Posted on June 8, 2016
About a month ago now, I went adventuring – with my parents! And I left poor Jinn at home. Yes, I know I know, most of you are wondering what on earth possessed me and there were indeed some moments I asked myself the same. Being of the incredibly strong, stoic and self-sacrificing species that is commonly known as “the migrant parent” (holler if you know what I mean), my folks have never travelled a great deal, choosing to pour all their money and resources into funding my and my brothers’ education. I’d long promised to take them somewhere different, somewhere exciting, and these were a couple of our favourite stops.
The Grand Canyon is one of those places of such vastness and great age that you can’t help but see yourself and your place in this gigantic world with renewed perspective. Discovering that the beautiful natural phenomenon was created out of countless layers of soil laid over millions of years and then eroded and carved away by the Colorado River for millions more makes me realise that I’m barely a twinkle, a flash of a shooting star, across the face of this earth. And if that wasn’t enough self-contemplation to make me burst, we arrived to be welcomed by some rather inclement weather, causing me to bitterly rail against our tough luck. I was convinced that our trip was “ruined”! However the upshot was that mist, rain and unseasonal snow shrouded the iconic crags and knolls to create some truly spectacular sunrises, silencing my selfish complaints to a simple, awed “thank you”. (Props to Dad for getting up with me everyday in the subzero temperatures and pitch black dawn!)
Zipping down a few very picturesque highways to the border of Arizona and Utah into the heart of Navajo country, we made our way to the very different but equally striking Monument Valley, which was equal parts cultural experience as it was visual adventure. It’s no surprise that every western movie ever (plus probably every Jeep ad ever) was filmed right here. As we wound through the strangely shaped mesas and buttes, past herds of mustangs grazing and hear the unmistakable sound of coyotes howling in the distance you truly feel like you’re deep in another land. We spent the evening watching sunset’s dying light play shadow puppets with the unusual rock formations, and listening to the songs and stories of our local Navajo guide, Will Cowboy. (His real name, I kid you not.)
There was so much more I wish I could have seen and done, and after seeing these photos Jinn made me swear to return. There are worse promises I could make.
Posted on April 12, 2016
Meet a local love of ours. Okay, when we say local, we mean local to the gorgeous Californian town of Ojai. Whilst researching our road trip route, Jinn fell hard for the vibe and creative spirit of the place which is also home to the insta-perfect store, Summer Camp, and the cooler than cool Ojai Rancho Inn. Subsequently discovering Jack’s work for Four Leaf Wood Shop made a visit to Ojai an absolute certainty.
Welcoming us into his home and studio, Jack, is an absolute dude. When we dropped by, his business was still in its infancy but his knack and affinity for woodwork was already apparent, the start of something big. He had recently escaped life in the fast lanes of Los Angeles for the slower pace of Ojai Valley and swapped a very different job for the creative and tactile work of a craftsman.
Jack’s work stands out from many and I think it’s because he approaches the object’s function with the eye of a fine artist or sculptor, creating very unique shapes whilst respecting the natural knots and lines of the natural wood. His pieces make the everyday work of cutting, scooping, stirring, tasting, a ritual and a pleasure.
See more of Jack’s masterpieces here. My personal favourite? His cake knives are surpassed by none in beauty, form and function – you’ll be baking cakes just so you can cut them.
Product photos by Jack Gerard.
Posted on March 23, 2016
Introducing a new love in my life – Belmore. The quest for local, handcrafted goodness caused me to stumble upon Belmore’s Instagram feed and I was instantly smitten. Honest, no-fuss aesthetic meets fine, quality craftsmanship.
What makes Belmore even more unique is that their goods are manufactured in a 100-year old factory in Sydney from local full grain kangaroo leather to produce beautiful durable shoes and accessories with a life and story of their own.
P.S. They’re having a sale and shipping is free within Australia!
Posted on March 21, 2016
Good golly, where has all that time gone…? In all honesty it’s been consumed by all-work but that doesn’t necessarily have to mean no-play, and the time certainly hasn’t been dull. Jinn has been knuckling down to smash the crap out of a few exams, and I’ve been settling into a new job after a very hectic and often stressful year. All the more reason to come back to this space and create and express.
So whaddaya know? Western Australia has mountains – real, bona fide, actual mountains. Well, mini ones by global standards.
Over the deliciously long four-day Christmas weekend, we made the split decision to go camping. Lured by the views promised from the top of Bluff Knoll and other peaks around the Stirling Ranges, we had been feeling an increasingly insistent desire to detach and go hiking – so off we went. It was the perfect idea, the campsites were peaceful and secluded whilst everyone did the family Christmas thing and the weather unseasonably and mercifully cool for summer.
That said, the trip was not without hitches. Keen to get up those peaks, in embarrassing noob fashion we found ourselves with desperately low levels of fuel right smack bang in the middle of the sprawling national park with the closest petrol stations closed and enjoying their Christmas barbies. And let’s not forget to mention a certain person falling down a waterfall on our way back home through Pemberton. (Not me.) Despite the dramas, a couple of spats, and a few heart-stopping near-death experiences, we had an incredible time and will definitely be getting ourselves down here again soon.
Recommendations? Of course you’ve got to do Bluff Knoll because it’s the climb, and the highest peak, and do believe people when they tell you it’s windy up top – pack an extra layer, preferably of the windproof, windbreaking kind. However, we’d recommend Mount Trio as it’s nestled amongst a bunch of other small mountains and provides magnificent views too. Be brave and don’t mind a bit of rock-scrambling. Sunset views are just breathtaking so remember to pack head-torches for your descent.
Posted on November 30, 2015
Sometimes it’s hard for me to get out there and meet new faces. Growing up, I don’t think you could have met a more silent child than me, I was the product of being the youngest of a bevy of siblings and cousins who were more than happy to speak and think for me and a self-esteem so low that it often felt like social situations would cause tight chains to paralyse my voice and I preferred to pay more attention to words and worlds books could wind around me than the gaze of others. Things have changed, but that small girl still grips my heart once in a while because she is still me.
Last weekend we went to the Secret Garden. We enjoyed the company of many, and I always revel in the presence of those so free in expression, be it through body, music, art or speech. Judgement was something I feared from a very young age and to be in an environment completely free of it is a blessed feeling.
Surrounded by the deep greenery, black mud underfoot, the afternoon was whiled away with the best kind of people, the ones you feel free to be silly with (well, to be yourself with, which for me is truly very silly) and those where the conversation can be plenty or little, it doesn’t matter and it’s all good. The sun’s golden rays fell lower and lower until they were just peeking through the leaves and most departed to swim in the sea and we went on to enjoy a sunset film.
Happiness is freedom. You passionate, free people – you inspire me.
Posted on November 13, 2015
Boy oh boy, are we all in for a treat this weekend! Hot on the tails of the Open House Perth, Artist Open House Fremantle is on this Friday through to Sunday.
Seven Fremantle residences (all within walking distance of each other) have been filled with local art and beautifully styled into living, breathing galleries. This unique concept showcases art in the home, so we not only admire it but can better see how it could fit and enrich our own living spaces.
Exciting and new to AOHF is the Styled House, a collaboration with superstar stylist Jo Carmichael. Everything in this house from the art to the textiles to the furniture are for sale. We were lucky enough to be given the chance to have a sneaky preview look of this amazing location. As you can see from our photos, the place is just a dream, an absolutely feast for the eyes and unfastener of purse strings.
Well now you know what your plans this weekend are, start your day off at Ootong & Lincoln, not only serving up its usual tasty fare and coffee but also acting as the AOHF Headquarters this weekend! Be sure to head over to the Artist Open House Fremantle website to find out more details and download a map!