Mother Of Pearl Baby Vintage + Lacey Anne Photography || COLLAB ||

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One sun soaked, whirl wind of a summer morning here in Tropical North Queensland, we got together with Lacey from Lacey Anne Photography. 

We gathered our babes + rounded up their best mates. They played dress ups. We equipped them with sunflowers, green grass + blueberries.... We let them run wild + the camera captured the rest.

Cairns based portrait photographer/mother/entrepreneur/sweetheart Lacey, floated between the pack of pattering feet, the teepee, trees, abandoned shells + skateboards, to freeze frame these moments of innocence. Her eye for capturing fleeting perfect instances is incredible + what a privilege it was to collaborate together xo

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This is the result of that wind swept play date in the park. 

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Enjoy the visual feast. 

A kaleidoscope of tribal clashes,  vintage textiles, beads, feathers, shells + all things that encapsulate Mother Of Pearl Baby Vintage.

Unique threads, vintage finds, freesom babes + some squashed blueberries...

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{Mother Of Pearl Baby Vintage:

www.mpbv.bigcartel.com

Facebook.com/MotherOfPearlBabyVintage}

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{Lacey Anne Photography:

www.laceyphotography.com.au

Facebook.com/LaceyAnnePhotography}

Inspiration: Gypsy Travel

Gypsy } Travel } Wandering Feet } Inspiration 

{ Seek and you will find }

Freeze Frames + Polaroids

 

Do you ever feel the urge for time to suddenly cease to a stand still?

For every clock to stop mid-tick, the world to screech to a holt, silence to encompass you & the moment to be frozen.

I can easily recount a thousand moments where I have longed to hold onto a particular second. For me to bask in exactly how I felt, how it looked, what was happening & store it in my memory bank, labeled "precious unforgettable instant - must never forget!"

I use to feel this urge in an overwhelming frequency when travelling. Every new soil I grounded my feet upon, the breathtaking differing scenery, the unfamiliar faces, the intoxicating smells, the giddy lustful feeling of freedom and intrigue that couples with exploration of a country foreign to my own.

Every time I wished for this moment to last, I would soak in the sights in my peripheral vision, forcibly shut my eyes & take a mental photograph. Undeniably, I have possibly the worst long & short term memory respectively known to man, unfortunately enough for me, thus why I have a notably decent sized collection of cameras and may possibly be somewhat of a closet paparazzi. 

Documenting life in photographs is so important. It is a tangible memory, printed out in a delicate snapshot, in your hands, forever to jog your memory of those fickle moments you will yourself to never leave the dusted suitcase locked in your minds memory. 

Those of us who have bambinos in our humble existence will understand that every time you glance down at your babe, you wish you could freeze frame that face, that feeling of untouchable love and these fleeting encounters. They are constantly growing, and soon their baby faces will evolve into one of a young adult with laughter lines and freckles seasoned by the sun. We won't even remember how tiny they once were, how their sweetly scented newborn heads cupped so easily in the palm of your hand. 

Life feels to be a chain of fleeting, beautiful moments ~ so take photographs ~ be it on film or a visual snapshot captured by a forceable blink of your eye. Document your lives. One day you can glance back at your photographic autobiography with romantic, nostalgic pride. 

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And you will be so damn glad that you did. 

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