Sunday, January 30, 2011


You are not here by mistake.

Around the world and down through the ages, there has never been another you, and there never will be another you. The absolute miracle of your existence is now in your hands, and yours only. You are here for a purpose. You have something that only you can give to the world. Take the time to think what it is.

Do good.


Reading my favourite pick-me-up-when-i'm-down-and-lost-every-ounce-of-motivation book tonight, and thumbed my favourite quote. It's very true. Too true, almost. Kind of makes me want to jump up and try to change the world.

Maybe one day I will.

Until then, photographs. Sophie last night during the makings of my second project. Voila. You will hear more about that soon...

And as a part of this new project, i was messing around editing and made this. Sophie of course thinks it's great and should in fact be a real cover.

Who knows, maybe one day she for real will be an ELLE cover girl...

Much inspired love,

K xx

Saturday, January 22, 2011

21st of January.

All images in this post are taken from my iPhone with the Instagram app.

The 21st of January looked like this. Blue skies, sun shining, no clouds and 35 degrees celcius (that's 95 degrees fahrenheit for all the Americans out there.)

Not so perfect in my books however, uh uh, no.

It was time for those pesky wisdom teeth to come out.

The day went something like this:

2pm - arrived at hospital. I was ready to run away already. Surely if i wasn't admitted i could still bail out on this, right?

2.30pm - Admitted. Wearing a hospital wrist-band. This is getting too official for my likings.

2.45pm - Taken to Room 147, waiting for the nurse. Trying to tell Dad some jokes to take my mind off things...unsuccessful.

3.00pm - Wearing a gown, booties and cap. Hands are starting to sweat.

3.30pm - Dad's leaving. I'm pretending to watch the tennis when in reality I'm debating an escape route.

3.45pm - Anaesthesiologist comes for a final visit before it's time for the holding bay.

4.10pm - Taken to the holding bay. More like 'torture bay.' Given a warm rug and a magazine. Nurse comes and asks for my details for the fifth time.

4.25pm - Escorted with the surgeon to the operating theatre. Trying to play cool, like i've done this a bajillion times. Not sure if my act is believable. Amused by the fact that the doctors and nurses are listening to the radio in the theatre as if my wisdom teeth operation is a party.

"What school do you go to? What do you want to do when you finish school?" The man asks as he injects something into me. His face starts to contort and move.

Next thing i know, the whole room is spinning and i recall asking if it's normal, then BAM, black.


5.40pm - The room is spinning uncontrollably and I call for a nurse. Legs feel as if they weigh at least 100 pounds.

5.45pm - Hooked up to oxygen through a nose tube. Blood. Everywhere. Not. Fun.

6.10pm - Wheeled back to room. Attempt to eat Jelly. One word: embarrassing.
7.00pm - Back to normality. Dressed and ready to go home. Nurse makes me drink water. Water misses mouth and spills all over my shirt and pants, along with blood. "Good look" the nurse laughs. Again, embarrassing.

7.50pm - Discharged.


7.42pm January 22nd - Resembling a beaten up chipmunk. Blue bruises covering my cheeks. Sore, sore jaw. Tired, droopy eyes. Annoying, yucky stitches. But thank-ful.

Thanks for all your messages of support. I am doing okay.
Time for more jelly.

Much love,

K xx

Thursday, January 20, 2011


A story of my today I will share with you. I was waiting impatiently (anyone who knows me knows I struggle with being patient..) to ask for staff assistance at Target this afternoon. The staff member stood listening as the customer asked again and again for the difference between two products of lotion before the staff member adopted a harsh tone and rudely told her she should ask someone else. The staff member then proceeded to give her an extremely rude look before walking off. As I observed, I witnessed the customers face go from shock to anger to sadness. Behind her stood what to me looked obviously like her daughter, between the age of 5-7. She appeared to be terminally ill. 'That customer's family is going through hell' i though quietly. I suddenly felt catapulted out of my very own body and into the body of the worst human being on the planet. There was nothing I could do, and I felt just so unbelievably sorry. This customer was disregarded simply because she was asking a few more questions on which lotion as probably right for her daughter.

It’s made me realize, rather abruptly, in the middle of Target…holding my insignificant items that don’t we know that almost every single person in this world has some sort of issue, everyday. Don’t we realise that the girl you may have given a dirty look to at the supermarket could be going home to a dying mother, or may not have a home to go to at all. Or maybe the guy you served at work who seemed annoying may have lost his son last year, or is loosing his son this year.

It’s like all the harsh, hard and cruel things in this world like struggling with money, going through divorce, ending a relationship, miscarriage, moving house, a sick loved one, domestic violence or as simple to say: a bad day. And yet we disregard the possibility of all of that most of the time and continue on in the pieces of our lives, in our bubbles, too busy to remember what someone else could be dealing with. So this final message comes from a post that I’ve read before. And that message is: treat people gently, softly, like they are going to break, even if they’re not. Because you just don’t know. People are good at concealing their emotions, and hiding anything that could be broken. A smile rather than a brush off the shoulder could make all the difference in the world. Afterall, when you’re dealing with something terrible, you’ll want someone, anyone to do the same for you.

And just because my post is naked without photographs, and i feel these kiddos haven't appeared on here in a long time :)

He knows. Alex knows that face can make anyone weak at the knees and vulnerable to saying 'yeah sure you can' to any demand or request.

Finally, i'm off to hospital tomorrow afternoon to get my dreaded teeth out.

Petrified, yes.
Anxious, yes.
Desire to fast-forward to a week from now, absolutely.

However, nothing I can do about it now, except beg for happy gas and a smooth sailing operation.

Much love to you all,

K xx

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

With love,

*Apologies for the quality of this post - i'm trying to find an app on my mac i can use for blogging - in the mean time, i'm back to using the one blogger provides.*

This post is dedicated to my followers and readers from Queensland. It's with love that i send my hope to you and your families in the time of these devastating floods.

Two shots of my gorgeous cousins, who visited from the Gold Coast in Queensland for a couple of weeks. My thoughts are with these guys too.

And finally; a campaign I've been meaning to be a part of for a while, and now it seems more appropriate than ever:


To jump on board, check out

And wherever you are this afternoon, morning or night, I hope you are having a lovely day :)

K xx

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Twenty Eleven.


Happy New Year!

Today’s photographs come from a shoot with the incredible Leo and Mav, who have amazed me once again…enjoy!




These girls could be in Vanity Fair – i swear.IMG_8801 












Which is your favourite(s)?

Now onto my New Years resolutions:

1. Succeed in Grade 12

2. Continue Yoga class

3. Blog at least once a week

4. Delete negativity from my life (and negative people)

5. Survive wisdom teeth extraction

Alright there’s mine – feel free to share yours! Oh and yeah, if you’ve had your wisdom teeth out feel free to share stories from that too. I am petrified.

And finally – I am so excited to share 2011 with you: there are some exciting things i have in store and I will be sure to share it with you as we move through! :)

Have a wonderful day,

K xx