jess pace

My sister Rach was going to a ball on Saturday (how grand!), she demanded I take some shots of her, they turned out pretty good! She had her hair and makeup done at the Leopard Lounge in Newtown, Sydney and they did a pretty good job!

http://www.milenahair.com.au/

missingheart:

I couldn’t help myself yesterday, as I was running through a supermarket at full speed with a basket in my hand looking for items for work, I had to get them. In my basket there was a bag of apples, a bottle of water and some soup; but when I saw them I could not resist:

Kong Foo Sing Fortune Cookies.

They use to be an institution in my life, I would have a box a week. I would buy a box for friends who felt like life was grinding them to the ground. I would buy a box when life was grinding me down also. I would keep the messages in a jar and offer them to friends who came round, just to get an injection of wisdom and positivity between bouts of “Excitebike” on my NES. I would use the messages as filler in gift boxes for friends and maybe the occasional girl I was crushing on. I would bring them to parties and laugh my ass off at people trying to read the messages in an incredibly drunk state. I would shove the most meaningful message in my wallet just so I had a positive message whenever I was plunging deeper into the bowels of debt. I would recommend a box to anyone whenever they needed a confidence boost. I really had them as a beacon of good merit and positivity in my life, and all it is really is just perfect words crammed into a cookie. Simple.

Somewhere along the way in the past 5-6 years, I had lost my way with them. No ideas into ‘why’ springs to mind, but I had forgotten about them, and usually at times where I had no injection of knowledge or good fortune in my life. And suffice to say, when I saw the black box with red and White writing on the front, I was compelled to once again welcome them back into my life.

So, I bought them. The shop owner looked at me confusingly as the contents of my basket were zapped and bagged, but I paid quickly and sprinted to my car. I turned the ignition and sped off, whilst fumbling for the cookie box in my passenger seat. I opened them and thought, “OK, this message is for you…”

I cracked open the folded triangular treat, and fished out the message, and cast my eye on it’s contents:

‘An unexpected friendship will prove long lasting.’

And just like that, it flooded my mind with all those incredible moments in my life that were forgotten, and instantly reminded me of the time where the grrrl and I met; as two strangers working at a dry cleaner hitting it off passionately. The cookie welcomed itself easily back into my life, and coincidently freaked me out instantly.

So then I thought, “this one is for the grrrl…”. I tore open another cookie and pulled out the message;

‘You are original and creative.’

It nailed who she is in a single line, a creative dynamo with artistic sense and warm thoughts. Perfect.
Event though coincidence and chance were more likely to be the catalyst in the way I had felt due to reading such messages, it really felt like fate and the universe were communicating with me once again. Sure, to you these are just the messages written on paper and baked in crust, but to me it’s something more than that. It was a moment where reality and the abyss were synchronised into my thought patterns again, and I was awakened into believing my placement once again…

- heart missing?

This has to be my favourite picture so far! This was taken over the weekend at the Regional Park, I organised a Winter Picnic with a bunch of friends, the highlight was our attempt at forming a pyramid! Sooo much fun.

wolfandelf:

…could they return from this double exposed ghost like state? For the love of various gods, I hope they can!

I saw these pants at the markets and instantly though of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants!

Marrickville markets.

wolfandelf:

Lady Elf looking sweet, cooly approves the plan, but before they execute the grand plan hand in hand…

wolfandelf:

Nothing in these pockets whatsoever, yet still looking smug and slightly bashful, Mister Wolf constructs and escape plan…

wolfandelf:

Lady Elf approves the place, her smile radiates the room…

wolfandelf:

The partners that are Mister Wolf and Lady Elf in crime enjoy a single moment embraced in each others arms, before exploring the house, not for loot, no…

wolfandelf:

Partners in crime and style, Lady Elf joins in to check out the place…