A Week In Colour.

 Scripts + screen tests + decaf soy lattes at Three Williams // People watching + The complete and utter chaos that is Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Australia // Sneaky, mid-week gold class screening of The Grand Budapest Hotel...Wes Anderson and Bill Murray (despite you, my dear man, not making a large appearance in this film), shall both have pieces of my heart forever // Post-film treats by the iced confectionary wizards at Gelato Messina // Squinty street style snaps from this morning at MBFWA by Caroline McCredie + wearing what I call the 'High On A Hill With A Lonely Goat' dress by Alice McCall + vintage clutch + Georgini Jewellery around my neck and elegantly circling my middle finger + a sneak peek at a pair of pinstripe Daniel Avakian shorts that I adore // I'm sleepy...and cold...and am suffering from my-room-is-too-messy-to-clean syndrome // Let the fashion week madness continue...



Sepia Toned Loving

“If we know exactly where we're going, exactly how to get there, and exactly what we'll see along the way, we won't learn anything. ” ― M. Scott Peck

Left Bower

I don't cafe rotate very often. In fact, these days, I rarely do it at all. I find my 'spot' and it stays my spot until it stops being awesome, gets infiltrated by hipsters, or I just get sick of the menu...That generally takes a devilishly long time, by the way. I'm a creature of habit.

This morning I give to you, Left Bower. Tucked away in a side street of the ultra chic (*cough) Sutherland, lies this little gem of mismatched, organic, caravan-y goodness. No seriously, it's kitted out with decor that has legitimately been thieved from unsuspecting travelers holidaying in caravans (*that bit may or may not be true). On the shelves you'll find weathered scrabble sets (ready to be played over a big pot of tea and home made cake), picnic rugs, fiddle sticks, jars of marbles and little sets of your Nanna's favourite cups and saucers. Kitsch without being tacky and making my eyeballs hurt.

On the (seasonal) menu you'll find delights such as 'Green Eggs & Ham' - a heavenly little stack of sourdough toast, award winning shaved leg ham, smashed eggs, aioli, warrigal greens, vintage cheddar and a drizzle of pesto; 'Avocado mole´' - house made cornbread with the most amazing beans, fried eggs, a whole avocado and a smattering of greenery, freshened up with lime juice and herbs; 'Salad' - poached chicken breast with chicory, pea tendrils, grapefruit segments, and other delicious bits and pieces I can't quite remember. The list goes on, but you get the drift - it's all really really good. I believe most of the produce is also organic and locally sourced. Love that!

The cawffee is excellent and the beans are Australian-grown, which I very much appreciate, though I must admit I only go there to drink the chai. It's a fragrant tea blend with whole cardamon pods scattered throughout that I take piping hot and brewed with soy milk. Heaven. Someone behind the counter always has a chuckle as they exclaim that I'm ingesting "the most expensive drink on the menu!".

I feel at home every time I walk into Left Bower, which is everything I want in a cafe and more. You could sit there for three hours with a book and no one would give you shifty eyes from behind the counter. Be warned though, they may offer you a hefty slice of cream cheese-frosted cake...and refusing that my friends, can get very difficult.


Left Bower
3, 45 East Parade 
Mon-Fri: 5:15am-4pm
Sat: 7am-3pm 
Sun: 8am-2pm

Silver Screen.


Like every other little girl, I grew up wishing upon a star, wanting to be where the people are and walking with handsome (animated) men once upon a dream. Ahh yes, the sweet life of a Disney Princess seemed so enticing. The golden curls, the well-suited chaps fending off dragons, fairy godmothers, pumpkin carriages and glass slippers were enough...that was until I discovered the real leading ladies that lit up those cinema screens. The porcelain-faced, ruby-lipped women who could sing, dance, act, laugh, cry and still look incredibly glamorous at the same time. Judy, Audrey, Ginger, Barbra, Grace and Debbie - these became the real heroines for me.

Almost twenty years on, I still fantasise daily about the moment I secure my breakout role in a Funny Girl equivalent. A film that brings back the class, the elegance, the romance and the thrill of those golden days. I imagine the pain of being sewn into my heavily beaded costumes, the wind in my hair as I drive a vintage Chevvy along the coast, the rush as my devastatingly handsome co-star spins me around a ballroom before snatching me away and madly kissing me in the fairy-lit gardens of his mansion, the relentless takes of singing and dancing over and over again, and I am happy...Truly, truly happy.

Until then, I will relish every moment I'm given permission to pretend I am more graceful, glamorous and charming than I actually am.

Here's something I prepared earlier...*cue orchestra and velvet curtains


Behind the scenes images by Rachel Kara @ Sweet Bird Of Youth; other sources unknown


The Sting Of Winter Is Far Behind.

Candles, cuddles, cups of tea, artsy films about cute kids and long soaks in deep baths...
That's my kind of winter. 


She Walks In Beauty.

She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
   Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
   Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
   But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
   A heart whose love is innocent!
- Lord Byron