Category Archives: Personal

Embarking on an Extraordinary Journey with Taylors of Harrogate

Slurp and spit. Then repeat. I’m stood by a spittoon next to friends and polite company with an assembly line of teas: black, green, herbal and fruity and we’re quickly becoming experts in tea tasting. Slurping with force helps to coat the tongue and allows for catching more notes of the tea we were told…

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The making of a creative journal & a fun GIVEAWAY

It was as if I was transporting state secrets. Stored in a small compartment in my luggage on a return flight to London were two spiral bound journals that documented my many adolescent years of self doubt, confessions and petty grievances. I had meant to shred evidence of their existence when I cleared out old…

Hawaii through a lens & a bit of news

This is not going to be a typical blog post. If it was I would wax lyrical about the paradise that is Hawaii based on a recent trip in March. I would dive into how the history of Hawaii and the arrival of laborers from different cultures (Japanese, Philipino, Portuguese, Korean and Chinese) at different…

Behind the scenes :: CFG Creative Conference

Planning a creative conference to fundraise for charity in under five weeks with no budget and a small squad of volunteers is not for the faint of heart. At various points of the planning stage I questioned our collective sanity, both privately and publicly. Now that it has been a month since Creating for Good…

Behind the scenes: Creating for Good auction social

It was 1976 when she and her little brother hopped on a boat overloaded with others to escape the only world she knew to find refuge and opportunity. They eventually made it to the United States but not before reaching Taiwan – only to be turned away – then tried their luck in Japan where they were…

Women’s March Washington D.C.

I booked my flights to Washington D.C. from London for the Women’s March two weeks after the election. Enough was enough; I had grown tired of the despair and helplessness I felt which was further magnified by the fact that I was so far away from home. And l know this is largely symbolic but I…

On photography and perspective

  Venice is a photographer’s dream in January. You will find a lull in tourist foot traffic and Venetian women emerging snug in their long fur coats looking regal even when toting around their food trolley full of groceries in Rialto Market. Venetian light is like the texture of a cucumber that has been plucked from an ice bath: crisp and cool but with…

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