I grew up in Cairns, a perfect geographical container of colour and heat. And still, all that I long for is the cold, grey concrete of Dublin. I returned momentarily in the winter, and I knew that I was home. From the Kevin Street Flats in Dublin 8, the night lights of December shone in and out of the small window by my single bed. The difficulty of leaving was eased only with the assistance of back-to-back episodes of Soupy Norman.
Wednesday, 30 December 2015
Sunday, 27 December 2015
I found my way back to Ireland for The Christmas. I first travelled to Wexford on the insistence of Laurel in 2004. Her mother had heard that she was living with a girl from Australia in Dublin; and was highly concerned that my own mother was half a world away. I consequently inherited a new family who took me in as their own. Every Christmas, I become dangerously homesick for Wexford and my Other Other Family.
Friday, 18 December 2015
We arrived in the seaside town of Positano, Italy in the night time. When we woke, the hills and the ocean were so handsome, we did not know what to do with ourselves. And so, we did nothing. Christmas was upon us, and the place was quiet and just as it should be. I almost heard unspoken poetry in the cracks of the stairwells. Almost. Silenced by the cold, hard fact that I was on tour with the most unromantic, unsexy couple in the history of the universe.
Saturday, 22 August 2015
Paul and Beth convinced me to come out of photo retirement for one wild, glorious day of wedding shenanigans and high-jinx. Our friends and family proceeded to take over the Northern Beaches where we grew up to become the upstanding citizens that we are today. This small selection of photos are here to highlight the beauty (as opposed to the madness). I bloody love these fellows.
Sunday, 4 January 2015
My friend Dylan can make knives. They are beautiful and heavy and pleasant to hold. In the coming months, he will begin teaching the good folk of Cairns to do the very same as a Blacksmith would. To learn more about Dylan's unique classes, visit the Cairns Knife Making website here or call 0400 226 110.
Aaron and Carmen travelled from the other side of Australia to get married in a little patch of Far North-East. With them, they brought the most marvellous entourage - a group where the line between family and friendship was so beautifully blurred. Upon arrival at this big house in the Port Douglas wilderness, I soon forgot that I was a professional amongst complete strangers, simply trying to get through a day's work. Their hospitality was superseded only by their consistent hilariousness, and once again, my faith in true love was completely fortified.