by day we race the sun to the summit the clouds just missing our fingertips by night we lay blankets on cars underneath the stars pondering what happens to the dreams when the dreamer dies? ----- see more on film here. ...
Wake Me Slow
somewhere between dreams and waking is that blissful blank state of being blind to a world that's cold and also let go by those you can't let go three minutes then two o n e fragile heart wake me slow ----- see more on film here. ...
Fall is Poetry
Eyes shut. Are you aware? Breathe. The chill autumn air biting through lungs. Listen. Rubber crunching against gravel, then dirt. Feel. The silence of the woods tingling through the hairs of your arm. Eyes open. Are you aware? You exist in this second only once. So exist. Exist wholly and embrace ...
Passion Behind the Post with Instagram
I actually don’t have many close friends who use Instagram for professional or self-branding purposes. Most of them just use the platform to share personal phone-shot images, similar to the way we used to over-zealously share albums upon albums of photos on Facebook. I began my journey on Instagram ...
Hey Mum, Happy Mother’s Day
My mother has cancer. I know that probably doesn’t mean much to you. Cancer is a topic that gets thrown around frequently, but it doesn’t really make an impact until you meet with it face to face on a certain level. Or maybe you already have, or you know someone who has. Either way, it casts a ...
