29 October, 2015

street cred

29 October, 2015

street cred

2420km+ (or miles). 50+L of sweat. 4+ blisters. 2cm+ of inner thigh chaffing. The results of two weeks spent walking the streets of NYC, earlier this month. Oh...and countless hours spent (very) lost & confused. Yes, I have been lucky enough to have frequented NYC many times (so I should have a general idea of the streets). Yes, I know NYC is a 'grid' city (so it technically should be easy to navigate). And yes, I did have…

15 September, 2015

Touching you….touching me.

15 September, 2015

Touching you….touching me.

Fingers. Digits. Phalanges. Whatever you call them…I believe that if you stare at them long enough….you realise how weird they actually are. Long things…just hangin' off your hands. Even the word sounds quite strange…say it three times. I dare you. finger. finger. finger. see...it sounds weird. They swipe our screens. They tap at the keyboard. They can create music. They can create art. They can even reveal a lot about your personality and future (according to palmistry…

16 August, 2015

Things are looking up

16 August, 2015

Things are looking up

My Nani (maternal grandmother) had just passed away. I was fifteen years old. I sat in the back garden. Hot tears streaming down my face. My Aaji (paternal grandmother) sat down beside me; “Nikita my darling, you must not cry…your Nani hasn’t left you…look up at the sun…that is where she lives now…the day you wake up and the sun isn't there….then you can cry”. That moment will be etched into my memory for as…

20 July, 2015

My list: 29 things in 29 years.

20 July, 2015

My list: 29 things in 29 years.

In three days I will turn 29 years old. I did the maths. It means I have one year left of my 20‘s (...give me a break numbers aren’t my forte, hence why I repeated Year 1). I know age is just a number, but as my birthday looms on the horizon (yes, the weaving pun was intended) I decided to do a bit of a ‘stocktake’ of my 20s. DISCLAIMER: this entire post is…

05 July, 2015

Getting inked.

05 July, 2015

Getting inked.

inked. tramp stamp. flash. tat-wizard. colour bomb. yes, I'm talking about tattoos. I have been contemplating getting one for years. I know exactly what I want and where I want it. I just need to do it. I don't know what is holding me back. Actually that is a lie. I do know what is holding me back… the permanence (yes, I know you can get laser removal...but still...). Memorialising. Expressing. Artistic Embellishment. Tradition. There are…

15 June, 2015

A night at the Genius Bar.

15 June, 2015

A night at the Genius Bar.

1 week. 1 iphone. 1 apple mac laptop. 1 drink bottle. 4 trips to the apple mac genius bar If you read in between the lines, you can perhaps work out that I drowned two pieces of technology on two different occasions... in one week. (Note: My drink bottle which was involved in both incidents, is now in the bin). I know that I am fortunate to even own these items and that I should…

24 May, 2015

Body Administration.

24 May, 2015

Body Administration.

Eyebrow waxing. Laser hair-removal appointments. Exfoliation. Moisturising. Nails. Hair. Body admin. (random side note: thanks to my brown sugar skin, spray tanning is one thing that I can leave off my list... however my indian hairiness makes up for it -   if I ever want to lose 2 kilos, I just have to get a hair cut) All of the above topics are off limits when we are having a family dinner. Growing up in a house…

12 May, 2015

My day as the….. Invisible Woman.

12 May, 2015

My day as the….. Invisible Woman.

Friday was a really strange day... NOTE:  I was not wearing black. My summer tan is starting to fade. All these 'episodes' occurred in well-lit areas. Morning: As I was walking to work...a guy ran literally ran STRAIGHT into me. Bumping of body parts. A complete collision. He mumbled; “I am so sorry, I just didn’t see you there” Was I invisible? My office building automatic doors didn’t open for me. In a mexican-wave style, I frantically…

21 April, 2015

Unexpected Chapters.

21 April, 2015

Unexpected Chapters.

Saturday mornings. During Winter. Somewhere between the hours of 10am - midday (depending on my Friday night antics)- you find me sitting amongst the second hand books on the very top level of Berkelouw books in Paddington. Majority of people stop on the second level, preferring to sip their lattes whilst seated in a comfy leather couch, overlooking the hustle and bustle of Oxford street below. Not me. I order my coffee and head straight…

12 April, 2015

The strange(r)est dinner party

12 April, 2015

The strange(r)est dinner party

I received a call from my friend Jess a couple of weeks ago; “Nix, I am hosting a dinner party - I don't want any of the guests to know each other. I just want to bring creative individuals together, eat great food and drink lots of wine” Sounded like a perfect night to me. The way it worked:  10 people who only knew Jess (ie. they were not connected) were asked to bring along…

01 April, 2015

getting ‘snagged’…in my bedroom.

01 April, 2015

getting ‘snagged’…in my bedroom.

I had a lucky break last week. A magazine editor discovered my weaving via instagram. She got in touch as she wanted to discuss featuring me in her next issue. I was stoked. I gave her my number and she called. The phone interview was going quite well… until…she asked me “So Nikita, tell me, where is your studio located?” My mind went blank. I wondered if I should spin a ‘Pinocchio’ and make up…

15 March, 2015

Love thy neighbour.

15 March, 2015

Love thy neighbour.

I can’t change a tyre. I wish I could. It would have been a handy skill to have this week. A nail wedged itself into my left back tyre. A bright yellow car with a completely flat tyre - it looked like something out of a cartoon. My first reaction was to call.... Dad (Yes, I know…I am a grown adult – but he always knows what to do in these situations) But…I quickly remembered I…