Sunny weather, planning trips, working hard, slowing down. Fireworks on the beachside watching a seagull struggling in the breeze. Beers in the only spot in Wellington sheltered from the wind. Hearing people's passions. Being more mindful. Feeling excited for Christmas travels, but not festive in the slightest. That's how my November's looking.

The season just ain't the same without the long nights and bright lights. But everything's an experience, and I'm revelling in the moments.

How's your Sunday?


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12 November 2017

A Sunday Kind of Love #17


When I first moved to Wellington, I spent a few weeks dipping into freelancing while remaining untethered to the working world. Aimless and far from home in a place that felt so familiar with its weather, humour, and fauna, it took some getting used to.

Seigneur-Terraces: (French) Coffee shop dwellers who sit at tables a long time but spend little money.

I love that this word has no English equivalent. During those weeks, I sat for hours in different coffee shops soaking in the city and sipping flat whites that had long gone lukewarm. Nestled into a nook of a cafe, procrastinating by people-watching, feeling ensconced in those around me's lives. Seeing the residents to-ing and fro-ing from the comfort of an armchair. 

Often the best way to independently immerse yourself into a new city is to become a seigneur-terrace. It's especially apt in a country that has coffee flowing through its veins. It's a way to explore, a way to see different sights, a way to fill your time, a way to give yourself some sort of purpose (albeit a wanky Millennial one). And when you're done, you'll find that there's probably a place you always come back to - your local, if you will. Somewhere that makes you feel right at home as you drink tea with a friend, sit reading your book at the weekend, or finally do the work you've been putting off. Somewhere you can absorb the city's buzz, life, and conversation. Somewhere that warmly and tastily anchors you to the here-and-now.

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14 September 2017

the seigneur-terraces


Wherever you look in Wellington, there's hills, hills, hills as far as the eye can see. It's funny, I remember growing up in Brighton and thinking the incline on my streets was intense back then, back in the day when I would drag my little scooter around with me while out playing with friends. The banks seemed impossibly steep. But now after experiencing the heights of New Zealand's hills, I know that was nothing.

The hills here are occasionally a little overwhelming, but they're where you'll find the best, most rewarding views. Looking for something to do on a weekend, we headed up Mount Victoria to enjoy being on higher ground. The weather was as fluctuating as usual, swinging from sunshine into a dull, grey glaze, which if anything added to the romance of the visual treat. We watched as the clouds rolled over the hills, as planes landed into the airport, as the sun glittered on the water, and as others arrived out of breath to where we stood, on top of the city.





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12 September 2017

wellington / mount victoria


This week I started a new job! I'm super happy with it - everything's swell. The days are getting lighter, the sun is getting stronger; New Zealand's heading into Spring and it's larvely. 

watching
This weekend I went to see the beautifully brutal God's Own Country. My interest was piqued when  I heard it referred to as the 'Yorkshire Brokeback Mountain,' and while it definitely has similarities with the wildness of Wuthering Heights, it's very much a piece of cinema that must be celebrated in its own right. Smartly and sensually unpicking the frailties of masculinity, God's Own navigates love, intimacy, vulnerability and growing up in a way that sincerely tugs at the heartstrings.

In one scene Gheorghe (the Romanian farm-hand) is followed closely by Johnny (the Yorkshire lad) as he bounds over a dry-stone wall to gaze upon the woolly horizon. Johnny looks at this old familiar view, looks back at Gheorghe who stands mouth agape transfixed by the otherworldly nature of the scenery, then looks back at the view, and in that moment everything changes. Their relationship is both tender and brutish, flawed and beautiful.

Hearing the Yorkshire lingo brought joy to my soul - I miss it so, but apparently at Sundance Film Festival they were asked to supply subtitles for bewildered watchers. Turns out Utah folk aren't so clued up on what a bap is.

reading
I finished Irresistible: The Rise of Addictive Technology and the Business of Keeping Us Hooked which was pretty sombre I have to say. Definitely worth a read if you're interested in gamification, behavioural addiction and/ or what sitting scrolling on your iPhone for hours is doing to you...
Ta-Nehisi Coates weighs in on Trump: The First White president
David Hockney at 80

writing

watching
The Girlfriend Experience has been an interesting view so far! Sexy, sultry and suspenseful 
Nick Broomfield's Whitney, Can I Be Me 

listening

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10 September 2017

a sunday kind of love #16

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