Drop and Give Me Zen

06/11/2022

This is to the men.

I feel it
The sharpness
As I run a single finger over the bow of your lip
A bow that launched a thousand words
That spoke of a thousand histories
None of them your choice
The same story
Set to repeat on loop
This is a purgatory of the masculine

Like the cloth loops you bind and weave around your wrists & knuckles
As if somehow the softness of cloth could protect you, from your own sharpness.
As you rise
A boxer in the ring
A hero to some, a villain to the rest
And all you had to do was be man
To be hated and adored
Engineered to walk as the saviour in our story or the one to tear it all down in another
Nothing in between
Shuttling between the two
No time to land between the footwork you’ve been taught
Not knowing you could pivot my love
The shortest line joining any 2 points is a straight line.
If a point moves in only one direction, we get a straight line.
If a point does not move in one direction, we get a curve.
A softness. An eternity. A choice. A new way.

Man took something soft and starched it into a point
Sharp straight lines
The architecture of your jaw, your life, your conditioning
I wish you knew
That its the places between the sharp and straight that are magnetic to me
In the way its the space between the notes that make the music
The softness between the stubble on your chin that meets my skin in closeness
And when your perfect shirt folds and wilts in the breeze
Sighing
This is the only flag I love

There is a special type of importance in looking at the things we leave out
For it is softness that we find aliveness.
Like the shell without its creature
Hardened emptiness, just the sound without the ocean
A ghost of what could be

I know you’re trying
But it only works when we are all trying
So old can surrender to new
Tearing down an ungodly house
And the hope of standing in the rubble
So I’m here to tell you
That there is nothing more powerful than a man who stands in soft grace
Choosing love is heroic
Be the wind, soft, felt by all
And whenever you doubt do what feels most clear and alive.
That’s where you’ll find you.

31/10/2022

Scariest part of Halloween is you finding out I’m in charge.

Do what I like so here have a flash sale - use code SPOOKY10 for treats 🐰

Laters blood suckers

30/10/2022

Which way to the mansion? A rabbit walks home alone at night. By

30/10/2022

29/10/2022

Just teared up in the world because i have never missed anyone so much. You are my heart that beat outside my body to a beat

This time last week little sis ###x

28/10/2022

Well I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.

Yo what’s the scariest thing about Halloween? The plastic waste. Get creative + Try this instead…

DIY fully thrifted Lara Croft outfit:
- Silver Catsuit - Brick Lane Vintage Market
- Chest Piece - A Go Pro holder for pets worn backwards
- Utility Belt - Hand made + stitched + clipped mobile phone (gun) holders + wallets to it.
- Leg Holster - Depop
- Boots old
- The clip on pony tail? Better we don’t talk about why I own this 🤘😂🙈

27/10/2022

A moment, forever.
And it starts with a breath.
Last week on a honeysuckle golden Friday in Amsterdam + I stitched little pieces our hearts into a combined live music, spoken word, breath + meditation set for first event.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to describe what happened it that room. But it was the most raw tender thing .. strangers reaching for a hand to hold in the moment.
Maybe I’ll share the words I wrote for it. Maybe I won’t.
But I know they’ll never taste as sweet as they did that day. ✨

18/10/2022

I sat down to write this + I hoped that something would flow from my fingers.
But to try + turn this feeling into poetry would be contrived. This feeling IS the poetry.

We SOLD OUT of x .bare before dinner time + I may have swore down the whole of Moorgate + scared some people + proceeded to cry.
But bloody hell. We did it. We really did it. And it’s because of you.