Showing posts with label favourite. Show all posts
Showing posts with label favourite. Show all posts

Found







Sally // Stella Mccartney // Paola Petrobelli // Natalia Vodianova

I have been searching for something this week. The most memorable thing I have found was Emma Hardy's most perfect photographs. 

"Emma Hardy is well practiced in capturing the nuances of our everyday performances. Her images reflect an often unnoticed drama behind the scenesEmma finds inspiration in the chaos and unexpected beauty of life, the less seen moments in between, for each commercial client she challenges herself to bring her sense of authenticity to a necessarily constructed commercial brief, “I photograph with my heart engaged, and however manufactured an instance in photography, the test is to bring soul into commerce”.
Describing her aesthetic as raw but tender, Hardy finds beauty in imperfection, and polish in the detail of every day life. And through her lens, the most ordinary of moments appears steeped in romance and intrigue, as if her subjects are characters in a movie playing in her head."

If that's not the most perfect artist bio I've read well...yeah. 

Photos: Emma Hardy represented by East Photographic


HRY LOVE



















I know this girl. She's one of my only friends I can eat cake with mid afternoon, midweek and not feel as though I'm a fraud at life. She knows the freelance life. She lives it too.
We like to dream a lot. We talk way more than we do. We have many half formed ideas sitting and weaving their way through our conversations. The ideal home, job, child, cake, meal, day, wardrobe, holiday, packing list, kitchen, life - they've all been covered that more than a few times, always growing and refining themselves as #thedream each time they are spoken out. 
We're as bad as one another at going all the way with action plans. 
We like to sit, find comfy places to settle in. We've gotten really good at that. We like things to be honest.
We admire glamorous women, but really, would always go for whoever was laughing the loudest and wearing flats with their hair not quite done.   
We crave simplicity and get seriously blissed out at brief moments of experiencing it...driving out of the city, staring at the ocean, early mornings, sitting & sharing around a table, BABIES, love, a great novel, crisp air. 
We love love. Actually, we need to talk about this more. 
We are learning to value our skills. When they undervalue her work I'm always dying to send an eff yourselves email to who ever is responsible. Instead we bitch about it and drink some tea and eat cake. We're ladies after all. 
All the love heart eye emojis for you HRY. When I'm not so sleepy I'll tell you some more. xxx

Photos: various taken from Capture The Castle by Hannah Rose Yee 

earth wind fire









Doutzen Kroes by Paul Bellaart for Vogue Nederlands // stylist Jette Van Lexmond makeup Mo Karadag

THIS is how it's done.

Doutzen and her accessible yet unattainable beauty. The elements so softly played out. Warm, creamy tones. Raw and delicate. Moments so carefully crafted then set free. 

My dream editorial.

Photos: Paul Bellaart

Reconsider







Ideas for a destination wedding had pushed to the wayside until this. No words. 

The most beautiful bride I think I've ever seen...they call her Pineapple Princess. Reconvinced on a veil and perhaps even a white bikini as appropriate for my proposed beachside soiree?  

Photos: Marloes Horst by Rene Habermacher for Vogue Japan Wedding Special 



Living it















I stop, close the doors so I can't hear the bloody TV in the next room, breathe out, let my shoulders drop and start scrolling through page after page...after page...of my newest (online) love. The further into the archives I dig the more I get lost in the photos and words and dreams that are passing me by with every new click and scroll. 
Rohan lives in an old school house (not like 'kickin' it old-school' old school, more like an actual house that belonged to a school some amount of time ago) with a 'useful garden' and a life that seems to revolve around food - and the growing, planting, hunting, gathering that goes with it when you are sustainably and ethically minded - along with some nice trees, mushrooms, kids and well, I guess photography and the interwebs when I consider for a second how exactly I know all of this about his life. The photos he takes are nek level!! Inviting, perfectly balanced (in every sense of the word) and truly make my insides warm as I sense the care and peace that surrounds them. Yes, yes I realise living in the forest doesn't make you a zenned out green space fairy but it sure as heck helps.

I get the feeling Whole Larder Love has more of an empire than I realise with a book coming out soon and an ABC Cooking Series link on the blog (which I must check out) but I really truly don't think that changes the way he, nor I, look at it. 

My mind is now wandering down paths of it's own where I see myself migrating north after a short and succesful spurt of financially sustaining work, to buy a nice piece of empty land where I will live simply, breathe, nest and create whatever it may be with my love. 

I think it's time for bed. 

x






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