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Couldn’t stop breaking cameras 😔 so I have been off the tools while I rebuild resilience and dexterity BUT feel obliged to document this snap of musette @b1tchsnake.. which changed my life a lil bit .. first winning a prize at the @hillvalephoto trophy last year, then showing at a silly exhibition in Paris where it was judged (not a winner!) by @martinparrstudio just a few weeks before he passed. Feels fitting it’s showing face at the Paris of the Southern Hemisphere (canberra) at the Canberra Contemporary Photographic Prize. If you’re one of god’s faves (Canberran) u can still see it tmrw amongst some seriously electric neighbours at @photoaccess_inc 💜 taken in Photo Access by @hoi_sinner

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U taught me how to smoke a ciggie (then quit just like that), u taught me how to use a clutch, found a mop outside king o malleys and taught me how to use it when it was my great baby hospo insecurity

I know lots and lots of things these days… but almost everything I first learnt about love and family, I learnt from loving you

What comes easy to u is a gift for the rest of us! Happy Parisian borthday by @hoi_sinner

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What rare treasure it is to be side by side, not just for so many special chapters, but almost the whole goddamn book! From childhood to girlhood to womanhood, creaming soda to little fat lamb to pet nat, pooling our dominos pay together to skip class and buy more dominos to now sharing meal prep on weeknights, sour straps to oysters back to sour straps (well they never left), dust 2 dust 2 dust…
Missing my radiant Leo queen this Lyon birthday (although she couldn’t be in safer hands). Grateful for that humble love, a zillion memories under our belts and a gazillion more en route! 💫 by @hoi_sinner

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2 years ago

I started AND quit ballet aged four because I felt such a coursing humiliation at the concept of performance so dancing at the @bottomsupdance end of year show was ginormous for strengthening my character alongside my ankles!! Hugely awestruck and grateful to leggy sensei @carmenpaech and the other y2kangels — all of whom were extremely patient with my non instinctive understanding of lefts and rights. Also in love with my besties-in-attendance who were in the top percentile of woohers (and also fed me deep fried pickles during the intermission). I still can’t appreciate Fergie with my previous unburdened naïveté but LG (life’s good!!!!!!!!!) 💜💜💜

Pic by @3fatesmedia by @hoi_sinner

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Mountain blues and blues in the mountains taken in Tả Van by @hoi_sinner

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When I last left Vietnam four years ago I promised everyone I’d be back every 6 months. In that time countries have changed names and wars have been waged. Borders have closed, then opened again. I got a fringe, Etc . And change happens quicker in Vietnam! Google maps warns that my regular joints no longer exist. My favourite cousin who screamed on her scooter with me that we didn’t need a man now has a husband. The little Hmong girl who woke me up daily with her singing and teased me until I improved my pineapple cutting has left my favourite town to raise her babies. I’ve forgotten the names of prospective friends, how to make broth and can’t spell for shit. I haven’t hugged my ma in years and can barely handle calling my darling Ong, who was my only companion (and main stress) for so many humid months. As time passed my heart became more bruised in ways I could only express to Uber drivers with familiar names, who understood my stagnated Viet and missed the same perfume of motorbike exhaust and incense. I rarely justify buying Viet food when it should be just 3 dollars, but I’ve caved on glum days, weeping over a bowl of pho after therapy in Richmond. When I was especially mournful I’d go to my local Banh Mi place, even though they make it too dry, just to hear the familiar trill of aunties complimenting me and wishing me productive studying.
Borders have long opened but I still didn’t go back! I ate authentic Turkish food before my beloved Bun Cha. Confronting the missed memories and lost hugs scared me more than the distance I’ve grown used to. But tonight I will walk out of Hanoi airport to a blanket of clamminess. To the cacophony of noises and smells thatll make me feel like the past four years have been in black and white. I am going to straddle my motorbike taxi so fucking hard and then I’m going to drink only lychee tea for 24 hours. I’ll stroll my cherished mountains and fall asleep to grumbling Hondas. And it’ll only be happy tears from here on out unless I get too much smog in my eyes. Sorry for earnest posting! But idc I’m going home I’m going home I’m going home I’m going home I’m going home I’m going home!!!! by @hoi_sinner

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My love (feta for every meal) hate (lactose intolerance) relationship with the Albanian alps by @hoi_sinner

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Tender love and those that yearn for it taken in Louver Museum by @hoi_sinner

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Being duly SunSmart on Mars taken in Parc Nacional del Teide by @hoi_sinner

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Lived to frolic another day taken in Bondi Rescue HQ by @hoi_sinner

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A bday offering to our gothic deity . by @hoi_sinner

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Completing a trip nearby by @hoi_sinner

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