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Last time I was at my grandmother’s house in Normandy, she called me into the basement to show me something. It was a box full of notepads, sketchpads and pencil cases, all the pages used, all the pencils blunt. It was all the thoughts I’d ever had as a child, all the stories I’d started and never finished, all the poems, drawings (mainly of horses and dresses) and registers (if you didn’t play[...]

Introducing: The Unconventional Hustle

February 5, 2015

Musings

Pride. Pride is a personal matter. Nobody tells you to feel proud, nobody tells you to stop. It’s just you, yourself and a great big cheesy grin. Pride is what happens when you have a final product, be it physical or theoretical, that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, whilst at the same time making you a little bit nauseous because of how much God damn work you had to put into it.con[...]

When the wind blows right through you…

December 25, 2014

Musings

As planned, Dublin mainly consisted of me having a flagrant disregard for people's personal space by pointing the camera in their rosy faces. But that's how you get the best pictures... And if they spot you, just ask for a smile! Here are some of my favourites, featuring places and faces from Dublin City, Bray and Dùn Laoghaire. Taken on a Canon 600d, most pictures edited in Lightroom afterwards.[...]

Sunset

December 24, 2014

Musings

Every time I think I've taken some cool pictures, Mack steps in and reminds me that he is indeed the King of All Things Creative. So that's that. Not all bad being the other half though; I get some pretty snazzy selfies out of it. A Mack-Morris Collab. Dùn Laoghaire pier, sunset, December 2014.

Champagne Socialism and Cold Paella

December 18, 2014

Musings

My other half and I rarely argue. Which is nice. There are, I think, two reasons for this: the first is because – and this is to the extent where it is genuinely creepy – we are more or less the same person. We were considering making our parents meet and deciphering the expressions on their faces to be able to come to the conclusion that there had been some cock-up some 20-odd years ago (I’m rea[...]

London on a rainy night

December 13, 2014

Musings

London, December 2014... My dahling of an other half is the most creative person I know - he does pretty much everything, from branding to videography. He recently donated his old Canon 600d to The Morris Foundation (that's not a real thing), as we're off to Dublin next week and I wanted to be able to take some shots of the city for myself whilst we're there. And because, anything he can do I can obvi[...]

The Six-and-one-Half Pound Superman

December 2, 2014

Musings

I wrote this a few weeks ago but for whatever reason didn't get round to actually putting it out there. I've just stumbled across it again however, and thought it was appropriate for this lovely time of year... Or maybe I'm just being weird and girly. Either way, hope you guys enjoy it.continue reading[...]

Queuing Is For Peasants

November 29, 2014

Musings

Another 'what I did today' post from The Morris here (I've got some controversial shit coming your way soon, fear not oh cravers of the extraordinary...) continue reading

A Strange Week

November 27, 2014

Musings

Bad things happen to us every day. Trivial things (today I cried because I forgot my Apple ID), and monumental, life-changing things (I also drove past a horrific car accident, the outcome of which I truly think would have been a mortality). As we grow older we get exposed to the things that we were protected from as children; the things we only ever imagined to appear on a movie screen come to life in[...]

Back to the Longchamp Life

September 28, 2014

Musings

I never do any "this is what I did today" posts because frankly, unless you're Beyoncé, nobody wants to see that shit. But a) I haven't actually written anything in a while and I'm worried I've lost touch with the English language and b) tomorrow is Day 1 of The Longchamp Life... Again. What is said Longchamp Life? It's where you have to carry so much shit around in your handbag that only those sup[...]