Recently I was lucky enough to travel to HK and the UK for work. Typically even though it was a work trip, I couldn’t help but document it all.
Much to the dismay and embarrassment of my work colleagues, who really should be used to it by now, I took to the streets like a full blown tourist, camera strapped to my neck and throwing out peace signs where ever I could.
It’s amazing how awkward people get when you pull a camera out. It’s like the biggest taboo and screams TOURIST. But news flash, HELLO, I am a tourist. I’m in a country that’s not my home and I want to document it. Crazy notion right?
Also being in a relationship with a photographer you kind of have to get used to having a camera out a lot and spending WAY longer in one place than a normal person. Hours are spent timelapsing on a rooftop in Manhattan’s Lower East Side capturing the sunset or sitting on the concrete when it’s 5 degrees looking at San Fran’s Golden Gate Bridge for way longer than you really need to, you’re cold, tired, you’ve just driven all day up the Highway 1 and you just want a god damn PHO…
Freezing cold evenings or uncomfortably hot days aside, after all is said and done, it will be helpful when the Alzheimers sets in.
THAT ONE TIME IN SAN FRAN
Flashback to 1 year, 1 month and 1 day at 2:24pm : Girl starts blog about fashion and food and spends some time writing posts that no one will ever read.
Flash forward to present day : Girl has blog about fashion and food with over 10,000 followers and wants to pull a Sally Fields Oscar moment and yell ” You like me, you really like me!!!!”
When I started my blog a little over a year ago I didn’t think anyone would be even remotely interested in reading my random, ramblings apart from my friends and family who it would be repeatedly forced upon through annoying Facebook updates.
Instead I’ve somehow ended up with willing followers, who I can harass with my thoughts as much as I want. Rookie mistake people.
But for reals, blogging has become an amazing outlet for me and knowing you guys are actually reading what I’m writing and responding to it, makes it super rewarding and fulfilling.
In other words…
So I’m completely brain dead, slightly jet lagged and really cold right this minute. Writing a blogpost probably isn’t the greatest idea, but if I wait for a moment when my brain is at full capacity, we could be waiting awhile.
Instead, I’m going to leave you with some thought provoking photos of me looking wistfully over Luna Park. While it may look like I’m deep in thought and reflection, what I’m really thinking is “I’m so cold… I wonder if they have hotdogs down there?”
And with that I leave you with a quote from Parks and Rec. Why? Because nothing else in this blog posts makes any sense that’s why.
“Zerts are what I call desserts. Tray-trays are entrées. I call sandwiches ‘sammies,’ ‘sandoozles,’ or ‘Adam Sandlers.’ Air conditioners are ‘cool blasterz.’ I call cakes ‘big ol’ cookies.’ I call noodles ‘long-ass rice.’ Fried chicken is ‘fry-fry chicky-chick.’ Chicken parm is ‘chicky-chicky-parm-parm.’ Chicken cacciatore? ‘Chicky-cach.’ I call eggs ‘pre-birds,’ or ‘future birds.’ Root beer is ‘super water.’ Tortillas are ‘bean blankets.’ And I call forks ‘food rakes.” – Tom Haverford
Lately I’ve been spending almost every spare minute of the day and night where I’m not working, either on the couch or in bed with the blinds drawn in partial darkness. Although it sounds like it, I haven’t developed a chronic illness.
I’m just super busy working late and weekends which means that for the 10% of my week where I’m not working, my brain is also not working and I’m allowed to be a lazy, couch sitting, pizza wearing, pyjama eating slob. Wait did I say that right?
That means that unfortunately my time spent in and around the blogosphere has become a bit more erratic than it used to. Quality over quantity right? Or at least above average.
That’s what I’m telling myself anyway. Either that or you’d be getting outfit of the day posts of all the track pants I own…
And they’re not the fashion type.
Last weekend I was lucky enough to be invited to the Sydney Cat Cafe pop up – Kitten edition. I basically spent my Saturday morning in a room full of kittens, so pretty much the best Saturday of the year so far.
With Cat cafes popping up all over the globe, it was only logical that Sydney would be hot on this paw-esome idea, with a couple of cat cafes already in the works, what would be more purr-fect than a pop up Kitten Cafe right? You don’t need to purr-suade me. These puns are getting paw-ful. OK I’m done.
So who do we have to thank for bringing this furry cafe to life? Meet Veronica Morland, the mastermind behind Sydney Cat Cafe. Veronica has a dream. That dream is to bring fuzziness, cuteness, happiness and rainbows to Sydney, as well as a permanent cat cafe. The cafe will be home to a number of rescue cats where they will comfortably live and sleep. But it doesn’t stop there, Veronica’s bigger picture is to hopefully find permanent, loveable homes for her feline friends. Patrons of the cafe can adopt the cats, only of course after thorough interviews and home checks. She is adamant that the best interests of the cats will always be at the top of her priority list. This includes ensuring that any future homes will be the most suitable environments for them to be lazy couch potatoes, as they slowly transform their owners into their personal slaves.
Every good business idea needs some buzz so between the 14th – 17th of May, Veronica decided to host a pop up kitten cafe at the William St Gallery in Paddington. Her guests of honour were a number of tiny 4 legged friends from Maggie’s Rescue. At the same time, she launched a Kickstarter campaign to raise funds to help turn her idea into reality. The kitten pop up was a hit, selling out super fast, with cat enthusiasts losing their mind over the idea of spending 30 minutes in a room full of kittens. Needless to say I was pretty excited to get an email inviting me to join in on the fun.
I turned up on Saturday, excited and over stimulated like a cat on catnip. Small groups of no more than 15 people were allowed in for 30 minutes of play time, allowing everyone to get a cuddle, whilst not overwhelming the kittens. Soft plush beds were positioned around the room, while scratching posts fit for cat kings were primed for climbing and general lazing about.
Before I knew it 30 minutes was up and all the kittens were rounded back up into their beds to await the next group of 15 people, eagerly waiting outside. Needless to say, I left with a smile on my face, a bounce in my step, kitten hair all over my clothes and only the slightest allergic reaction.
Check out the Sydney Cat Cafe Kickstarter and back this awesome cause. Give rescue cats a chance, get a cool new cafe opened and get some cool stuff in return. Everybody wins. Veronica Morland is on a self proclaimed path to becoming head Crazy Cat Lady, so let’s not stand in the way of her true calling in life.
Crazy Cat Ladies unite.
Sydney Cat Cafe Kickstarter – www.kickstarter.com/projects/992136329/sydney-cat-cafe
Maggies Rescue – www.maggiesrescue.org
Kitten flower crowns made by – www.kindredfloral.com.au
Whether it’s couture, high end or high street, wherever you look, the 70’s trend is well and truly alive and here to stay. Yeap, they’re Ah ha ha ha stayin’ alive.
See what I did there.
You might be scared to take your first bellbottomed step into the flared universe and rightly so. This is one area that can go horribly, horribly wrong. Finding the right proportion is difficult, especially if you’re vertically challenged like me. A more high waisted fit will help elongate you while heels will be a necessity, which makes them not the most practical of jeans, but still a silhouette that can earn it’s place in your denim rotation.
They may not be everyone’s disco ticket, but they’re a good alternative shape, maybe a bench player that only really gets play time when the favourites need a break.
Your skinny jeans have been good to you, they’ve been there for every wardrobe emergency, indecisive outfit moment and the after thought of your outfit on more than one occasion. They’re tired, so give them a break and put a little flare into your life!
Boho Peasant Top by Zen Garden / Isabel Marant Cowboy Boots
Who’s ever hitchhiked before? It seems like a terrifyingly stupid ting to do, getting in a car with a stranger who’s willing to pick up another stranger.
While the sensible grown up in me says, why on Earth would you even entertain the idea, the rest of my brain (the majority of it) romanticises it as the stuff carefree road trip, self discovery movies are made of. To be fair it also has all the makings of a pretty hairy horror movie.
It must be the boots, because as soon I put them on I want to hitchhike from Virgina to Texas, ride a mechanical bull, drink Whiskey and eat a lot of smokey Southern BBQ.
Or it’s not the boots and I actually just want to do all those things.
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