Bubblegum dreams.


It only seems like yesterday that my husband and I were packing our bags to spend two months overseas.

Suddenly it’s two months away from the end of the year, my waist has officially disappeared, and next week I’ll be five months pregnant. For reals. My time now is divided between researching prams, completing the last of my deadlines, and turning to my husband every so often with a knowing glance that in a few months’ time, we will never be able to sleep in (or travel so carefree) again.

Within a few days I’ll also not be able to get away with wearing this bubblegum pink playsuit again because anything with a zip has become the root of all evil, as far as pregnancy is concerned. So I whipped this playsuit out today for errands and fish and chips in the sunshine. Belly is definitely about to pop!

In collaboration with Topshop | Wearing Topshop Cut-Out Playsuit, Simone Leopard Sunglasses, Mid-Heel Sandals, Daniel Wellington Lady Sheffield watch.

A new take on classic style.


I love this time of year. It’s finally becoming a little warmer to warrant bare legs with a couple of extra layers. Speaking of, one of my favourite finds lately has been this Topshop trench coat (the other being something I picked up on sale from Country Road yesterday – will post this one soon!). For years I’ve been on this eternal search for a classic trench in the right shade of tan and after a few contenders (which I later ended up selling) I think I’ve found The One in this Topshop number.

Being a fairly average 5’4, it’s hard to find a coat that’s the perfect length for me as well as something that fits neatly at the shoulders. I also have to accommodate my growing bump (it’s somewhere there, promise!) with everything I’m wearing these days. I paired the trench with this season’s lace-up shift dress for a marathon meeting with our builder last week. With a million things to think about and organise in the coming months, I’m all about easy dressing at the moment.

In collaboration with Topshop | Wearing Lace Front Dress, Trench Coat, Snakeskin Lace Up Flats, Daniel Wellington Lady Sheffield watch.

An Adventure with Alex Hotel.


As far as overseas travels go, Jamie and I have always favoured small, design/boutique hotels over large, fancy establishments. We’re super independent and self-sufficient travellers – mostly out of sheer necessity, always being on a shoestring budget and all that.

So it goes without saying that we jumped at the opportunity recently to indulge in a little staycation with the new Alex Hotel in Perth. We’re both such inner-city urban nerds and have a thing for innovative design and architecture, so we’ve been anticipating the opening of the new boutique hotel ever since construction started a couple of years ago.

Notwithstanding one golden nugget of advice every parent has given me so far; to learn how to do everything one-handed…and to do all the things you can now that might be difficult to do once the arrival of a baby flips our entire world upside down lol.

An itinerary was thoughtfully put together for our two-day stay. We’re both born and raised in Perth but rarely get the chance to (or never really think to!) do things like seeing theatre performances or spending an afternoon at the gallery.

After dropping our weekenders off and soaking up the incredible room that was ours for the night, our itinerary kicked off at the nearby Art Gallery of Western Australia (which I ashamedly haven’t visited since I was in primary school). They had this incredible video installation upstairs – a Screen Space – which was my favourite part about the whole experience. The installation that’s showing at the moment is a piece by Angelica Mesiti, who documents the individual and heartfelt performances of four migrant musicians. As someone who can’t stomach the patience to sit through a movie (I’m so Type A it’s embarrassing) I could have lost myself in Screen Space the whole afternoon. With the latter half of our itinerary spent having the most incredible dinner at Lot Twenty, then catching a live performance at the Blue Room Theatre next door, it was the perfect kind of mini babymoon we could have ever imagined, without getting on a plane.

I am such a homebody at heart though, so to be completely honest, having a chance to put our feet up at the hotel was never far from the back of my mind or from the agenda. We took the next morning really slow; having a little complimentary breakfast up on the amazing mezzanine, then heading downstairs for a coffee. The vibe and the thoughtful touches reminded me of the design hotels we’d stay at in Stockholm (Story Hotel was such a standout), as well as Oslo and Helsinki; adventures a million miles away but memories we’ll keep forever.

Travel has aways had a funny habit of making me learn more about home whenever I leave it, and our little staycation made me realise what Perth has been missing all along.

Photography by Michelle Lau | thanks so much Laura + Alex Hotel!

Love at first scent.


When I was little, I spent most of my summers at my grandparents’ place, moseying around their backyard. I was six, whiling away the afternoon collecting a bounty of grapes, tiptoeing to smell my grandmother’s blooming rose garden, and climbing their apple trees until the sun went down. There was a decrepit wooden swing that would sway precariously from one of the branches and I remember often climbing into it, and staying there for the rest of the day collecting all of my six year old thoughts.

That was 25 years ago, and while the trees are gone and my grandparents now both rest in peace, the nostalgic scent of green apples and memory of that afternoon still lingers to tell a thousand stories.

My recent work for Miu Miu’s new fragrance takes me back to my childhood in all of its rebellion, mischievousness and insouciance.

The weather was absolutely terrible for half of this shoot so much of the photos are of me standing in the rain (while much of my time post-shoot was photoshopping raindrops off the perfume bottle). It was a few days after my grandfather passed away and it all hit home a little too much because I ended up having a hormonal meltdown and an ugly cry in the middle of the most amazing tulip field. It goes without saying though, that my best work always comes out of adversity.

See the story on Vogue here.

Styling by me | photography by Jamie Lau.

How to pack for a weekend escape.

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It goes without saying that travel has been – and still is – a huge part of my life. With the arrival of our little bebe in just under five months’ now, our travels will become more and more of the weekend road trip variety to escape the hum of the city, whilst still being close to home. As selfish as it might seem our love of travelling is probably the biggest reason we didn’t start a family earlier and though I have no regrets, I’m really looking forward to living a more grounded, settled life instead of jumping on the next plane every few months!

As much as I have loved exploring new, far-flung places (though not so much the 30 hours in transit on four different planes!) the idea of mini weekend escapes are something I can’t wait to do more of. I have a couple of trips down south planned before the end of the year (before the home stretch of the third trimester begins!) and now that spring is here, it’s such a perfect time of the year to soak up the sun in idyllic locations.

Little holidays in short doses are so much more fun to pack for, too. All it takes is a little bit of planning but mostly just throwing whatever you have on hand in a large weekender.

This month, I’ve shared what I typically pack for a weekend escape for Country Road. For those travelling to Perth in the near future, you’ll also find a few of my very favourite places to eat, sleep, and relax!

Read the full post here.

Vogue Spy Style: A Forever Ring For Every Bride.


I can’t ever remember a time in my life when the lowest of lows ran like a hurricane through my highest of highs in a matter of days. It’s been hard to catch my breath over the past week. As deadlines and work keep piling up, so does the grief and the feelings of loss and all the tears that run like a river and have hit the pillow at midnight. Sometimes I can’t quite figure out what’s worse – the agony of seeing one of the most important people in your life suffer beyond comprehension… or the pain of losing them forever.

I’ve since thrown myself into work; sometimes it’s the only way to keep going, ironically enough.

Just before my grandad passed, an opportunity with Hardy Brothers and Vogue presented itself for Jamie and I to flex our creative muscles (and for me, especially, to revisit a dress I wore on my wedding day) to put together an engagement ring editorial at the Alex Hotel.

Our wedding was probably one of the last happiest memories I have of my grandad. A few days before, we were told he only had 24 hours to live, but like always, he fought back like mad to see me walk down the aisle that weekend.

That was almost five years ago, and though he was sadly never the same person after that, the privilege and the memory of having him there on my wedding day will stay with me forever.

So this is an ode to all the forevers in our lives… whether it’s an eternal memory of a loved one, a sentimental token of love to symbolise an unbroken union for eternity, or simply someone we have to make memories and magic with for the rest of our lives…we all have something to cherish.

See my Hardy Brothers story here.

Styling + creative by me | photography by Jamie Lau.

Part 2: A Weekend in Copenhagen.


My love for Scandinavia knows no bounds, from the moment I spent my honeymoon (and birthday!) in Stockholm, to being immersed in Nordic culture and cuisine a mere three months ago in Norway. Copenhagen, though, always has a place in my heart; forever fuelling my wanderlust to do it all over again before it becomes a wistfully distant memory.

These are five things on the itinerary my perfect weekend in Copenhagen would never be without.

Retail therapy

In the heart of town, the incredibly chic and beautifully merchandised boutique Birger Christensen is where I make a beeline. Slightly off the beaten track, I love exploring little boutiques along Værnedamsvej in Vesterbro and Pilestræde and Grønnegade for a little designer shopping as well as browsing inimitable Scandinavian labels. Don’t forget to drop into Hay (Østergade 61) – it’s Scandinavian homewares on fleek.


Rent a bicycle and see the city on two wheels.

The first thing that blew my mind about Copenhagen was the sheer amount of bicycles that seemed to outnumber cars on the streets. With quirky hidden back streets and rabbit warrens scattered throughout the city, the best way to see everything when you’re short on time is on a pushbike. My favourite neighbourhoods to explore include Parisian-esque Vesterbro, edgy Nørrebro, and beautiful tree-lined Frederiksberg. Don’t forget to rent a bike with a basket to carry all your Danish pastries and shopping home!

Culture fix.

The Copenhagen Opera House is one of my favourite works of modern architecture in the city. Perched along Copenhagen Harbour, the Neo-futuristic design building is the perfect place to end up after walking along beautifully Nordic Nyhavn, ice cream in hand.


For brunch, do as the locals do.

Granola in Vesterbro is a favourite, as is cosy Parisian-inspired café/wine bar Beau Marche in Ny Østergade. Beau Marche is tucked away at the back of its homewares and antiques store which also happens to be my favourite boutique in all of Copenhagen – I could spend hours endlessly browsing here.


Have the best – and most interesting dining experience – of your life.

I was lucky enough to secure a reservation at Noma (it took 3 months of patiently waiting, no less) but the three-hour lunch degustation was not only worth the wait but one of the best experiences of my life. I recommend putting this at the top of your Copenhagen bucket list.

Head over here to read Part 1 – How to Pack for Copenhagen.

Love was here.


I lost my grandfather last night, on the cusp of father’s day and a Sunday I’d ordinarily find sweet solace in before another week begins. I’ve spent the first half of the weekend on top of the world, then the latter half under it; because the worse moments in life are heralded by things like watching someone drift further and further apart from our clasp and watching them die before your eyes. Maybe it was denial or maybe time stood still because I held back the tears until it came fast and furious yesterday afternoon on a day that was as clear as blue with not a cloud in the sky and I guess it’s true what they say: The feelings of loss are like a signpost: ‘love was here.’

Photographs by Natasja, whom I’m thinking so much of on a day like today x