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One of the biggest highlights of 2018 for me was collaborating with Nia The Light |
 This year has been such a significant year. 21 days | This shoot was really symbolic for me as it shows some of the different styles I possess. I think everyday woman should be able to unlock the different aspects of themselves freely without any judgement or fear of what others will think. Let your soul shine. You do not have to be one thing or look one way. The world we live in right now has such emphasis of people being in a group and sticking to that. I’ve realized it makes people feel safe and a part of something. So let’s all focus on building that sense of safe and home within us.  |
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Being a young woman has been full of so much growth. Most recently I have been discovering my sensual and confident side. I’ve always been very shy and an earthy kind of girl but the more I grow the more I want to discover different aspects of myself. My body is changing and the way I see myself is too. I’ve been single for a long time now and I think it’s such a liberating thing for me to grow through in my life right now because I am gaining an understanding of the kind of love I want to give to myself and the love I want to receive. I am setting my own standard because I am deserving of the love I keep trying to give to everyone else.
I’m in a space where I have an immense amount of gratitude daily for the life I live. Since I was 16 I feel like life just went by and I had all these amazing experiences but because of how jam packed it was, I didn’t get to truly live in the moment. Now that I have my own home, I spend a lot of time alone and I’ve found myself reflecting on my life and all of the things I have achieved.
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Over the summer I had the privilege of shooting Enchula's first campaign featuring model's Alisha and Adhel
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
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Shooting for new Kenyan jewellery brand 'Enchula' in Magadi, what a joy!
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A couple of weeks ago I went to the village to visit my family.
As usual my grandmother wouldn't sit down and went along with her routine, preparing maize for ugali flour, so as usual I took lots of pictures!
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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.
I LOVE travelling and have been lucky enough to make it a big part of my life.
In April I visited a new Country, Hungary. My family and I stayed in a lovely Airbnb apartment located right in the centre of the beautiful city if Budapest. I took over 1500 images on our 5 day trip but I've selected my favourites to share with you all in 4 blogposts; The Beautiful City Of Budapest, Budapest By Night, GoPro Budapest & Sunrise At The Fisherman's Bastion.
Enjoy x
In April I visited a new Country, Hungary. My family and I stayed in a lovely Airbnb apartment located right in the centre of the beautiful city if Budapest. I took over 1500 images on our 5 day trip but I've selected my favourites to share with you all in 4 blogposts; The Beautiful City Of Budapest, Budapest By Night, GoPro Budapest & Sunrise At The Fisherman's Bastion.
Enjoy x
Our balcony
Budapest In Bloom
The lovely Airbnb that we stayed in
The Fisherman's Bastion
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Signs of spring
Parliament
St Stephan's Basilica
Looking up...
Looking down...
The view from the top
Blossom behind the Basilica
Central Market Hall
My first tram ride!
This month I was lucky enough to head over to Budapest Hungary! I'm so excited to show you all the photo's from the stunning City...
Here's a little taster of what is to come.
Enjoy x
Fishermans Bastion
Gellert Baths
Budapest in bloom
Chain Bridge and Buda Castle
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
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
-
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?
A few weeks ago my boyfriend and I headed down into the Rift Valley to visit the ancient site of Olorgesailie. Turning off the bumpy Magadi road onto the white dust track that leads to the site was a lovely relief and as the dust flew up around us I was reminded of my childhood family trip to the wonderful place.
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We spent the afternoon wandering around the site, looking at the bones and ancient tools first discovered in 1942.
A lovely little cat accompanied us for dinner!
Beautiful Birds surrounded the banda
We drove up the nearby mountain, getting a wicked view of the valley cast in evening shadows.
As night fell, the sky lit up with streaks of clouds.
At night the heavens opened up revealing millions of starts illuminating the night sky.
This trip reminded me of how much natural beauty surrounds us here in Kenya and how much I love exploring it.
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