Chrome Diaries: White x

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Spring and all of it’s glory brings with it new, fresh things to become well acquainted with. Be it fresh flowers that induce those of us with Hay-fever to simultaneously smile and sneeze, or fresh ideas with the aspirations of trying new things, Spring always promises the surprise of a novelty in one way or another. This Spring, I intend…

Bit-Bear SA x

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Every so often, something brand new and innovative in the fashion market silently comes in and promises to change the game a bit, taking away the element of predictability that tends to come with the industry at times, and replacing that predictability with something worth shooting and making a post about. That deserving brand is the new bow tie brand…

Gloomy Days, Warm Soul: The Vow x

And where the clouds were nothing more than a blanket over the blue sky, covering the promises of a new day’s sunshine & dampening no less than the sun-kissed souls that awaited a new hope in the sun daily, she chose to be the light that darkness couldn’t take away, to be the stars that heard whispers of other’s wishes…

‘Why Do I Love This So Much Again?’

With the first two weeks of my training for the Soweto Marathon having finally started, I must say that my expectations were somewhat of a stark contrast to the reality of beginning to run again after procrastinating for a month or two. Much like I always tend to do, I imagined beautifully endured strides, with little to no effort at…

Pretty Pastels & Industrial Illusions x

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Every so often, an unplanned photo-taking adventure renders to be one that reminds you how much you actually love being behind the camera. Being a blogger, I enjoy every aspect of my personally styled shoots (except for getting changed and unchanged in my car – confession). However, I also love the idea of only bearing the pressure of getting the…

The Birds That Flew By x

Lonely bird, with wings flying far & fast, Flew right through the clouds that were made of her past, With nothing but the sounds of whistles through the air, The clasps of her claws held onto nothing, not even a care. Beautiful bird, with wings alight & with star-bright gleams, Looked different to the others, a warm heart none had…