Weekend snapshots at Lilliput

Saturday, October 10, 2015

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A little peek at the happenings in Lilliput stores (think tapas, wine, Kate's cakes!) for the food festival this weekend.  Between this sweetness and L. Mulligan Grocer (favourite gastropub for all the right reasons) - Stoneybatter has secured a soft spot in my heart for a long time to come.  It's a good place to be this weekend.

ps. If you're out and about- the full programme is here.  Thank you Kate for letting me use your camera to capture some memories! xo

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

We're all just walking each other home.

Ram Dass

What you write on rainy days

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

DSC_0228 ''Your magazine life'' was what Adam said when I showed him this blog.  It made me laugh and cringe at the same time.  Laugh because I know that those that read this blog are friends who are (more often than not) on the ends of conversations where they've heard (as of late) my frustrations over losing my laptop to a hot cup of water spilt over the keyboard, the limbo period of waiting to find out if data could be restored, work, illness, project deadlines, another bout of illness, new relationships and the general weariness of being on some days.

Cringe because it is most definitely not a magazine life.  And also, because every now and again (and sometimes just when you need it), someone offers you what you need most- perspective.  (Note: one look at any newspaper will do that straight away)

Lately, my schedule has been varied.  Full on or undeniably slower paced.  I tend to function better in fast-paced and full; less overthinking and questioning, more quick, decisive action.  The slowness is something I want to work on.  Talking to friends, we are all working on something or other.  There is a natural ebb and flow to it: lost, found, lost, found.  But we're around to help each other through it. The gratitude for that sort of thing is constant.

I read this recently on Sam Shorey's page and it hit a chord: 

But what I really didn’t expect is that it would take a super human level of energy and tenacity just to get through the day. To do the tiny, life sustaining stuff. Like cooking dinner. Like making it to the post office in time to mail bills. 

And the trouble is … this work is invisible. We don’t ever see it. We don’t ever give ourselves credit for it. And we rarely applaud each other for it either. 

There is no bridal shower or promotion party or Pulitzer Prize for doing the laundry. 

It's true. So friends, this is me giving you credit for all the daily things you do that may go unnoticed. This is me applauding you.  

From a very not- magazine life.  (For the record)  

ps. This post by Laura Marie on letting go is also well worth the read.

Oysters in the city

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Seafood has not always been at the top of my list of dinner suggestions.  The first time I had an oyster  it was potent- the fluid jelly consistency, the overwhelming taste of seawater/brine, the after-taste, it was a  new and unaccustomed flavour admittedly to a very childish palate at the time.  Over the last year however, with the introduction of some pretty incredible spots in Dublin- I cannot get enough of the humble oyster.

On its own, with a mignonette (a sauce of shallots, vinegar , pepper) or fried, suddenly this world of sea is clicking with me.  Our most recent trip to the tiny space in Temple Bar that is Klaw basically made me want to find any excuse to go back every weekend.  Niall Sabongi of Rock Lobster fame created magic there and the taste of the Caesar ( a version of the Bloody Mary: a delicious concotion of clam broth, tomato juice and possibly a bit of alcohol) is just all sorts of perfection to accompany.

With this Indian summer weather we're having right now and the likes of the Cliff Townhouse and Fish Shop to add to the mix, oysters really are a lovely little guilty pleasure right now.


Thursday, September 24, 2015

DSC_0451 DSC_0436This past weekend, I had the lucky opportunity to second shoot with the inimitable Christina Brosnan at a wedding in Drumoland Castle. To think it was a little over two years ago that I first tagged along with her (these images were from that day in Ballyvolane)!

Having this sort of space on the internet is like having a visual memory book to see how all of those little dots of past opportunity start to connect. (Even in the midst of lots of trials and errors and genuine periods of insecurity!)

Yet another nod to Holly and her memorable advice to use blogging as a catalyst to create a beautiful, inspired life.  I've been sold on that idea ever since.

''You know all those things you've always wanted to do? You should go do them.''

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

It took me a long time to realise this: we get to choose what defines us.

Sarah Addison Allen

A peek at chic: Kate O'Dowd

Sunday, September 20, 2015

This lady! Tracing back to our first meeting in a wedding photography workshop then creating images and working for her in the first issue of BASH and then onwards from there to IMAGE Brides- she is a sheer delight.  Editor extraordinaire, loving expecting mummy to her second, beautiful wife and just a genuinely good person, I am so excited to share an interview of sorts, snapshots and a bit of her sweet style and words here.  I tend to liken her to an Irish Jenna Lyons but she is most definitely her own unique brand of Kate O' Dowd.

The inspiration central of all things effortlessly chic. DSC_1143 DSC_1188
One thing that people would be surprised to know/find out about you.
I peruse the ALDI Specialbuys brochure every week and get excited if they have microfibre cleaning cloths in ice-cream shades.

Had you ever taken any career test, life advice that told you what you were 'supposed' to be i.e. a vet, a lawyer, a palaeontologist? 
In fifth year, I had a lovely English teacher who told me that I should be a journalist, so I was like "OK". Impressionable youth. I imagined a life like Carrie Bradshaw's. DSC_0016 DSC_0062
Best thing about writing?
You can pretend to be much cooler/ cleverer/ chicer than you are in real life. Also, when you trim away the external forces like deadlines, objectives and egos, you're really just telling stories, which to me is the loveliest, most therapeutic way to spend your time - and that's my job! I know I'm very lucky that I get to work at something that feels so natural. DSC_0353 DSC_0355
Best romance movie. Best style in a movie.  Best thinker movie.
Best Romance = Betty Blue.
Best Style = Betty Blue (Beatrice Dalle was just so hot and cool)
Best Thinker = Weekend, which is a romance, too, but really gets you thinking about love and what it means to different people. Yes, I'm a hopeless romantic.

Best thing about your day-to-day that people would be surprised to know.
I have quite a lot of Best Things, but none of them are very glam. When Teddy wakes up and clings to me and I feel instantly important. When Ive dropped Teddy to creche (phew) and am no longer being clung to. When I finish a feature that I'm proud of or get shoot images that are better than I imagined. The little walk home with Teddy, when he tells me about his morning. When I get a surprise (one of seven lego flowers I'm gifted with on a daily basis) or an unprovoked I love you, while we're walking to the playground. When The Dreamboat Dadda gets home and takes over both child and Mamma-minding. Ice-cream. DSC_1121 DSC_0044 DSC_1215
Skin and beauty advice that you wished you knew way back when.  
That the condition of your skin is the best indicator you have for the condition of your insides. If there's something unsightly going down on your face, don't just erase it; try to figure out where it's coming from. Otherwise, not only are you dissing the genius of your body's communication system, you're probably not going to find a permanent solution, anyway. picisto-20150920064655-287674
Best advice you've ever been given?
That there's beauty in imperfection (Leonard Cohen gave me that advice). I've always been acutely aware of my own faults, but only as I've gotten older have I grown to accept them - tried to change what would make my life, or those in my life, happier - but, mainly, it's just clicked with me that "nobody's perfect" isn't a cop-out; it's a not-at-all-depressing fact. I've also learned to own what's good about myself and because I recognise there's a lot more good than bad, I'm a pretty happy person, compared to the wild me of my twenties.

Girl crush central.  A massive squeeze and thank you to Kate for letting me share!

An E.E. Cummings Poem

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Always a bit of a sap for most things, literary works that find an arrow straight to the heart are usually bookmarked straight away for safe keeping. I sent this poem on yesterday to a friend looking for a wedding reading but sharing it here now makes me feel like it would be just as sweetly endearing to a friend welcoming a new child.  Not my usual type of post, but feeling all of the feels as of late.

A definite keeper.
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you DSC_0005 here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
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I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

-E.E. Cummings

This Saturday

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Early morning wake ups, yoga with kindreds, pancakes and Temple Bar strolls.  Sports matches cuddled up on the sofa. Excited conversations about nothing and everything.

Quality time--it's simple and sweet and all sorts of happiness.

Just a little note to remember this feeling.

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