Last month my family and I travelled the nearly 10,000 miles to the heart of Australia. For almost two weeks we scuba dove with turtles in the Great Barrier Reef, scoured for kangaroos along the Great Ocean Road and perused the cityscapes of Melbourne and Sydney.Bittersweetly back to our normal worlds, it’s good to look back at everything this wonderful continent was.

June 12, 1952. It is a day of the upmost saturation. The sky’s blue is piped with color, looking as though the world had been dipped in a painter’s can just that morning and was still wet with gloss. Smears of clouds drape along the sky, letting their white puffs stick to the blue paint like cotton balls in toothpaste. A light breeze whistles through the blue and the white, electrifying each color as it passes and checking that all is in place.With the set in order, the characters come next.He i

Hello, my name is Brielle and I’m a minimalistic poser.It all started with a pair of Target boyfriend jeans. The last time I had worn denim on my legs, I had braces on my teeth and an Abercrombie VIP card in my pocket. Jeans and me just hadn’t gotten along until one day I was sitting on my bed staring at a Target shopping bag and wondering what I would do with the pair of pre-cuffed, pre-ripped and pre-washed denim inside of it. I got up, shoved my treasured polka dot tights to the back of the d

It’s whatever you put on and instantly feel a bit more daring, elusive and deeply curious for an impending night of wear. It makes you walk not just a few inches taller, but sky-high, only summonable back to Earth by the gravity of the next morning’s dawn.Tonight it’s a black cocktail dress, sleek and sultry down your waist. Like a map it traces your every curve and coordinate, plotting each point with an artist’s eye. You’re wearing what you wear best and you’re at the top of your game, oozing