Utterly captivating.

Daria Werbowy might have ‘quit’ modelling two years ago due to the pressures and what if’s of an industry that gives…and takes so much…but aren’t we glad she’s back! Raw, sexy, feminine…she might have quit drinking and become a yogi, moved to Ireland and fallen in love with a tradie but I guess that’s what makes her even more appealing!

Marie Claire Russia May 2014. Photographer: Mathieu Cesar.

In my opinion, 30 year old Daria just gets more beautiful.

I haven’t been this in love with an editorial for some time…adore the light & setting and the edginess of the raw sensibility.

Copper chairs juxtaposed perfectly to that glitter top!

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Berry lips + that Cartier neck piece…ahhh.

I don’t care hair, all white, gold accent, grey marl and aged camel leather…yup amaze.

Behind the scenes photography: Claudia Revidat.

Stylist for this shoot: Anna Rykova.

Daria in front of Mathieu Cesar’s lens.

and off to PRINT!

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and here comes the rain…

tumblr_mjo9xeLlb51qat3lvo1_1280 tumblr_n068xtQlMW1qgow9fo1_1280 5a35922290b77426fe919ecc8dec2cd9 9f9a1ecb1dc63c33fef0550e8a2b7065 04e3fb024f14234e3e5d65f49267e451 8cff9c43b0e4d0aac6d55c8dca156770This time last year I was in New York. Beautiful Manhattan skylines inspiring all sorts of daydreams in my mind of living in a city like that. Grand and fast, Art Deco architecture and so many beautiful public spaces. A 10 year old in tow showing me that swinging from street posts and counting squirrels is just as magical as seeing a Frida Kahlo in a gallery. This last weekend we spent a sunny time in Sydney. Another beautiful city and more of the same thoughts…living elsewhere. There’s no particular reason for the longing. Perhaps it’s just the gypsy heart in me. For now I am stuck in bed with the flu and far away places are just what I want to be reminded off.

Thank-you.

Waking to the crinkle of a beautiful little girl’s smile and an embrace so tight it leaves me breathless, sharing brunch with loved ones, sitting on a blanket during the sun’s peak, stretching and twisting my body in poses that leave me centred and remind me to stop taking my thoughts too seriously, sweet messages from friends that remind me that I’m loved, eating the sweetest seasonal fruits and enjoying the nourishment of my body and even melting chocolate in my mouth – guilt free, quietly reading, blogging and admiring fashion and photography and all of this when I woke up this morning and didn’t want to get out of bed…yes life is good. 

melancholia & my heart

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Turns out letting your 8-year-old go away on a school trip will leave you with a heavy heart..and that’s news to this mum who has flown the coup for Paris & Tokyo before with no such feelings! Of course an 8-year-old would think it the most extraordinary experience of a lifetime and not even give separation anxiety a thought. Perhaps I should go and play in some mud today and remember the childhood joy of freedom.

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I call this pineapple on my head..

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A hint of sun and I’m already feeling the promise of the warmer months ahead!

…sun-kissed, bare skin, less layers, favourite fruits, outdoor activities, music, swimming, dishevelled natural curls (me), lazing under trees, so many new adventures await…oh how good it all feels!

e·mo·tion

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Source: 1-5 via pinterest & the road is home, 6 via National Geographic, 1954

 …and something that I read today that just did it for me…

e·mo·tion

noun

1. an affective state of consciousness in which joy, sorrow, fear, hate, or the like, is experienced, as distinguished from cognitive and volitional states of consciousness.

Bonjour chéri…the sweetest words I ever did see!

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It’s easy knowing me, I’m obvious in my delight..a smile or a squeal and I do not shy away from showing my disdain through an exclamation of “that’s hideous” and just simply “no”. It doesn’t take a Masters in Sabina to know that I have a strong pull towards anything French, the city itself, the romance of it and it’s fashion style. It also wouldn’t take a genius to know that my recent trip to Japan just threw me into another world of love, love, love! I am softly spoken and sometimes shy but mostly friendly and independent but yes this too would be obvious if we met.

Which brings me to my point…

What is it that composes those interactions that are so wonderful and stand out from others? What are all those forces that push and pull together to make magic? 

I know that my most treasured friends are those that I can squeal with and have a two-way delight in. A genuine happiness when good things come their way or mine. Shared happy moments and even disasters (hmm I’ve had those!), chatting feverishly about a movie, a book and even a shoe, dancing like crazy where the only exchange is a smile or song lyric, looking at travel photos and being inspired, plotting on maps when neither can think straight (my CK) and growing together as extraordinary people (one would hope). So when it comes to matters of the heart, I start to feel less equipped, a little scared and very pessimistic until I think of one of my favourite quotes;

“Seduce my mind and you can have my body,
Find my soul and I’m yours forever.”

Yes, it shouldn’t be that hard now should it?