March was so incredibly generous, and yet here we are nearing the end of April and I still haven’t shared anything.
Images from the best month sit in a folder, waiting. They matter too much to rush, and rushing is all there ever seems to be time for.
Some scenes with @flockhartjodi wearing @sondeflor on a rainy Daylesford morning, at the beautiful grounds of @sault_daylesford . The earth just begged us to forage.
I’ve decided I’m suspicious of anyone without whimsy.
#daylesford #cottagecore #slowliving #editorialphotography
A small reintroduction of sorts.
I’m Nikki, creative director at @heistcreative , photographer, and storyteller based in Sydney. For a decade, Heist has been the full introduction. This fledgling account is where the rest of me lives: editorial travel photography, documentary work, fine art prints, and the unpolished, unscripted side of a creative practice that was always bigger than one category. Hello, it’s nice to meet you.
#creativedirector #editorialphotography #travelphotography #documentaryphotography #storyteller
Doorways of Cartagena | Should you find yourself crushed by the weight of requiring an epic narrative to accompany anything you post, it is possible that three years has elapsed since wandering the streets of Cartagena with your best friend @hanmeagher and capturing these photos.
Cartagena’s old town is a walled colonial city of coral stone and heavy studded doors. Sometimes, bougainvillea spills from grand balconies. The doors were status symbols; the grander the door, the wealthier the family. Just outside the walls sits Getsemaní, historically where the poorer communities lived. What they lacked in resources for those grand colonial doors, they made up for entirely in colour.
The most alive thing about any walled city is always what grows just outside it. And also if it reaches the third anniversary of your travels, perhaps it’s time to walk through the doorways of sharing…
#editorialphotography #travelphotography #cartagena #doorways #condenast
Last week I shared the story of Ye Gas, the T’boli chanter, across my stories.
And now I’ve just learned it’s been published by @dailytribuneph because my dad quietly pilfered it and submitted it. (Thanks Dad)
Which feels like a sign that it’s time to let this tale live on the feed for real.
I know links on Instagram aren’t really a thing (hello, link in bio), but I’m leaving it here anyway for posterity:
.ph/2026/01/23/ye-gas-is-alive-and-well
At my core, I am a maximalist: a lover of colour, texture and abundance. Restraint has never really been my language. I am drawn to places that spill over.
Six years ago in Bali, I met Gal, a nutritionist living locally, and instinct took the wheel.
We found ourselves at a roadside fruit stall, where nothing asked to be photographed and yet everything deserved it.
File this under: Places that ruin minimalism for me
#cntraveler #travelphotography #editorialtravel
Never have I ever related to a piece of audio more 😂
I am someone who needs solitude in greater quantities than most people, and I’ve often found that difficult to explain. (I have so much appreciation for the people I hold dear who have similar dispositions or understand this quirk, and lead social invites with “only if you have bandwidth”.)
My brain doesn’t idle. It runs background processes constantly. Pattern recognition, social forecasting, emotional scanning. I clock dynamics in rooms before conversations have even started. It isn’t loud work, but it is continuous work, and to have a sensitive nervous system in a world obsessed with pace is taxing.
I’ve come to realise that being a hermit isn’t a phase. This appears to be permanent 😅 #introversion #homebody #infj
If ever you are sleeping away from home, and are roused awake at 4:30am by the sound of static, perhaps it’s just a friendly photography phantom telling you to get outside because the light is the perfect shade of unreasonable beauty.
And so you go. Barefoot, half-dreaming, following the fog as it unravels over a field of grazing cows.
File this under: Tales from a Berry side quest
#berrynsw #visitshoalhaeven #southcoastnsw #feelnsw
Field notes from the in-between. This is the part no one teaches you to name, the liminal space between knowing and arriving, and the tender choreography of becoming someone new. I don’t think I’m alone here. (Feat. Images I took at Red Cow Farm, Sutton Forest)
How do you bottle the experience of a day spent wandering and foraging at @glenmorehouse ?
Mickey’s over thirty-year-old garden gave generously. @jardinebotanic taught guests to see and make in bud vases and sculpture, and @kimpsmith and Mickey fed everyone from the same earth they’d gathered from.
In my case, you just notice and document. The quiet industry of hands at work and the scent of jasmine drifting through (my favourite scent, brimming with childhood nostalgia!). It’s a garden alive with movement, conversation, and the bounty only time and love can grow. #glenmorehouse #garden #sydneyphotographer
A postcard moment of the inimitable Mickey Robertson and @jardinebotanic in the garden at @glenmorehouse - where beauty is grown, gathered, and shared.
More to come x
