Category: Friends

Stockholm with Helena & Jenny / Day 2

Day two! We woke up, enjoyed a Swedish breakfast filled with ALL THE THINGS I HAD MISSED FOR A YEAR (not pictured, I was too hungry, okay?!), then headed into the city. I finally got to visit Fotografiska (which is the photography museum) which was pretty darn ace! We had lunch at Hermans, which has a spectacular views over Stockholm and then just walked through the streets of Södermalm, stopped in a park, went to drink all the wine at Bleck.

This is how I think touristing should be. 1 part people, 2 parts food and wine, 1 part touristy stuff. Perfect!

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Stockholm with Helena & Jenny / Day 1

I had photographed my last wedding on the 7th, travelled on the 8th and we arrived in Sweden on July 9th. And luck would have it that two friends from Melbourne were in Stockholm at the very same time (I mean, luck and luck, it might have been some planning involved in it too…). We’ve know learnt (or cemented, rather) that keeping yourself busy is the very best way to beat jet lag. We wandered the streets of Östermalm, Gamla Stan and Södermalm, sipped on delicious beer, went to look outs (hello Skinnarviksberget, you’re new to me but you’re pretty darn exquisite!) and when the sun finally set we took the two metro stops back to my auntie’s apartment and crashed into bed.

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Tasmania / MONA

The boys arrived! We went to MONA and saw all the things. I didn’t take many photos for the next couple of days. I got some bad news about a friend that were expected and I kind of already knew, but got cemented and walked next to me like a little sad companion the next couple of days. I just didn’t want to photograph, there were just too many feelings.

Oh. Also the end of this shows the epic hangover of Abi, Tom and Angela. I’ve rarely seen such epic specimens of hungover people in all my life. Impressive.

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Tasmania / Huon Valley

On the way back from our cottage (see yesterday’s post, Bruny Island, people!) we took the scenic route via Huon Valley. Nature treated us to some silly beautiful views, like seriously, it was silly. We crossed a river with a surface as still as a mirror, met a lovely sailor, Angela got weird next to some cottages, had hot chocolate and went through allt the op shops of Huonville (which tbh could be the best named town in the history of cutely named towns) and then ended by heading up to the top of Mount Wellington. We were greeted with insane winds, epic cold and the first snow I’ve ever seen in Australia! But geez, that wind, eh? It kind of felt like the coldest days in Stockholm in mid January (imagine waiting outside for a train at 7am, it’s pitch black, -12 degrees, windy like hell and a vague slushy snow that just keeps pounding your face). Well it was just like that except slushy snow. We went down again, cause you know, cheese to be had and wine to be drunk.

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Pyramid Hill

I had one weekend off in April and I decided I wanted to go on an outing. So I forced a few friends of ours to go to this fancy schmancy airbnb in Pyramid Hill, a few hours north of Melbourne. Turns out I really didn’t take many photos that weekend, except when we headed up the nearby hill (not the pyramid one though, but you can spot that one in the background of a couple of shots!) to do an engagement session for the two newly engaged people on the trip. The proper couples photos will be shared on my proper photo blog (cause that’s what proper people do), but I took some behind the scenes too. I mean, who doesn’t need photos of Ange and Eric looking all weird n stuff. As you do.

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Spring Hill, part 3

Final day. Late checkout is a marvellous concept. Left-over beer drinking even better. Saying goodbye to sheep and stopping on the way for an indulgent lunch and cake after (none pictured, too busy eating). Saying goodbye to Sam, the silly pug, but not until I’ve done a mini portrait session with him (managed because I bribed him with a singular pop corn). That truly was a weekend in all its weekend glory.

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Spring Hill, part 1

This past weekend I headed out to the country with a few friends. And I documented everything. This is what I used to do years ago before starting to work with photography, and I thought I’d lost it, but Paris + Spring Hill has been different. So, I have a bunch more photos to spam you with (even some more from Paris, just need to finish editing them).

Anyhow. Spring Hill. Halfway between Daylesford and Kyneton. Our house had views over rolling hills, friendly sheep and an ace house that we filled with swell people. The first day me and Ange headed up before everyone else to go location scouting a bit in Daylesford (no photos!), followed by some shopping and, badaboom, a pit stop at a lovely lil winery. We befriended the cat, got some wine and headed to Spring Hill for all the views and all the sheep. And that was all for day one.

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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!