Bits and
Pieces
&
A few of my favourite creative bits
A few of my favourite creative bits
A few of my favourite creative bits
&
Bits
Pieces
Bits and
Pieces
A few of my favourite creative bits
Bits Pieces
&
A few of my best creative bits & pieces that I've made.
Bits Pieces
&
A few of my favourite creative bits made over the past 4 years.
Pretty pictures, collage, word vomit, photography, video, GIF
All The Trimmings
An editorial studio shoot using vintage archive garments, with a focus on lace and embroidery.
Everything was shot and edited by me, with a lot of post production work to enhance details and remove studio set up.
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HomeGrown
x Size
A collaborative group project working towards an industry brief for a Size? x Homegrown campaign shoot. Creative direction and edits created by me.
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Word Vomit (Poetry)
A personal, retrospective collection of poems written about the ritual of french dinners and nostalgia and memories, mixed in with studio photography taken from my zine project.
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À Table
AHHHHH
TAAAB
LUH
It echoes up the house
Bouncing off the ceramic tiles
A call to action
The table is ready, and so are we!
Check napkins mark our seats:
Red, yellow and green for me.
Origami on show for all to see.
We rearrange the glasses:
No wine for me, not yet
Yes, please.
Bring out the mustard!
We shout through to the kitchen
Eyes widen with glee as Mami walks in with the meat
Hurrah! Now take a seat!
Water and wine
A few too many cornichons
Pass down your plates, it’s too far to reach
Knives and forks at the ready
We eat.
Shopping list:
-
Tomatoes
-
Carrots
-
Mamie platting my hair in the middle of summer
-
Watching the weather on TV together
-
Boardgames in the kitchen
-
Radishes
-
Green beans
-
A group hug where time stands still
-
Burns from the seatbelt on a 40-degree day
-
To be little, before I was big
-
Leeks
-
Ham
-
A teenage tantrum with no consequences
-
Licking the jam pot clean
-
Playing hide and seek
-
Lettuce
-
Rice
Courgette
How strange
That I can love you in one form
And hate you in the other
Two meals, just a day apart
I say thank you for both
Catch the eye of my brother
Smile sheepishly
Tactfully spend an hour
rearranging rice, hoping no one notices
You laughed when you found out,
Said, “I thought it was your favourite”
20 years I’ve kept this secret
The guilt kept me up that night
I’m no good at being honest,
But I tried, I really did.
Seasons
Easter egg hunts with the neighbours. We read because Mum does. Breakfast as we wake, something simple. I pick out the inside of my baguette; and make soldiers who stare back at me. My dolls are in their buggy. Read me a story. Chocolate milk and brioche. I’ve sat so still but can I leave, please?
The summer birds are back again, a family of swallows. Running through sprinklers. I argue with myself, should I be silly or serious? Picnic packed, salt for the tomatoes. Jelly shoes at the river. What’s for dinner? Tapenade on the terrace to go with the Aperitif. We pick and share. The door is open. Mamie pipes in through the kitchen.
Come in, come in. Don’t let the warmth out. Papi has an iPad now, he listens to the opera out loud. Homemade Crème de Marron, but we’ve never picked the chestnuts with you. A tradition I’m scared we might lose. I hide from every photo, even at your anniversary. The sweetness of a tarte Tatin. Please forgive me.
“Que tu as grandi!” Heartbreak for a second, hugging by the Christmas tree. I’m taller than you now. A full table. Soup for supper. The top bunk from my bed has gone. Dicing carrots. The house fills with the rich smell of rabbit. Get the nice plates out. Flipping through the photo albums. Look at you, at us, back then.
À Table
AHHHHH
TAAAB
LUH
It echoes up the house
Bouncing off the ceramic tiles
A call to action
The table is ready, and so are we!
Check napkins mark our seats:
Red, yellow and green for me.
Origami on show for all to see.
We rearrange the glasses:
No wine for me, not yet
Yes, please.
Bring out the mustard!
We shout through to the kitchen
Eyes widen with glee as Mami walks in with the meat
Hurrah! Now take a seat!
Water and wine
A few too many cornichons
Pass down your plates, it’s too far to reach
Knives and forks at the ready
We eat.
Shopping list:
-
Tomatoes
-
Carrots
-
Mamie platting my hair in the middle of summer
-
Watching the weather on TV together
-
Boardgames in the kitchen
-
Radishes
-
Green beans
-
A group hug where time stands still
-
Burns from the seatbelt on a 40-degree day
-
To be little, before I was big
-
Leeks
-
Ham
-
A teenage tantrum with no consequences
-
Licking the jam pot clean
-
Playing hide and seek
-
Lettuce
-
Rice
Courgette
How strange
That I can love you in one form
And hate you in the other
Two meals, just a day apart
I say thank you for both
Catch the eye of my brother
Smile sheepishly
Tactfully spend an hour
rearranging rice, hoping no one notices
You laughed when you found out,
Said, “I thought it was your favourite”
20 years I’ve kept this secret
The guilt kept me up that night
I’m no good at being honest,
But I tried, I really did.
Seasons
Easter egg hunts with the neighbours. We read because Mum does. Breakfast as we wake, something simple. I pick out the inside of my baguette; and make soldiers who stare back at me. My dolls are in their buggy. Read me a story. Chocolate milk and brioche. I’ve sat so still but can I leave, please?
The summer birds are back again, a family of swallows. Running through sprinklers. I argue with myself, should I be silly or serious? Picnic packed, salt for the tomatoes. Jelly shoes at the river. What’s for dinner? Tapenade on the terrace to go with the Aperitif. We pick and share. The door is open. Mamie pipes in through the kitchen.
Come in, come in. Don’t let the warmth out. Papi has an iPad now, he listens to the opera out loud. Homemade Crème de Marron, but we’ve never picked the chestnuts with you. A tradition I’m scared we might lose. I hide from every photo, even at your anniversary. The sweetness of a tarte Tatin. Please forgive me.
“Que tu as grandi!” Heartbreak for a second, hugging by the Christmas tree. I’m taller than you now. A full table. Soup for supper. The top bunk from my bed has gone. Dicing carrots. The house fills with the rich smell of rabbit. Get the nice plates out. Flipping through the photo albums. Look at you, at us, back then.
À Table
AHHHHH
TAAAB
LUH
It echoes up the house
Bouncing off the ceramic tiles
A call to action
The table is ready, and so are we!
Check napkins mark our seats:
Red, yellow and green for me.
Origami on show for all to see.
We rearrange the glasses:
No wine for me, not yet
Yes, please.
Bring out the mustard!
We shout through to the kitchen
Eyes widen with glee as Mami walks in with the meat
Hurrah! Now take a seat!
Water and wine
A few too many cornichons
Pass down your plates, it’s too far to reach
Knives and forks at the ready
We eat.
Shopping list:
-
Tomatoes
-
Carrots
-
Mamie platting my hair in the middle of summer
-
Watching the weather on TV together
-
Boardgames in the kitchen
-
Radishes
-
Green beans
-
A group hug where time stands still
-
Burns from the seatbelt on a 40-degree day
-
To be little, before I was big
-
Leeks
-
Ham
-
A teenage tantrum with no consequences
-
Licking the jam pot clean
-
Playing hide and seek
-
Lettuce
-
Rice
Courgette
How strange
That I can love you in one form
And hate you in the other
Two meals, just a day apart
I say thank you for both
Catch the eye of my brother
Smile sheepishly
Tactfully spend an hour
rearranging rice, hoping no one notices
You laughed when you found out,
Said, “I thought it was your favourite”
20 years I’ve kept this secret
The guilt kept me up that night
I’m no good at being honest,
But I tried, I really did.
Seasons
Easter egg hunts with the neighbours. We read because Mum does. Breakfast as we wake, something simple. I pick out the inside of my baguette; and make soldiers who stare back at me. My dolls are in their buggy. Read me a story. Chocolate milk and brioche. I’ve sat so still but can I leave, please?
The summer birds are back again, a family of swallows. Running through sprinklers. I argue with myself, should I be silly or serious? Picnic packed, salt for the tomatoes. Jelly shoes at the river. What’s for dinner? Tapenade on the terrace to go with the Aperitif. We pick and share. The door is open. Mamie pipes in through the kitchen.
Come in, come in. Don’t let the warmth out. Papi has an iPad now, he listens to the opera out loud. Homemade Crème de Marron, but we’ve never picked the chestnuts with you. A tradition I’m scared we might lose. I hide from every photo, even at your anniversary. The sweetness of a tarte Tatin. Please forgive me.
“Que tu as grandi!” Heartbreak for a second, hugging by the Christmas tree. I’m taller than you now. A full table. Soup for supper. The top bunk from my bed has gone. Dicing carrots. The house fills with the rich smell of rabbit. Get the nice plates out. Flipping through the photo albums. Look at you, at us, back then.
À Table
AHHHHH
TAAAB
LUH
It echoes up the house
Bouncing off the ceramic tiles
A call to action
The table is ready, and so are we!
Check napkins mark our seats:
Red, yellow and green for me.
Origami on show for all to see.
We rearrange the glasses:
No wine for me, not yet
Yes, please.
Bring out the mustard!
We shout through to the kitchen
Eyes widen with glee as Mami walks in with the meat
Hurrah! Now take a seat!
Water and wine
A few too many cornichons
Pass down your plates, it’s too far to reach
Knives and forks at the ready
We eat.
Shopping list:
-
Tomatoes
-
Carrots
-
Mamie platting my hair in the middle of summer
-
Watching the weather on TV together
-
Boardgames in the kitchen
-
Radishes
-
Green beans
-
A group hug where time stands still
-
Burns from the seatbelt on a 40-degree day
-
To be little, before I was big
-
Leeks
-
Ham
-
A teenage tantrum with no consequences
-
Licking the jam pot clean
-
Playing hide and seek
-
Lettuce
-
Rice
Courgette
How strange
That I can love you in one form
And hate you in the other
Two meals, just a day apart
I say thank you for both
Catch the eye of my brother
Smile sheepishly
Tactfully spend an hour
rearranging rice, hoping no one notices
You laughed when you found out,
Said, “I thought it was your favourite”
20 years I’ve kept this secret
The guilt kept me up that night
I’m no good at being honest,
But I tried, I really did.
Seasons
Easter egg hunts with the neighbours. We read because Mum does. Breakfast as we wake, something simple. I pick out the inside of my baguette; and make soldiers who stare back at me. My dolls are in their buggy. Read me a story. Chocolate milk and brioche. I’ve sat so still but can I leave, please?
The summer birds are back again, a family of swallows. Running through sprinklers. I argue with myself, should I be silly or serious? Picnic packed, salt for the tomatoes. Jelly shoes at the river. What’s for dinner? Tapenade on the terrace to go with the Aperitif. We pick and share. The door is open. Mamie pipes in through the kitchen.
Come in, come in. Don’t let the warmth out. Papi has an iPad now, he listens to the opera out loud. Homemade Crème de Marron, but we’ve never picked the chestnuts with you. A tradition I’m scared we might lose. I hide from every photo, even at your anniversary. The sweetness of a tarte Tatin. Please forgive me.
“Que tu as grandi!” Heartbreak for a second, hugging by the Christmas tree. I’m taller than you now. A full table. Soup for supper. The top bunk from my bed has gone. Dicing carrots. The house fills with the rich smell of rabbit. Get the nice plates out. Flipping through the photo albums. Look at you, at us, back then.