☆ ★ A girl is a gun. Let me be yours ★ ☆
After a busy run of projects, I’m opening up my books for a few new freelance clients. Got a brand you need help with, a story that needs telling or just some fresh campaign ideas? I’m ya girl
Journo by trade: Monster Children (current editor at large) + words in Harper’s BAZAAR, Esquire, to Be and many more mags
Current marketing clients: National beer brand, a local surf brand, sexual wellness platform
7+ years experience within the lifestyle/ culture industry across local, national and international brands & mags with the contacts to match
Can help out across anything writing and storytelling across multiple formats as well as:
✮ Editorial direction
✮ Brand voice development
✮ Creative strategy
✮ Campaign ideas and execution
✮ Marketing & distribution (emails, ads etc)
Feel free to get in touch via dm, email [email protected] and/ or share this with anyone who might need some extra creative hands. Big love to everyone going after it in 2026 ❤️🔥
We’ve been told from such a young age that happiness is this big all consuming thing. A moment we are in constant pursuit of and once we arrive, all of the heaviness that we each carry inside of us will automatically be replaced. As I get older the more I’ve learnt happiness isn’t big or conquering at all. It is not a prize we are gifted to by life but rather a collection of moments and the acceptance we will always be balancing hard and light things. Even in periods where it is not obvious to ourselves, happiness is always all around us, pinned and blooming in the things we often forget to pay attention to because we are always reaching for more.
Today I celebrate my greatest and steadiest source of happiness. My twin sister @bel.hetho . We have been by each other’s side since before we were even born which means I’ve had happiness next to, around and with me my entire life. What a joy and privilege it is grow old alongside you. Happy birthday to us.
Thank you everyone for the birthday love 💖
Almost a year ago I got a phone call telling me my twin sister had been airlifted to hospital after flipping her car and her brain copping a bad beating. From the hospital Bea called me close to 40 times, each time forgetting that she had just called me, which is easily the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced, if not for the fact I could land the same joke and get a laugh every time. It became very obvious very quickly that Bea would need constant support and so moving back with me was what was decided would be best for her recovery. It is hard define how a brain injury impacts a person and even though I know Bea better than I know myself, even I will never fully comprehend just how fucked it is. I can only form an understanding from watching the person I love the most struggle day in day out and not be able to do anything but rest to fix it. But if you know Bea you will also know there is no one else that would handle it with as much grace and positivity as her. I am truly in so much awe of her resilience, her attitude and her ability to still go up to boys and give them her number. She is still Bea and for that I am most thankful. This last year has been really, really tough. One I’ll admit now has also taken an enormous personal toll on me (my lifelong tough facade has finally been broken - asking for help is actually cool now). But it is also one that has shown me the silvers of joy that slip by unless you reach out and grab them. As I began to understand the sensitives like sound and light that would trigger Bea this really cool thing happened where I actually noticed senses more, like a crash course in being present. So much of this experience has been relearning that the small moments and gestures are what matter the most. That the meaning of a truly good friend. The check in messages, reserving the quiet tables and the intuition to pick up when the wheels were falling off never went unnoticed. Especially my roomies. I’ll never have the words to thank you guys enough. There is so much to be grateful for. I love you Bea 🤎
Interviewed @fontainesband for @esquire.australia a wee while back. Not included in this piece was the first 20 minutes we spent talking about what books we were reading. If you know me, you’d know that’s the way to my heart and to do that with one of my favourite bands? WHAT THE FUCK. Forever grateful. To more dreaming 💚
