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Bree Hart
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My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
My mum is an incredible homemaker. It’s not her only talent, and she gave up a lot to provide a safe, happy and loving home for her family. It was a privilege she didn’t have growing up, and one I’ve only truly realised I had as I’ve gotten older. She jokes that our home is like a trinket store, but really it’s just rich with our history. Every object tells a small part of our story.
I inherited my mums passion for homemaking. My spaces have always been an extension of myself. Like me, they’re a little bit chaotic. Like me, they have a large personality. I place so much significance onto anything that triggers memory for me. It can be a bit of a curse, I’ve never been good with change or at letting things go. But this sentimentality, my fear of forgetting any part of my story, is also the driving force behind my initial passion for photography and pursuit of a career in it. It’s kind of my superpower.
This little flat is the first home I’ve created for myself as an adult. It is so special to me not only because it is a beautiful place to live, but because there is so much of me in it. It’s been with me through marriage, divorce, trauma (and all the good stuff too), and it’s transformed with me in real time. Every day I walk into my living room, I take it in and can’t believe my luck. Turning it into a dream home with my housemate and actual sister @carlotta_cerruti has been one of my greatest joys since being single.
A lot has happened over the last few years. I want to tell all those stories eventually. I’m the most uncertain about my future than I’ve ever been. Some days this feels truly liberating, others it is completely terrifying. I’m pretty lucky that my worst case scenario is choosing between two beautiful homes that are filled with love and warmth.
Thankyou to my wonderful pal @elemarchant documenting me in my favourite place. I will cherish these piccies forever. ♥️✨🌿
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
This week I hit two pretty big milestones. Ten years in London, one year single. I moved to London ten years ago to follow love, but also to follow my great love:capturing the moments that shaped me as a teenager. It felt pretty special and poetic to be back behind the camera while hitting ten years this week, especially after taking such a long hiatus while I lost my other love. It feels equally bizarre and beautiful that both anniversary’s landed so closely together without me realising.
My time in London has had me realise all of my wildest dreams, worst nightmares, and a hundred different versions of myself. It’s impossible to sum up my life here in a few photos, or to express in a few words how much this place, the experiences I’ve had, and particularly the people it’s brought into my life, mean to me. How much they’ve shaped me.
I was walking home alone late on the eve of ten years, something that would normally be an anxious moment for me, smiling to myself that I’m rebuilding my life here on my own. Smiling to myself that I’m alone, and in spite of everything that got me there, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A year ago I thought my life was ending. I was heart broken, and terrified of facing a life here on my own, so far away from my family, without the best friend I had spent my whole adult life with.
Today I couldn’t imagine being a happier, stronger or prouder version of myself. There are some things that have happened in my life over the last few years that are so horrific I still feel shocked by them at times. The way my marriage broke down, you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. To be at a place where I feel nothing but gratitude for every part of it, because it made me who I am right now, someone that I genuinely love, feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life to date.
Look at that, I’ve gone and made myself cry. Happy anniversary London. 🇬🇧 Happy independence day Bree. 🥂
2024 was my toughest year yet. It didn’t all look like this. I was sick more times than ever, and reached some critically low points mentally. I found all the broken parts of myself and realised I couldn’t heal just by looking on the bright side. The progresses were so entwined with the pitfalls it often felt like 1 step forward, 3 steps back.
But because this is Instagram and I’m not a big fan of tiny violins, let’s talk about the bright side.
In the Aussie summer I moved into a beautiful flat between the harbour and the sea. I had one partner in crime, and every weekend we went to the same dingy dive bar with the best cover band of all time. We treated starting the dance floor as our life’s work, danced like it was going out of fashion (the way I dance always is), lost our voices, picked up boys we’d ditch immediately, deciding they held us back. Inevitably, I’d be kicked out at some stage.
We’d go skinny dipping at 3am, have our belongings stolen, find them in nearby bins and celebrate that win with more Prosecco. We’d climb onto boats we had no right to, cut our legs and laugh that we were ever shy about the bodies that allow us so much stupid fun. We’d skip home half naked at sunrise, and I’d fall asleep smiling. I went old school and wrote my number on a napkin for the boy with the beautiful smile, revelled in my bravery as if it had never been done before, and had my first positive dating experience since my separation. It was my first real stage of healing. I could relive those 3 months forever.
In the UK summer I fell into a love I didn’t see coming. I learned I am capable of loving again, and giving that love freely, regardless of reciprocation. I opened myself up to hurt. It hurt. I learned to let go.
My favourite people tied the knot. My other favourite people got engaged. I made new life long friends. A game of Articulate turned into renting a stretch Hummer on a Monday for no other reason than being alive. I lost friends, but grew infinitely closer to the ones that remained. I celebrated my divorce as if it were a holiday. And finally, surprising absolutely no one, being an auntie continued to be the greatest joy and fiercest love I’ve ever known.
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