Yesterday a fabulous job carrot was dangled in front of me. A serious role at a large design company. I was recommended by someone who I used to work with at another agency. A nice thing to hear. But big responsibility. Big team. Big goals. Part of me misses that world, and provided there are …
While I organised an event last week for a luxury property launch in Sydney, it cemented my opinion that there are different sorts of luxury. What luxury is to some, is merely mainstream to others. Yet luxury brands rely on the mainstream buyers to make their money. The designer fragrance from Gucci, the Miu Miu …
I was in the art class, looking at the naked model in front of me. The quiet chorus of titillation had dulled into a few red faces of the owners of the easels on the outskirts. The teacher walked around the room, ‘Look at him, draw him as you see the body, not as you …
I spent Sunday with my brother, who I cared for during his fight with a bitch of a blood cancer. I spent nearly every day for 5 months in the hospital, sometimes going back and forth several times a day (usually when I forgot something he needed desperately like medication or the iPad). Those long …
I have been thinking about parenting this weekend. Tonight, we had my son’s friend for dinner, who lived with us last year, which is a usual Sunday night thing. We watched The Voice and he told me he had blocked his terrorising parent from his phone and on social media. He’s sad but he’s at …
I’ve been sending meme’s of Idris Elba giving my daughter praise to keep her head above water as she nears the end of the semester, and her workload threatens to drown her. Idris makes everything better. You’re welcome. Meanwhile, I’m writing a Netflix pitch with Eddie, and yesterday we remarked how it was good Showrunners …
If you can’t trust a skinny chef, then I don’t trust a writer with a minimal desk with nothing on it but a laptop and some index cards. The published writers and credited scriptwriters I know all have a degree of their mind laid out on their desk. A corner of clutter, or a pile …
The reason I write about my house often is because I rarely leave it anymore. I am now an introvert, with an extrovert’s communication skills. I’ve since realised that leaving the house for me has to be worth the hassle of putting on a bra and shoes. This week I had lunch with one of …
Conversations with beloved friends about locking down your life. Not letting the bad energy in, or the crazy. Hence why I have moved to a house with a gate, a buzzer and a high fence, and I have raised the bar on my bullshit tolerance quota. I often quote Elizabeth Gilbert Try to lead a …
We moved house. Again. This time it’s just three of us, as my brother has moved out, totes cleared of cancer and with a great job. So yay for him! Seriously thrilled with his outcome. There was a time, two days before Dad died, when he was about to have his surgery before we knew …