Category: Travel

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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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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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!


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


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.