Mood: Theme

Be Your Own Valentine

With Valentines Day just a hop skip and a fluttering heartbeat away, this last week has had me thinking a lot about that loaded four letter word – love.

Being a single woman rapidly approaching 40, I felt a little uncomfortable with the idea of dishing out dating advice or sharing my somewhat limited ponderings on love, so instead I’ve decided to share with you what I have found to be one of the most fundamental lessons when it comes to love…

In the past when I found myself crying into a cup of organic cocoa over the guy I swore was going to be the one… I would scrutinize at which exact point I lost myself in the relationship. Generally, the answer would be “in the first 0.3256 seconds”… and in that moment I would remind myself the next relationship I was to embark on, would be one with self. Continue Reading →

A Vintage Christmas

Yep, its that time of year again where I gather all the old books once belonging to my Grandparents and Great Grandparents and create a cool little vintage style tree for our studio… So simple, so easy and such a nice way to bring family together who are gone but never forgotten.



Womanly Curves.

One of the things I constantly work on in my life, is the level of acceptance I have of my own ever changing body. Nothing frustrates me more than listening to my girlfriends whinge and complain about their bodies. I suppose its because after years of knowing them, I don’t even notice the ever-so-slight drooping of the bottom, or the sagging of stomachs, or even those bits of skin we have aptly named the ‘ta-ta’s which they claim they can feel flapping in the breeze when they wave goodbye.

Sadly, I feel an unhealthy emphasis is placed on the shapes of our bodies, rather than a much more realistic focus which needs to shift from body beautiful to simply being happy, healthy and most importantly accepting of our shape at any given moment. Our bodies constantly change throughout our lives depending on our age, the time of month, if we have been lucky enough to be blessed with the gift of child bearing, or if we’ve just eaten a massive delicious and sustaining meal.

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Double Exposed

There is something of a whimsical and ethereal component to double exposed imagery, a dreamy quality which almost demands you stop and take a closer look.

With two images rolled into one, I can’t help feeling the force of those two images combined, making a greater impact telling two stories in one, and thus creatively having a stronger influence on the viewer.

Here are some of my current favourites… which ones make you stop and look, and ultimately think and feel more deeply?

Ghostly Wonders

Are you one of those people who can easily freak yourself out at night just thinking about ghosts? I am. It’s like sharks, I don’t mind if they are there, I just don’t necessarily want to know about it when I’m happily swimming in the ocean.

Embracing Rain…

Whether it cleanses your soul, or just plain annoys you, rain is here to stay it seems, always has been, and there’s not much we can do about it.

Personally I love the rain, I’m about ten thousand times more productive when it’s cold and miserable outside, and I’ve learnt of late to embrace rain by donning a rain jacket, and surrendering to the fact that I will very possibly arrive home sodden wet and shivering, but isn’t that what hot showers are for?

I’ve been walking my dog along the beach of late, even when it’s pelting down. It’s something I’ve actually grown to like, a deserted wild beach all to myself, crazed crashing waves, dark skies and a feeling of freedom, even self-importance in being the only brave one to venture out in such conditions. My dog doesn’t agree with my newfound approval of rain.  He tries to shelter himself as close as possible to my legs but I’m sure he’ll get over it.

This post is dedicated to the beauty of rain, and the feelings it evokes in us, let that be joy or frustration.

Skate Boarding

I live in a small and breathtakingly beautiful beachside town on the far east coast of Australia. It is famous for its pristine surf beaches, alternative lifestyle and the bohemian gypsies who flocked to the area in the 1970s and never left.

Every evening at sunset, local skaters gather at the beachfront car park where hippies beat at drums to call out the closing of another day in paradise. Tourists gather to watch the sun setting over the distant mountains, and skaters of all ages, who have devised their own unspoken dusk ritual of sharing the car park with the coming and going of holiday makers, and locals in cars as constant as the waves that crash on the shoreline.

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Dancing Shoes

This image was taken at the Merry Garden Ballroom, Chicago, Illinois in 1931. It is believed to be the longest recorded dance marathon in history. This particular dance endurance contest began on August 29th 1929, and didn’t stop until April 1st 1931!

Mike Ritof and Edith Boudreaux claimed first prize of $2,000 cash, and the marathon record. Unbelievably they danced for a total of 5,152 hours and 48 minutes!

Dance marathons became a popular fad in the 1920′s and 30′s whereby entrants would stay on their feet for extraordinary long periods of time. These dance endurance contests as they were better known, attracted literally thousands of people who were enticed by the idea of fame, notoriety and in desperate times monetary prizes.

In my view, this haunting and disturbing fad of yesteryear, is akin to the Reality TV shows of today.

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Marilyn Monroe & JFK

These arresting photographs initially seem to be images of Marilyn Monroe and John F. Kennedy sharing intimate moments from the night Monroe performed ‘Happy Birthday Mr. President’ on  Saturday, May 19th 1962 at a celebration held for JFK’s 45th birthday at Madison Square Garden.

The truth is somewhat different. These photographs, which have been circulating the net for quite some time now, are in fact staged paparazzi shots using look-alikes by English artist and photographer Alison Jackson.


In her work Jackson says,

‘Likeness becomes real and fantasy touches on the believable. The viewer is suspended in disbelief. I try to highlight the psychological relationship between what we see and what we imagine. This is bound up in our need to look – our voyeurism – and our need to believe.’ Continue Reading →

The Sisterhood of Surfing

When I think of female surfers and the history of surfing, Gidget is the first thing that springs to my mind. In 1957 Austrian-born Holocaust survivor Frederick Kohner, titled his novel Gidget, The Little Girl With Big Ideas. His novel was based on the adventures of his daughter Kathy, her friends and the surf culture of Malibu Point.

In 1956 at age 15, her mother urged her to explore the outdoors, so Kathy bought her first surfboard for $15. She instantly fell for the lifestyle and pushed for acceptance from the other surfers, sometimes bribing her way to local status by trading her peanut butter sandwiches for chances to ride. Kathy hung out with notable surfers such as Miki Dora, Mickey Munoz, Dewey Weber, Tom Morey, and Nat Young, and was soon dubbed ‘Gidget’ a fusion of girl and midget.

Based on what Kathy told her father about her trips to Malibu, and after he discovered and read her journal detailing her surfing adventures, he went on to write Gidget, The Little Girl with Big Ideas, which sold over 500,000 copies.

Several years later in 1959 Frederick Kohner sold the movie rights to Columbia Pictures for $50,000, where he had been a screen writer. He gave five percent to his daughter.


Frida Kahlo

Although Frida’s birth certificate states she was born on July 6, 1907, she claimed her birth date as July 7, 1910, as she had allegedly wanted her year of her birth to coincide with the year of the beginning of the Mexican revolution so that her life would begin with the birth of modern Mexico.

Frida suffered lifelong health problems. Many of her health problems were the result of a traffic accident she survived as a teenager. Recovering from her injuries isolated her from other people and this isolation influenced her art works.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

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Bella Ballerinas

Since I was a little girl, like most little girls I’d imagine, the concept of growing up to be a ballerina was something which entertained my thoughts on a regular basis and evoked a feeling of wonder and delight within me.

So when my Mum enrolled me in ballet class at the age of 6 or 7, I will never forget the throat constricting excitement mixed with fear which consumed me on that day of my first ever ballet class. I remember holding Mum’s hand and walking down the path in my pale pink tights and podgy little bottom held snugly in place by my pink cotton leotard with every step I took towards the front door.

I also remember my nasty ballet teacher, who took an obvious disliking to me, telling me constantly that I was frumpy and heavy footed and in no way built to be a ballerina. Continue Reading →

Mannequins. Eyes that Follow You.

Mannequins freak me out little, particularly ones from the 1930s to 1980s. Those succeeding and preceding those times seem to be fine. I’m not sure if I’m weirded out by the eyes which seem to follow me around the room or down the street, or if it’s that stupid placating almost dreamy expression on their faces.

To be honest, their proportions kind of annoy me also, for no other reason than women in today’s society are made up of a plethora of varied and equally beautiful body proportions, not just the stock standard 36, 26, 26 (or whatever it’s meant to be). Continue Reading →

Nautical Necessities

To accompany this theme we decided to showcase one of our
more nautical inspired one-off collectible pieces.

‘Our Lady of the Vast Ocean’ is a stunning exclusive piece handcrafted in our Byron Bay studio. Featuring a vintage nautical brass pendant, ostrich egg shell disk beads from Kenya, cowry shell clusters from East Timor, solid brass cowry shell pendants, antique decorative glass beading from Nepal, with wooden and glass beading on knotted hemp with an adjustable brass chain.
AUD $369

Underwater Love

Being a Scorpio, one of the water signs, anything to do with water entices me. From a young age I would submerge myself in the bathtub and let the sounds of my world drown out to nothingness. I even enjoyed doing the dishes and still do.

My Mum tells a great story which I vaguely have a memory of, from when I was about 4 or 5 years old. It was a weekend and in my cutest little 4 or 5 year old voice, I’d asked Mum if I could help by doing the dishes for her whilst she was outside gardening.

We had a set of tall breakfast bench seats made from pinewood, one of which she brought over to our double stainless steel kitchen sink in preparation for the task at hand. She then filled one of the sinks with warm soapy water to wash the dishes and then the other with plain warm water to rinse the dishes. Mum propped me up on the seat, put a dishcloth in one hand and left me to it.

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W O O D S T O C K…. A Weekend Firmly Planted in Musical History.

I’m not really a festival type of girl. Large crowds kind of freak me out and I seem to experience this type of over sensory sensation like a child on Christmas Day charged up on lollies, then given too many presents. It’s a cross between elated excitement, anxiety and confusion.

If I was born back in 1969, or even in the festival attending age, I would definitely love to have been a part of Woodstock. Not only was it a notable moment in history, it was so much more than that: a gathering of free spirits, wild ones, music lovers and a group of people who unknowingly would undoubtedly shape generations to come.


I’m not much of a daydreamer, other than spotting a cute guy in the fruit and vegetable aisle of the supermarket, then for the remainder of my shopping experience, I imagine we have fallen madly in love, married, raised beautiful children, fallen out of love, then into hatred, and finally amicably divorcing all by the time I’ve made it to the express checkout with my milk and bread, and perhaps two other items of necessity!

So this post is dedicated to all those daydreamers out there, the ‘real’ ones, not just the phony ones like me who only do so in the supermarket or when I see a super attractive man.

P A R I S – If the Truth be Told.

Although I love the idea of Paris, I have to be sheepishly honest and tell you I’ve never been. But what’s more embarrassingly so, it’s the tale of a lone orange which has stuck in my mind and holds me back every time the city is mentioned.

The story of the lone orange was a travelling tale told by a fellow Australian: He visited the capital almost a decade ago with his mere Grade 8 knowledge of the language (a darn sight more than I possess let me tell you). Upon entering a café where beautiful women ate egg whites all around him, he asked the waiter for an orange juice.  After several moments, and possibly a chorus of chuckles from the kitchen, the waiter returned with a glass vessel in hand holding a minuscule amount of orange juice in it. When my friend asked quite politely (in English) “where is the rest of the juice?” the waiter replied, “Sir, you asked for an orange juice… and this is the juice of an orange.”!



There is something eerily beautiful about mist; small droplets of water suspended, floating silently through the air, thickening it like a cloud of hazy nothingness. Water yet to be risen.

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Caravans… Reminiscing about Family Holidays

As kids Dad would take us on trips to our caravan. It was kept at a place by a majestic lake on the outskirts of Victoria called Eppalock. The idea of spending our summer at a miniature house on wheels was always exhilarating. It was a place where we would water ski, hang with the other kids, play from dawn to dusk, eat peanut butter sandwiches, swat flies, and enjoy charred meat from a barbeque every evening.

I remember the jingle of the milk, ice cream and lolly truck every early morning and late afternoon, where swarms of kids would come running from every direction with pocket money in hand, pushing and shoving their way through the small crowd to get their hands on a red-skin, or a Sunnyboy ice block. Continue Reading →

Celebrating the Fro

It’s impossible not to notice a good afro, or even a bad one for that matter. I love them regardless if it’s a vintage style afro sported with a pair or bell-bottoms, or it’s a more unruly one belonging to a child.

All afros, regardless of what era they are from, seem to unequivocally demand our attention. They are like a walking art instillation, often wild and unruly. Only the brave would attempt to tame such a beast.

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Wild & Free

When I ponder the words ‘wild’ and ‘free’ the imagery that arises for me is centred around barren dusty vast landscapes, wild horses, naked bodies adorned in feathers, sun kissed skin and the odd pair of cowgirl boots.

I often wonder what it would be like to live in the desert with all its apparent limitless space to contemplate life, birds with the grandest of wingspans gracefully soaring overhead and the biggest, brightest most twinkling skies the night has to offer.



Ms Moss

Ms Moss is undeniably a chameleon of epic proportions, a modern day muse and undoubtedly one of the most photographed women of today.

Although Kate has been around for what seems to be an eternity, she has only really come on to my radar in the last few years.  With each image that graces itself across my eyeballs, I find myself muttering out loud “wow”, “oh wow”, “WOW”.

Here are some facts about this incredibly diverse and talented woman you may not have known.

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Growing up, often you are drawn to those qualities or physical attributes in people, which you don’t possess yourself. In my case, I was always secretly stealing glimpses across the classroom or the playground at the only red haired girl in our class. Her looks bewildered me; flaming red tangled hair, beautiful pale almost translucent skin and freckles on her face for every star in the Milky Way.

I was often teased at school, not for the colour of my hair, but for the dark tone of my European skin. She was also taunted fiercely about the way she looked from the other, more generic Anglo-Saxon looking students.  I can’t remember her name, but I bet she is a true beauty today after blossoming into all her womanly magnificence.

Fathers Day of a Different Kind…

I like to think Angels walk amongst us in everyday life silently appearing, protecting and wrapping us in their wings during our darkest moments.

I lost my Dad suddenly when I was 21 and clearly remember amongst those first few weeks of chaotic and intense grief having these extraordinary moments of beautiful reprieve where a feeling of utter serenity, peace and unfathomable love would wash over me from head to toe, lasting only moments.  I liken it to the feeling of diving under the lip of a wave, allowing it lick the skin from the head to toe restoring and soothing something within.

I truly believed in those micro moments my Dad had metaphysically wrapped his arms around me, kissed my forehead and had given me a pure and flawless dose of the love and strength I needed to go on.

This post is dedicated to all those who have lost their Fathers… speak to him in your heart today, you may just feel a reply.

x Nicoletta.



“Leap and the net will appear” – John Burroughs

Taking a leap of faith is easier said than done, but like most things in life it tends to be the thoughts we create around the event ~ let it be jumping from a height outside our comfort zone, or simply calling that boy we’ve liked for ages ~ that seem to physically and emotionally paralyse us more than the actual act itself.

There is strange feeling of freedom, liberation and almost a dichotomy of anxiety blended with excitement that exists when we face up, push our fears aside, say ‘what the heck’ and do it anyway.

For me personally the greatest regrets I’ve had in life are not from giving things a go, but rather from letting opportunities slide past me in life.

… Ray Bradbury the American Author once said: “Jump and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall”.


Feeling Fabulous with Floral

SPRING: The air smells different, the birds seem chirpier than usual today, as do my housemates.  Flowers undeniably add that extra splice of beauty to each day. Lift your head toward the sky, smell the air, smile at a passerby, take an evening stroll, open your eyes to the beauty of Springtime, and DEFINITELY pick yourself a small posy of natures little wonders to pop next to your bedside or your work desk.


float•ing (flō’ting) – adj. Having little or no attachment to a particular place; moving from one place to another.

From as young as I remember, I recall having the ability to float in my dreams, jumping off random cliff tops into the breeze and gently floating downwards close to the shoreline where waves crashed violently on rocks covered by seagull poop… That particular image is still so vivid in my mind and inspired me to share these dazzling images with you.