THE BARBARA

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A fun afternoon with some lovey friends, rah and poppy. We shot the new Barbara sunnies by Poppy Lissiman.... "the new petite, slightly cat eye and a little bit Lolita-esque" describes Poppy. Had so much fun pulling together the outfits above, I'm completely in love with all the pinks in the first look- especially Poppy's fairy pink dress 😍😍😍😍. I pulled together my wardrobe favourites, Ganni, Sandy Liang, Golden Goose, Zara, All Saint and Dress Up.

Photographer ANGEL genius Rahkela +++++ www.rahkela.com
Brand: poppylissiman.com

Just some crazy random stuff for you to enjoy. 

Vicki and I found this jacket.. we bought it together because their was only one left and neither of us were kind or selfless enough to allow the other to have it for themselves. We then wanted to shoot it, though it had to be a the MOST awesome / greatest / coolest shoot to give the jacket the justice and respect it deserved. It's just too cool.... it's reversible too :000000
We had no creative juices left for style / shoot ideas. So we made this stupid video instead. I cannot dance and Vicki is still in the learning processes of film and video. I feel like we both did a pretty great job, well one of us...

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the lost garden

A girl once grew up in a small garden, covered with jungle like natives hanging low, allowing dappled light to seep in. With her pearls and silky frills she would put on her very best to go out into the garden where her fairy tales came to life. She made friends with all that lived beneath her toes. She spoke with the wind as it brushed by -  sharing it her secrets so she wouldn't have to hold onto them - too beautiful to carry they were. She found beauty in everything.  Beneath the hanging tree she gave life to the leaves that had fallen and picked the seemingly withered roses- for true beauty was not found in perfection. She knew a beauty that many others did not.  She fell into many sleepless nights excited for the new dawn of possibilities. 

As she grew, the garden made her wiser, stronger and more intelligent. It fashioned her for freedom and love. She always found home in the garden. Passion drove her to share the stories of beauty found in the wild foliage. She knew that she couldn't rest in this perfect utopia forever- and if she did the world would never know of what it held, it was soon to be taken away from her. The Beauty found was now to be given… 

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These photos were taken in my grandmothers garden, a garden that is over 50 years old. Its beautiful and wild, filled with all sorts of blooms, trees and the greenest of grass. As I type this, it is to be razed to the ground- the garden has to be destroyed. Poison was found in the attic of the house. Everything must go. Deeply devastating. Or seemingly so. The healing and love and golden life that wrapped us in this garden is worn by each of us as we carry the found love stories into new fields.

The lost garden found in each of us. 


Photos by my mother
Written by Bella Thomas
Words edited by Erica Yi