Weekend retreat with the mothership

26 February 2017

If I could spend every remaining weekend of my life in a deluge of prosecco in the middle of nowhere with my beautiful mother; then I would spend the remainder of my life A Very Happy Woman. 

Sometimes I really do wonder what I must have done in a previous life to deserve such a beautiful and kind person as a mother. I'd hazard a guess that I was some Ghandi, MLK, or Mother Theresa-esque super human because Mrs Leask is a genuine godsend. I swear to high heaven that I am not worthy of her overwhelming awesomeness and unnaturally pure heart. Almost nothing can beat her.

I say almost for one massive, great, big, fat reason. And that reason is this: BATHROBE. Yes, the one thing about this weekend that was better than my mum was being able to swan about in a bathrobe for almost 24 hours straight. Why oh why is life so much better in a bathrobe? I'm pretty sure that it's a scientific certainty that when one is sufficiently bathrobed up, life gets 100 times better. Fun fact: it gets 10000000 times better still if you're rudey nudey underneath because, y'know, FREEDOM.

Yep, it's a pretty short and sweet post because sometimes photographing shit comes a pretty big fat solid second to spending serious quality time with loved ones. That and the fact that we were too busy stuffing-our-faces and putting-the-world-to-rights to take many photos. I'm making this a quarterly event though, so expect to see some more bathrobe appreciation soon. Until then, keep up to date on Bloglovin', Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.

Life lessons in London +CitizenM

16 February 2017

I learnt something last weekend. And that something was this: that being able to turn on lights, open blinds, watch films, listen to any radio show or play any music all from the comfort of bed really is the pinacle of Made It. Oh yes, I can confirm that I am now a firm believer in the power of the smart bedroom. In fact, I’d go as far as saying that my life won’t be complete until I can leisurely lie in bed and use an ipad to request that a shepherd's pie sandwich be delivered to me via naked butler. And if I can't have that...well then CitizenM Shoreditch might just be the next best thing...




Would you judge me if I said that staying in this hotel felt like catching up with an old friend? Because I appreciate that's a weird way of characterising a hotel...but then I'm not entirely sure that I can describe it any better. Personalised greetings, wake up messages and cute little "CitizenM says" notes...I mean it really felt like this CitizenM bloke was a good egg. One you'd take home to mama. And I don't know how many of your pals can double up as a portable sightseeing, food and activity finder. #justsayin

The fact that one third of our bedroom was taken up with nothing other than BED was the cherry on top of an already pretty fucking fantastic friendship cake. And don't even get me started on the breakfast selection...



As far as chic and quirky hotels go, I'd say that CitizenM was hittin' up Lady Gaga levels of cool. While not exactly cheap as chips, you can rest assured that what you spend in money; you more than make up for in glorious breakfast spreads and multicoloured light up showers. And I'd genuinely sell my mum to sample their Bircher Muesli again...

And if ALL THAT isn't enough to make you pack up your bags and head to your nearest CitizenM hotel (u k babe? I said MULTI COLOURED LIGHT UP SHOWERS?), then let me leave you with this little nugget of best-friend-ness direct from their website: We don't judge your eating habits, which is why we offer fresh food and drink all day and all night long. Amen, amen, and a million times amen to that. 

*This post was a collaboration with CitizenM but I genuinely would sell my mum to eat their muesli again.