Reflecting | 2017 so far

Sunday, 30 April 2017

So as of tomorrow, four months of the year will have well and truly whizzed past, and in all honesty, it's been a decent one so far. A whole bloody quarter of the year has gone by and, touch wood, I am feeling OK about it...

Wear what you want, write what you want

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Writing about fashion is one of my favourite things to do, styling others is so much fun and managing my own photo shoots and seeing them in magazines and online has always been a big achievement for me - but when it comes to my own personal style and how I look in front of the camera, I literally shy away from the idea.

Autumn in January

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Living in the North East of England, in winter, isn't the most convenient when you want to snap your outfits... Freezing cold weather and that awful rain that makes your hair go wavy aside, it was a bit of a laugh to shoot this latest ensemble.

5 ways to inspire new ideas

Thursday, 19 January 2017

There have been many, many times where I've drawn a blank trying to think of new ideas; my mind becomes a lonely plain canvas, no paint, nothing... To put it in a way that doesn't scream 'art bollocks', do you ever just feel like you need a little pick-me-up in terms of inspiration?

72 hours in Edinburgh

Thursday, 12 January 2017


In December, my boyfriend took me to one of my favourite cities for three days as a way to say: thanks for being my girlfriend for a whole year even though I’ve probably wanted to kill you more times than I can count.

My new love, leopard

Sunday, 8 January 2017

I'm probably one of the most awkward people in Sunderland when it comes to getting my photo taken. I apologise but my personal style photos will basically look like outtakes until I become a little more confident and can actually pose like a normal human being...

2016: The year I grew up

Thursday, 5 January 2017


2016 was one of those years that, quite frankly, I want to forget. Brexit, Donald Trump and celebrities kicking the bucket were bad enough, but never in one year have I witnessed so much heartbreak and sheer bloody misery so close to home.