Saturday, December 6


Last month I had the pleasure of styling this shoot with London based RnB artist Leks Rivers. Shot in Shoreditch, the look I was going for was bold and bright with elements of 90's street wear thrown into the mix.

Photography by the amazingly talented Holly Rose Stones -

Monday, December 1

An Open Letter To My Younger Self.

Dear Younger Self,

I remember you!
So wild.
So free.
But when the time comes, you wont remember me.

That beard! Those piercings!
That thick untamed hair.
I guarantee you’ll miss it.
When one day, it’s not there.

So I fathom that you’ll be wondering.
Where we ended up?
Well I have great news of your enlightenment,
So I guess that you’re in luck.

30 years have gone.
So long.
Yet so fast.
I never thought I’d speak to you, but now I am at last!

Many a man you’ll meet in life.
Many you’ll call a friend
But some of these bonds will burn out fast
And some stay ‘til the bitter end
Those moments you fill with laughter
The ones you’ve truly shared?
They’re the ones that you are after!
But I know you’re yet to care.

Take care of your body.
Stay fit
Don’t slack
It’s much harder to exercise, when you’ve got trouble with back.

Now. On the subject of fashion.
The way you like to dress?
I’m glad to say, this is only a phase.
Because, you look a mess.

It’s not about the money.
I know you like to spend.
Not everything is fashionable,
So forget about a trend.

Money is nothing.
Can be lost.
So enjoy your time as you age, don’t dwell upon the cost.

I know you’re soon to fall in love,
With the most beautiful girl.
Hold her tight and keep her near
Forever, she’ll be your world

I know you never thought of a family
You’re future? What would come?
No feeling is ever greater,
To have a daughter or a son.

Youth was great!
Should stop!
I would do things differently, If I could turn back the clock.

We have turned out great.
There is no need to fear.
I’m can still jive, at fifty-five.
Death? Nowhere near!

I hope you’ve enjoyed my wisdom,
Take as much in as you can.
You’ll live your own life anyway,
To become your own man.

Yours Faithfully,

Older Self

An Open Letter To My Youngest Self.

The idea for Back to the beginning, Before you reach your end was a comical study into how someone would address the idea of speaking to their younger self. What would you at age sixty, want to tell yourself at age twenty two if you had the chance? And at age twenty two, what would you say to yourself as a four year old? 

Dear Youngest Self,

I remember you!
Too brief.
Too quick.
All you ever cared about, was what to cut and stick.

Milk teeth! That energy!
An imagination running wild.
I know that you wont understand,
Until you’re no longer a child.

I guess that you’ll be declaring,
I want to be a big boy!
Well I can tell you how big boys act,
So you better put down that toy.

20 years have gone.
So quick.
And mad.
I’m scared to inform you, of antics I may have had.

Don’t let anyone waste your time,
Your friends will come and go.
When you’ve found a friend for life,
Somehow, you’ll just know.

I know that you’re not a fool
I hope, you know they’ve lied
Your dog didn’t run away
Unfortunately it died.

Take care of your body
Eat well
Just think
You’ve got to be quite healthy, to deal with all this drink

Now. I know that you don’t dress yourself
You’re not bothered what you wear
But by letting your mum, it wont be too fun
When you’re older and aware

One day you’ll dress as batman
Maybe a pirate the next?
Don’t raid your mum’s makeup bag
Because photographs exist

Parents are annoying
The nagging
And fuss.
But they’ll be appreciated one day, when you’ve missed the bus.

You’re told girls have the lurgy
A part of this is true
Improve on your judge of character
Because some of them really do

Remember to be cautious
Stay well away from danger
As it pains me to inform you
You’re not a Power Ranger

Change will come.
Never lost!
Live your life wild and free, forget about the cost.

As you get older
Something will go on
Those little hairs, sprout everywhere!
On your chest, face and tum.

I hope you’ve been enlightened
And my words have been kind
Just one last thing, before I go
Santa isn’t… never mind!

Yours Faithfully,

Younger Self