Paris, day 2

Day two. More walking, more champagne, a wee scatter of rain and very little shopping, even though I tried. I have two perfumes now, which is an infinite better amount than the zero I’ve had for a while. Now: dinner, so gotta go. Bye.

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Paris, day 1

When you get booked to shoot a wedding in France you make this an excuse to hang with awesome friends in Paris too. Cause why the heck not? This is our first day. It was rad. There was wine, not much jetlag, lots of talking and lots of walking. Just as it should be.

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It’s late and I’m sitting here with a need to write something. There are so many things I want to say but everything seems so petty or so uninteresting that I don’t even start writing. I’m in an iffy mood. My solution: watch a nature show with a soothing pace + music + voice, and edit photos from Mothman. I’m culling out the gif specific photo sets as I go and am continuously sighing because there are simply too many photos. I haven’t even finished the first day of photos and the gif collection has already 408 photos in it. Oh vey. Now it’s 486. I don’t think I’ll ever be done with these photos. I should go to bed instead.

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The Potato Championships of 2017

On Midsummer this year me and Emelie held the biannual event of The Potato Championships. I made a video. It’s not great, but I had fun making it. Also I was tipsy filming it. Whatevs. Potatoes for the win!

Home

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It’s been two and a half week sine we got back from our Sweden trip. Since then I have:

  • Bought a bunch of new plants
  • Done two engagement shoots
  • Been on a weekend to Daylesford where we were supposed to chill, but we mainly drove around
  • Bought some more plants
  • Had brunch with a new friend
  • Had dinner, every night.
  • Kept the apartment tidy, for almost three weeks straight. It’s a record
  • Ran out of my paper todo lists so now I have an electronic one.
  • Contemplated getting a bucket so I can grow potatoes in it.
  • Fallen more in love with my husband
  • Had my hair all done up (so needed!)
  • Ummm… maybe gotten a few more plants? Yes. I am addicted.
  • Finally bought new runners and today I went on my first run since being back. Gonna back into it, I promise!
  • Had all the chais.

It’s been good. I never knew I loved routines so much but I do. It’s good to be home.

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When you have 4 hours before you need to drop off the rental car you make the choice of driving in the opposite direction to see the beach, then go to Holland before going through Brussels traffic. Just sayin. Beach is always the best idea, even though it had all the rain.

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At the height of a season

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Midsummer came and went and it was as it should be. Spotty sun at lunch, rain hanging in the air (but luckily not arriving until 7pm so we got plenty of outside time!), full of food and people and of course or biannually event: The Potato Championships. We borrowed bikes and rode home the 2 km’s to my parent’s summer house in pouring rain, arriving drenched, tired but happy. I filmed and photographed, and maybe maybe I’ll manage to edit that up in the next couple of days. Maybe it’ll be months. I don’t care to be honest, because there’s a lush green (although super cold) summer waiting for me outside.

And there, hidden amongst the fog, was a man, or a moth. We couldn’t see the difference.

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Last weekend I headed out of the city to a cabin in some misty woods. I wasn’t alone but surrounded by 11 fantastically amazing creatives. We wandered out into forests, up to peaks for sunset, along the lake for sunrise (or fogrise, as it happens), we went out on a boat and walked over a dam, and everywhere the fog followed us. When we drove back home and we left the last of the fog behind I actually missed it.

It was invigorating, spending time shooting not for clients (even though I love that) but just for me. I found myself shooting gifs (and I’ll be sure to share a few later), details and drama. And everything in the most fantastic of foggy light. I might need to head back to Lake Eildon every winter from now on.

I can’t wait to share more, but it’ll be a slow progress. I think I want to spend some time with these photos first.

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