I took this picture last May in a wild rhododendron forest in Sevenoaks, Kent. Just like the blooms that come each and every spring, life can also have a funny way of repeating itself.
I’m headed back to Provence with this babe in a month and one day. I honestly can’t wait.
Lookee here, friends. Here we have a Clara Rubin, camouflaged in her urban environment. With a sly turn of her head, she entraps unsuspecting passersby in a sultry stare. Goners, all of them. This world is a wild one, and there is no match for Clara’s captivating and powerful charm.
I love getting to take photos of my friends. 🖤
You know what’s fucking weird? That Mother’s Day isn’t the same day in the UK as it is in the US, but Father’s Day is. I don’t know why that is, but I’m gonna chalk it up to some man working in the International Calendar Office and 100% remembering when Father’s Day was bc patriarchy but totally forgetting Mother’s Day. But joke’s on him! Because now moms like mine get TWO days in a year when their US/UK daughters commemorate their love for them on social media!
Mom, I love you. And here are a few more things I love!
My business partner, Hanna, told me about this non-binary stock photo library this week and it 100% gave me all the chills. So wonderful and important!
I shared a bottle of Gut Oggau Family Reunion Rosé on Friday night with my friend Clara and you guys, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m doing my best to talk myself out of buying a case because at £48.00 a bottle it’s not exactly in my budget, but omg it’s so goooood… HELP. 😬
I’m crushing so hard on photographer Liz Seabrook. Her work is beeeautiful and it makes me want to shoot more portraits.
Surprise surprise! I absolutely sobbed my eyes out watching the first episode of the FINAL season of Jane The Virgin. Anyone else?! I don’t know how I’m going to cope when this show is over. It’s been such a joy watching it these past few years.
Another thing I love: A fresh start. Tomorrow is April and I’m so excited to start a new dang month because this one has felt 400 years long and I feel like I’ve been crap about a) exercising 3x a week b) taking photos and c) finishing any of the books I’m partially through. But a fresh start means a clean slate** and I’m excited to be better in April . See you on the flip side!
*I bought the pink sunnies in August of last year, but realised a month or two later when I was late-night scrolling through my screen grabs, that I’d saved a pic of ICON Tracee Ellis Ross wearing the same pair earlier in the summer. I didn’t intentionally mean to copy her but I guess my subconscious had other thoughts…
**I Know this isn’t how months/time/life work/s but pls indulge me and my small, feeble, human brain as I try to make sense of time passing and find order in the chaos we’ve made of this world. Thanks!!!
Last Friday, I had the honour of shooting my step-son and step-daughter-in-law’s wedding, and it was during this celebration that I came to a very important conclusion: everyone should get married on a Friday. Not only does it give guests a full two days to to recover from their physical and emotional hangovers before braving the bullshit of a Monday morning, it also gives party-goers an excuse to take the Friday off work and revel in the loveliness of a long weekend. Such a gift!
It’s also great for gossip - which, generally speaking, is one of the best parts of a wedding. Bringing extended family, friends from college, colleagues, and some semi-strangers your mom insisted you invite all into the same space is a recipe for some mighty-fine goss, and a Friday wedding gives guests two entire days to investigate and then Whatsapp, whisper over brunch, and text each other gossip post-ceremony. Who was drinking too much (spoiler alert: it was probably me)? Which exes avoided each other all night and which ones seemed to have something fizzling between them? Did you see the DJ wink at whats-her-name? In my experience, there are often loads of details to discuss after a wedding and it’s nice to have two days to swap stories and over-analyse every minute detail rather than one.
In short: long live the Friday wedding! And a big thank you to Malaak and Tom for hosting such a lovely and well-behaved night of fun and family. Admittedly, I didn’t have much to gossip about after this wedding, but I did get hit with quite a hangover and was thankful for a weekend of rest of and recovery after. 🖤
And here are some other things I’m thankful for!
As a Farrow & Ball devotee of the highest order (I know, I’m the worst) I gobbled up this New Yorker article about finding the perfect colour. And yes, if you must know, Joa Studholme’s new book, Farrow & Ball: Recipes for Decorating is tippy-top of my frivolous book list right now.
I full-on gasped looking at Danai Gurira in Thom Brown at Paris Fashion Week. This look is absolute perfection. That cape coat? Slay me.
Speaking of art, I’m also extremely into Nevine Mahmoud’s sensual sculptures. Nipples and peaches and cherries, oh my!
Having my nails done makes me feel like I have my shit together even though I 100% do not have my shit together.
I don’t know what it is about this week, but I’ve felt really out of my depth and like everything around me is on the verge of collapse*. But even though I feel like a tornado of chaos is zooming through me, I find great comfort in the fact that my hands – my capable, scarred, and tiny hands – look like they know what’s up.
*Checks Clue: Nope, nothing here. Checks Co–Star: Oh, yes. Oh god, yes. This moon is out to get me.
I’m done with winter. DONE. And I know, in England we have it easy (so sorry, Minnesota!). But even so, every part of my being is craving al fresco wine hangs and springtime sun. I’m chasing sunbeams (as/when we get them) around town and counting down the days until we can shed some layers and have some real fun.
Photo taken in Provence in autumn 2017 - doesn’t it look so warm and inviting?!
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY.
Warming wool socks, bright sunshine, a perfect Satsuma– so sweet and juicy.
Hugs from friends, silly memes shared in group chats, all things green and growing.
Aching muscles, a forgotten lump of Morbier in the fridge, my cat.
Crisp white wine, a favourite jumper, good music playing in the background all day long.
These are the things that I want to acknowledge on Valentine’s day, the little everyday things that lift me up and fill my life with so much joy. Love can be inspired by so many people, places, and things and I think we should celebrate these things every year on Valentine’s Day. And every day after that, too.
Photos originally taken for a Bottle Bitches magazine feature, which no longer exists in the ether, in which I described this Loimer Gruner Veltliner as tasting like an explosion of citrus with a briny finish, and then suggested pairing it with a big sailboat in the Mediterranean. Naturally.
Today has been a pain but these waxflowers are sparking lotsa joy.
If I could have a super power, I’d want the ability to transfer my period pain to a deserving man of my choosing. Maybe not every month, I don’t want to be that cruel, but maybe, like, once every three months. Hell, I’d even settle for once a year.
I’d close my eyes and think of a man that wronged me. I’d think about hitting the bastard with the waves of nausea, the hollowing pain of the walls of my womb being scraped out like a Halloween pumpkin, and the agonising cold sweats that keep me from getting any real rest. I imagine the man suffering. Just as I do, month after month.
Just as so many of us do.
This photo isn’t from today, or even this week. It’s from a walk I took along the beachfront in St Leondards-on-Sea in October. My business partner was getting inked and, as babies aren’t allowed in tattoo parlours, I took her one year-old out in the pram to get some fresh sea air. While I walked, I looked at the little babe sleeping in front of me, her perfect cheeks jiggling as I wheeled over bumps, and I thought about how we’re never really ready for the things life throws at us. Starting a new business, makin’ a bebe, moving to a new country, etc etc etc. There’s no such thing as the perfect time and we’ll never be 100% ready. So just do it already!
Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
Holy moly, we made it to the end. Well, almost the end, and I’m planning to spend as much of the remaining hours of 2018 in pajamas as possible. Anyway! Here are a few things I was into this week.
“It was the year of Mark Zuckerberg because I can’t think about the love I feel for other people without wondering how it’s being used to sell me shaving cream. It was the year of Mark Zuckerberg because we don’t even talk about how absolutely, hideously sad all this is, since talking about it would mean questioning why we still spend so much time online, and, after all, we’re the people who live here. It was the year of Mark Zuckerberg because our jadedness toward the internet is really a form of grief.” This entire piece by Brian Phillips is so good. Pls read.
I’m ALWAYS on the l👀k out for new Amy Sedaris content and this tour of her NYC apartment is such a delight. Pause at the 6:36 mark for my new favourite piece of art, and if anyone knows where David is buying her bright pink kitchen roll in London, please do give me a shout.
Caity Weaver taught me about glitter and I hate it even more than I did before. Thanks, Caity!
I really enjoyed Tina Roth-Eisenberg’s talk at We Do Lectures in Wales. It’s vulnerable and moving and the Bertold Brecht quote she shared really hit home with me: “Crisis takes place when the old has not died and the new has still not been born” Damn. More thoughts on this soon.
I love listening to podcasts while should-shimmying around the kitchen so I naturally loved listening to Sam Sanders interview my #1 chef crush, Samin Nosrat, while I was prepping tacos using some smart cooking tips I picked up from her very own cookbook. The interview is wonderful. Listen up.
Photo taken at Cuckmere Haven on Boxing Day. Such a beautiful spot for a walk along the beach.
I’ve been stocking up on the essentials (sparkling wine and cheese) and getting ready to launch myself into the holiday season with great aplomb. This coming week I’ll wrap up my studio work, we’ll welcome family from abroad, and celebrate the marriage of David’s youngest son. It’s going to be brilliantly full-on and I’m excited to shave my legs for the first time in ages, don some festive frocks and enthusiastically shoulder-shimmy into official Chrimbo celebrations. But first! A few things to note from this past week:
I know I have like 400 black turtlenecks already but I’d really like for this one from DAI to join my collection. That perfectly tight sleeve is giving me life. ✨
I’ve been mainlining the Last Seen podcast by WBUR which does a deep-dive into wtf happened during the 1990 art heist at my favourite museum, the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. It’s a fascinating investigation and still SO BONKERS THAT (spoiler alert) NONE OF THE ARTWORKS HAVE EVER RESURFACED.
Thinking about making #BeMoreJVN my 2019 resolution. Following his figure skating lessons is one of the greatest joys on the internet. The fact that he’s learning something totally new in his early 30s makes me want to challenge myself to start something I’ve been putting on hold for far too long in the New Year. Such a good reminder that it’s never too late, henny!
Tat-spiration has been coming at me hard and fast via the ‘gram. I really want to pull the trigger on getting inked next year but guys, I’m still super scared of making my mom mad. 😬
I happy-sobbed my eyes out watching Dumplin’ last night. Dolly Parton, drag, and a seriously heartwarming message. I stan.
The photo in this post is one of my favourites from this year. You you care to, you can see more from the shoot.
Your girl is running her mouth in A Place Less Ordinary’s second instalment of Is the Future of Wine Female? I’m so honoured to have my words alongside those of women like Carole Bryon, THE Lady of the Grapes herself, Ruth Spivey of Wine Car Boot, and my charming friend Beth Brickenden, the badass Wine Director of Street Feast whose corkscrew tattoo is aspirational af.
Soooo is the future of wine female? I’d love to see more parity in the industry and really believe it’s heading in that direction. But the future of the bottle I’m drinking right now is 100% for the ladies (me).
The peppers are fermenting. I actually followed directions and wore gloves while cutting all these hotties but I got a tiny hole in one of them and it was like a pin-prick of hellfire directly into my fingertip. 🔥🤚🏻🔥
Making the most of our National Trust membership at Sheffield Park and Gardens. We saw a giant Sequoia Redwood that was only 140 years old and both decided we should really come back when it’s warmer.
Photo taken at Ruethe’s The Lost Gardens of Sevenoaks. I maaaaybe photoshopped out an electric box and a fence to make this picture because sometimes you gotta cheat a little to more accurately depict the beauty you see with the naked eye.
SWIFF | swɪf
An iconic motion in which one elegantly swirls a glass of wine and then gives it a hearty sniff to ascertain its unique scent: When Kate swiffed this Chardonnay, it reminded her of cherry-blossom-lined streets, a zippy breeze, sweet peaches and cold rain.