Thursday, May 31, 2012

Copywriter vs Art Director

My Shadow & Me.

I wanted to share some photos from a sweet little clothing boutique that Courtney & I spent time in.
 I always love op shops and I love any shop with personality. 
We had so much fun looking at all the old items and trying on the all the old hats...

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Little & Sunday.

I can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed going out on a trip with my friends yesterday to Little and Friday. 
A cafe out in Takapuna that is famous for its pastry.
The place ultimately made me feel like I should be having club sandwiches, tea and small cakes.

I got ridiculously annoyed at myself for not bringing my camera along, however everyone promised that we would come back (with little hesitation) to take photos. 
So expect the to see the delight that is Little and Friday here soon. 
In the mean time enjoy these sweet sweet club sandwiches with me.

Friday, May 25, 2012

From Love to Bingo.

From Love to Bingo, in 873 images.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The best kind of Strange.

A Wes Anderson film...
Moonrise Kingdom.
A strange sort of adventure.
Obviously the best kind.
Little bit excited.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Cuba St & Coffee.

I'm a little bit excited to show you pics from my wonderful time in Welli. 
But for now,
 this is just me and my bestie hanging out in my favourite street.
Cuba St & Coffee.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Lovin' a New World.

I am so in love with the new New World supermarket ads. They remind me a little bit of the True Blood intro...minus the awesomely awkward gross edits and replaced with cute vintage shots and moments...

Monday, May 14, 2012

An Idea to Try.

Sometimes it's so easy to find yourself in a routine.
You also think of it to be ridiculously hard to get out of.
But all it takes is one idea.
To break the routine. 
Then you're out.

Like this one...

You can find paintings like this in any old second hand furniture shop or salvation army...

Supplies needed: Artwork, Letter stickers (See below. You can get them at most art stores and also get them at hardware stores everywhere) White paint or spray paint, a paint brush and scissors.

Just choose your favorite song lyric and make it your own.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Moments like these.

My sister gave me an asos voucher for my birthday and what I ordered finally arrived :) 

 Anywho, my flat mate Anna was taking a photo of the outfit so I could show my sister and it turned into a bit of a fun photo shoot in our front yard. 
I adore documenting everything with my friends.
It's small moments like these that when you document them, they last so much longer.
I plan to post more & more moments like these.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012


This wee story I found through a friends blog.
It is the most lovely story.
As I read it I pictured the exact scenario.
It just made me think how much a small decision chosen by thinking about others, can make such a big difference.
It's so easy to get caught up in ourselves-it's only natural.
But there's no better feeling than being a part of someone elses happiness.

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Mother's Day Card - You're My Hero