The UK is small, tiny when you really think about it. It’s just some floating rock crawling with people all fighting for their own bit of space and I don’t just mean London, it feels like everywhere you go it is all hustle and bustle, weaving in and out of crowds on sidewalks, pushing past people in bars, and cramming…
I can’t keep up. Literally, where has Autumn gone? December is here and still the leaves are falling to the ground. It seem just like yesterday (end of September), I was packing a bag and trekking through the Scottish highlands looking for Autumnal settings filed with toasty foliage and the crunch of dried bracken underfoot – I even dressed for…
Rituals, routines, traditions – whatever you want to call the tiny series of repetitive actions we do everyday, there is no denying that they shape not just our lives but also our personalities. Any rite of passage, holiday, or even beauty regime is moulded by our own personal attributes. I have my own ritualistic behaviour, – yearly trips to the…
I found the light. And I think I found it just at the right time. I’m not talking about brightness, religion or epiphanies, I’m talking about weight. Fabric weights to be precise. In our society, it seems we are obsessed with weight. Anything heavy seems to be associated with negativity and problems whereas light seems to conjure up thoughts of…
They say you are what you wear. If our attire defines who we are then I guess that means I must be London. By that I don’t mean the citizens of London, they are too much of an eclectic mix to reflect, it would just end up looking like a blur of colour and shapes without any constraint. But my…
