Slow vlogging to reflect on our new life in Sydney.
It feels like a melancholic summer. When the sun is licking your forehead like a friendly dog in your friendâs house. But you still miss home.
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Itâs been a month since our move. We slowly get to know this place. It feels right and despite the challenge of second immigration, everything coming together, in its own pace. We miss New Zealand every day, though. Writing this makes me wanna cry. In a good way. From appreciation how lucky weâve been to have made our home there. And itâs always going to be home.
Meanwhile, thank you Sydney. We will keep exploring!
Every day is a âwho the hell knows what my hair will doâ kind of day.
Hair has always been one of the ways Iâve tried to feel in control when life isnât going to plan. It feels almost symbolic. For so long, appearance was one of the only things women could control, a way to express themselves when other parts of life werenât theirs to shape.
Even now, with the independence I have, I still think about my mum. In her hardest moments, she would put on makeup, do her hair, get dressed up and somehow return to herself. I could see her confidence come back. Her energy would shift. The bigger her hair, the bigger her energy felt.
And yet, Iâve never had consistently good hair days. At 37, I still havenât fully figured out what works and what doesnât. In a way, it mirrors life. I canât even fully control my own hair, let alone everything else. But I can control how I respond to it.
So, being a bit of a control freak, I started recording myself on different days, when I liked my hair and when I didnât. It became a small act of letting go. A gesture of acceptance.
Because maybe control was never really about fixing everything into place. Maybe itâs about learning to exist with the unpredictable, without losing yourself in it. Hair does what it does. Life does what it does.
And somewhere in between, you soften your grip, recognise yourself in every version, and realise you were never here to control, just constantly observing and becoming.
Wardrobe Sale!
@vladtichen & I are selling some of his stylist archive and my pieces that we wonât be bringing with us to Sydney.
See more photos in the new post @katya_brook
DM if you are keen on any of the piecesđ§Ą
LA p1
The dry hotness of this city, so spread and gritty, and dreamy, and open with a friendly smile, and a range of spicy food. Hugging you with the heat and the softest sun and endless traffic (at 11pm in the night).
I am definitely coming back for more. X
