness, with tripsters and teepees, mud and music, sun and strangers, and dancing in the dark (literally.  Bruce Springsteen played.  Epic.  And Neil Young? Don't get me started - dream come true.)  Apparently the powers that be are putting the festival on hold for 2012, due to Britain's Olympics Extravaganza.  So...2013 anyone?  I'm SO keen... Here are a few snaps I dug out of the vault (read: hard drive in dire need of organisation) to aid in my moments of reminiscence...

Time of my life.

Other Autumns Ago

I miss London.  Alot.  Anyone who knows me well, knows how much that place got under my skin and into my heart.  In my moments of melancholy and nostalgia, I delve into my photographs, that I might, for a moment, be transported back, to other Autumns...

Oh London.  How I love you.  Until we meet again, my friend...