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Over the summer I had the privilege of shooting Enchula's first campaign featuring model's Alisha and Adhel Enjoy!  
 
 
   
    
   
 Shooting for new Kenyan jewellery brand 'Enchula' in Magadi, what a joy! 
 
 A couple of weeks ago I went to the village to visit my family. |
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“A daughter is someone you laugh with, dream with, and love with all your heart.”
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Looking forward to shooting with Jasmine and Bush Princess this weekend.
In the meantime, here are a few more from the last session
In the meantime, here are a few more from the last session
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So much fun shooting Nia for Pantene.
Such a beautiful soul inside and out.
Such a beautiful soul inside and out.
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Family photoshoots are top of my list at the moment.
I love capturing the natural moments that parents and their children share.
Here are a few from a recent shoot.
Enjoy x
I love capturing the natural moments that parents and their children share.
Here are a few from a recent shoot.
Enjoy x
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On Saturday my sister and I attended the first of Fitsum Berhe's free art classes at 'THE GOAT SOCIAL CLUB'.
I instantly fell in love with the space, so much to look at and such a relaxing environment. The combination of fresh coffee and beautiful art is like no other.
If you're looking for someone funky and fresh in Nairobi then The Goat Social Club is most definitely the place to be.
I instantly fell in love with the space, so much to look at and such a relaxing environment. The combination of fresh coffee and beautiful art is like no other.
If you're looking for someone funky and fresh in Nairobi then The Goat Social Club is most definitely the place to be.
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It's always a pleasure shooting with Petronella
Glad that we managed to fit this one in before she left for the UK!
Enjoy x
Glad that we managed to fit this one in before she left for the UK!
Enjoy x
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Last week a couple of my friends and I took off down Magadi road to visit my Masai friends.
I was delights to see the amount of rain that they're having and could barely recognise the landscape, it has been transformed. The grass has shot up creating a beautiful green carpet dotted with beautiful white flowers.
My friends have been planting and are flurishing.
It still amazes me how easy it is to get so wrapped up in daily life and superficial things. Visiting this village always brings me back to basics. The simple joy and happiness at a little rain is absolutely beautiful.
Count your blessings.
I was delights to see the amount of rain that they're having and could barely recognise the landscape, it has been transformed. The grass has shot up creating a beautiful green carpet dotted with beautiful white flowers.
My friends have been planting and are flurishing.
It still amazes me how easy it is to get so wrapped up in daily life and superficial things. Visiting this village always brings me back to basics. The simple joy and happiness at a little rain is absolutely beautiful.
Count your blessings.
Before I headed over to the UK I did a creative portrait session with the beautiful blogger Krupa Mandavia.
Below are some of my favourites from the shoot.
Enjoy x
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For more images from this photoshoot head over to Krupa's blog www.krupamandavia.com/2016/04/06/quartz
A few weeks ago I did a stylised shoot in my studio, trying out new lighting ideas with my Elinchrom D-Lite Flashkit...
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If you're looking for a peaceful getaway, look no more! Head over to Silole Sanctuary.
Early morning start in Nairobi National Park
Giraffe greeting the sun
Rose on the roof
Breakfast in the Park
Entering Silole Cottage
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Inside the Cottage
The cottage veranda that overlooks Nairobi National Park
I had the privilege of ending off the year with Jeff and Amrik's wonderful, wilderness wedding!
Here is a little preview from the special day, many more images on the way...
Here is a little preview from the special day, many more images on the way...
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For anyone who knows me relatively well will know that I can't stop talking about how much I love Jacaranda trees!
I've decided to do a little project called 'Where the Jacaranda falls'.
Send me your favourite images of where the flowers have fallen and I will add them to my collage which will be featured here on my website!
In the meantime, here are some of this seasons beautiful Jacaranda's along Ngong Road.
Enjoy x
I've decided to do a little project called 'Where the Jacaranda falls'.
Send me your favourite images of where the flowers have fallen and I will add them to my collage which will be featured here on my website!
In the meantime, here are some of this seasons beautiful Jacaranda's along Ngong Road.
Enjoy x
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Poetry by Carlo Saio
Barefoot soul, sketched
through chicken wire lenses
floats in spaces criss-cross
vexing her body,
as the pixel splattered
frey of her borderless image
stirs shy dust with the pulse
undulating earth into the clover
clouds she palm pockets, above
the valley's tread of herself,
where they peer at her, behind
the stare she has learned not see,
she falls under night, green
glowing larval markings
defend her mapped moist wings
through chicken wire lenses
floats in spaces criss-cross
vexing her body,
as the pixel splattered
frey of her borderless image
stirs shy dust with the pulse
undulating earth into the clover
clouds she palm pockets, above
the valley's tread of herself,
where they peer at her, behind
the stare she has learned not see,
she falls under night, green
glowing larval markings
defend her mapped moist wings
and she hatches a face
with the dark's parasitic grains,
crests a butterfly in the waves
her wingwind orchestrates
surging in dream
she sees them playing,
begging to invent the infinite
incapacity of her world,
and so, the unconscious stirring
stippling her shadow,
grows
the more
it's light is hidden
Barefoot soul, live
in the art the word
has taught us to forget
with the dark's parasitic grains,
crests a butterfly in the waves
her wingwind orchestrates
surging in dream
she sees them playing,
begging to invent the infinite
incapacity of her world,
and so, the unconscious stirring
stippling her shadow,
grows
the more
it's light is hidden
Barefoot soul, live
in the art the word
has taught us to forget
Over the last few weeks I've been working with the lovely people over at Kipato Unbranded and one of my favourite models Alisha Garufi. Below are a couple of the images that I've done for them, click here for more images and to check out the beautiful jewellery that they have to offer.
It's been a while since our last collaboration but we're back, wonderful words by Carlo Saio.
I can hear a child
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out of the anaemic silence
of the sun’s warp, daydreaming
in the dark Classroom’s depth
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a child,
begot and beaten into learning
how to live behind the blood’s
bottled confusion of skin,
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The endless conflict
of a porous bruise,
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out of the anaemic silence
of the sun’s warp, daydreaming
in the dark Classroom’s depth
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a child,
begot and beaten into learning
how to live behind the blood’s
bottled confusion of skin,
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The endless conflict
of a porous bruise,
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leaking into morning’s ritual
of Mamas laying out makaa
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out of the fire of yesterday,
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Hens cluck songs from fear
and men hear the struck screams
of themselves, distantly-
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in the choral playground of today’s
concealed imitation of tomorrow,
leaking into morning’s ritual
of Mamas laying out makaa
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out of the fire of yesterday,
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Hens cluck songs from fear
and men hear the struck screams
of themselves, distantly-
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in the choral playground of today’s
concealed imitation of tomorrow,
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games are stone scratched
on the sands of the moon, blind
folded hopscotch frames
in which to resolve
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But tell me when, when
does one ever grow up?
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to become perfectly chiral
to the prism jar, glassed
in the existence
of a hemorrhagic past?
games are stone scratched
on the sands of the moon, blind
folded hopscotch frames
in which to resolve
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But tell me when, when
does one ever grow up?
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to become perfectly chiral
to the prism jar, glassed
in the existence
of a hemorrhagic past?
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