I was saying to a friend a few weeks ago that I was struggling to find inspiration to do my own thing. Where my camera used to live in the palm of my hand, it was now relegated to the depths of a backpack that only left the house for work… // A post about finding my joy and remembering my why, feat. some beautiful friends and sunset at Floreat Beach.

With roots across Asia, America and now, Europe, she’s had the chance to work across the globe and is a firm fixture at design events like Maison Objet in Paris and of course, Milan Design Week. She kindly took a break from scouring Design Week’s famous trade shows to show me around a few of her favourite exhibits.

Milan Design Week (aka Fuorisalone aka Salone del Mobile) is hands down the biggest event in the world celebrating all things Design. It’s a week that demands attention and draws the eye not only of discerning Milanese, but of anyone who works in creative fields across the world. This is where prominent Designers come to launch their new pieces and where promising university students come to get noticed.

We drove up from Jurien Bay, stopping at Dongara for fuel, Geraldton for lunch, roadside for photos taken standing atop the roaring ute’s cab for a clearer view.

I find being in transit such a strange act – to start the day in one place and end it in another.

“I think perhaps I would have been an explorer. An adventurer boldly crashing through barriers. I think I would have been always full of joy & light, a slightly taller replication of my 14-year old self. I think I would have said ‘yes!’ and ‘why not?’ even more than I already do.”

A few late night thoughts on living with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome.

Working in the wedding industry, you see a lot of loved up couples tie the knot, and the parts of the wedding that I always remember are the stories. Disastrous first dates, individual quirks, romantic proposals, colossal mistakes, laugh-til-you-cry memories – all the little things that make a couple a couple.

Here though, in Ubud and its surrounding villages, it’s crazy. Total madness, nearly all the time and to get those amazing shots, you really have to work. You have to walk with the viewfinder held to your eye, waiting for that perfect moment, hoping not to trip.

12 hours layover in Brisbane feat. a quick stop for coffee, a few lazy hours in the City Botanic Gardens with some friendly Water Dragons, and a few words jotted down in a perfectly boring inner-city food court.

An honest post about living with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and the effect it has on my mental health.

In Verona, the city of Romeo & Juliet, the great love tale of our culture, life seemed slow but fast but… fake. Unreal in the lighting, balconies, slippery marble walkways and grand drinking fountains in tourist-filled piazzas.