Matapouri: Northland, New Zealand

Behold! Just one example of New Zealand’s hidden beauties: Matapouri.

This scenic dream is located towards the top of NZ’s North Island (as you would probably would have assumed from ‘Northland’).

In a way Matapouri reminded me of Palm Springs; I think that was because of the general ‘holiday home’ type vibe that I got. However, Matapouri is on the coast and therefore lines a beach. Quite geographically different to the lovely Palm Springs. Moreover, Matapouri does not have tonnes of shops and hotels.

A Letter To A Younger Me

Hey you.

It has been a while. I hope you do not think that I have been neglecting you. I didn’t realise how much I needed to separate you from me to get to where we are going. So much has happened since we last sat in our favourite places together; I want to speak indisputable truths to you, but I can’t help but think it best that we first remember the place where we first started this journey together.

I know you feel alone. A deep and immovable glass blanket of sorrow burns at the seams of what makes you you. I know the memories have created insurmountable walls to the inner being that lives inside of you. I know you built a tower of steel around yourself. And I know you painted that windowless prison with flowers, so that no one but you would ever see the desolation that ravages the inhabitants of your palace.

My Life Of Mistakes: Tattoo’s And the Devil’s Gin

Everyone and their mum has an opinion on tattoos, and at this point in my, as I like to call it, ‘tattoo career,’ I think I have heard a solid portion of these opinions.

I have had the stares and the questions; I have had the random people coming up to me thinking that I need Jesus; the ones that tell me I look like yakuza and can never go to Japan; I have had the; ‘you look ugly,’ ‘you’re a whore,’ ‘you don’t look feminine anymore.’ I’ve heard it, I get it. Thank you for the blessings, much love to you too.

This is the kind of stuff you learn to laugh off. People are bastards. But hey! That’s their problem and not mine.

Thankfully we are not here today to talk about bastards, well kind of, maybe at some points. You’ll see.

I’m here to talk about what I’ve learned about tattoos from getting tattoos.

However, proceed at your own risk; you know what they say about tattoos – NOT EVEN ONCE. You can’t even TALK about them or else you will be susceptible to their charismatic charm.

Magic Vials, Happy Smiles and the Facade of Happiness

Is it just me, or is society today obsessed with happiness. No matter where you look there is some person, some brand, some icon, someone or something selling the next big idea or item that ought to bring us happiness. What’s more, we are being sold the idea that happiness is something we can search for; happiness is just around the corner, just keep following the little crumbs and one day soon, you will get the entire cookie.