knysna

i want to go to there

holy moly, it’s only 18 odd days and then my SUMMER HOLIDAY starts. today i’m reflecting on summer holidays of old, 99.9% of the time spent by the sea (where else?). our family haunts were: knysna: when i was very small, we went camping in knysna. i don’t remember much…

flick flack

just some pics i’ve found + fav’d over at flickr recently ben pearce shtroxy suzalayne nich hance terr-bo artinconnu laser bread mademoiselle molly fryxell luxiferre superbomba stomach aches serena photography

the virgin suicides

Air popped up on my playlist this morning, which of course made me think of The Virgin Suicides. one of those movies that i love, but hardly ever watch. i think most girls my age can relate when i say this film had an impact on my teenage days (i was 16 when it came out). we were the same age as the lisbon chicks (but, hopefully, not as sheltered/melancholic/suicidal) and we all kind of had a thing for josh hartnett.

the irresistible combination of the visuals and music of this film must have inspired thousands of girls to create flickr photo sets that are dreamy + ethereal and heavily photoshopped to look pastel + lovely. sophia coppola is their queen, as you can also pick up in the recent ad she did for miss dior cherie:

it’s all very pretty though, isn’t it?

dee-baby-bday

birth-yay

my family has a tradition that when one of the kids has their first birthday, they get their own cake & have carte blanche with it.

dadda

happy father’s day

i meant to post this yesterday but didn’t have access to all my photos. i didn’t forget! got him roald dahl’s collection of short stories, he was chuffed. big love xoxo