new year

new year

I don't know how to aptly express my gratitude, but thank you dear readers for following along this year. The best part about this blog, about photography and travel, is the people I've been lucky enough to meet. Seeing a small glimpse into another existence is both inspiring and humbling -- it will always be what keeps me going. Lots of love to you and yours, and Happy New Year.

Untitled Hope and Union mornings.

Untitled Breakfast beach picnic, rained out.

Untitled Valentine's Day, 6:30am.

Untitled Post-sunset-bikeride wine, Bin 152.

Untitled My first article in Kinfolk Magazine, Lunch in France.

Untitled First ocean dip of the year, still chilly.

Untitled Weekend trip to the Outer Banks.

Untitled Paddleboarding in the pouring rain.

Untitled Loquat season.

Untitled Post-work weekday, the Belmont.

Untitled Springtime porch dinners.

Untitled Geechie/Gullah family-style supper.

Untitled Babysitting Little Brother.

Untitled Early morning bike ride, South of Broad.

Untitled Dawn, the Battery.

Untitled Home, Isabel's high school graduation.

Untitled Impromptu brunch.

Untitled Olivia Rae James Photography, business cards by Blake.

Untitled Harper Poe, Freunde von Freunden.

Untitled Siblings, Gainesville.

Untitled Xiao Bao Biscuit, porch pop-up dinner.

Untitled Del, roadside stand.

Untitled Soup & Negronis.

Untitled Hope and Union, final days.

Untitled Pink Pond Island, mid-summer.

Untitled Parents, 27th Wedding Anniversary.

Untitled Little Celia, first baby shoot.

Untitled Simple dinner, beach house.

Untitled Manhattan from Red Hook.

Untitled A Sunday morning.

Untitled New neighborhood, new view.

Untitled Cohabitation, succulents.

Untitled Hirona Matsuda, Freunde von Freunden.

Untitled Blueberry lemon pancakes, home.

Untitled Beginnings in wedding photography.

Untitled Leaving my baby sister at college, Savannah.

Untitled Absinthe and oysters, Williamsburg.

Untitled Isabel, Sullivan's Island.

Untitled Little red house, downtown Franklin.

Untitled Just outside of Portland, Nate and Katie's house.

Untitled Picking wild blackberries on a path to the ocean, Seattle.

Untitled Campsite, Anacortes.

Untitled Sunrise in Anacortes, freezing on a cliff.

Untitled The Charleston Kinfolk Dinner, Deux Puces Farm.

Untitled Synchronicity in Kinfolk Magazine, Volume 6.

Untitled A feature in Charleston Magazine, Leighton and Tara Derr Webb.

Untitled Christmas Eve champagne with my oldest friends.

Untitled Christmas Dinner, Nan Nan's dining room.

Untitled December 29th wedding, my team, Florence.


2011 was a big year. I graduated from college. I traveled Europe. I lived out of a suitcase for six months. I'm both sad and glad to see it go.

snow, mountains & sunspots

I relished living alone. I got a new bike, and went for long rides at dawn. I sat by the water and sometimes saw dolphins. I filled jars with flowers and loved my sunny white room every day.

southern flourish photoshoot
white bedroom coziness

I made cakes. Some failed, so I made them into trifles. I discovered the magic in homemade oreos.

half-eaten cake

I felt happy and confused and lost and free. When my heart hurt, lilypads helped.

lily pads at cypress gardens
tennessee home

I made best friends. We went on trips; to a Farm in the foothills of the Ozarks, to my beach house, to D.C, to Nashville. We threw dinner parties, sat on porches, docks, went sailing together. We had picnics at sunrise and went on long walks at sunset.

floating the edisto

We swam in pools, sometimes until five in the morning. Twenty of us floated down a river, tied to each other.

driving to the river

I moved out of my apartment and left Charleston.

empty apartment

I spent a blissful month at the beach with my family. We cooked every night and lived simply. We also danced, a lot.

dad et moi

I drank sangria in Barcelona with my 80-year-old grandmother. I spent my 22nd birthday alone in Madrid.

I lived in France for six weeks. I ate fruit from trees and mastered the art of doing nothing. I embarrassed myself often and felt humbled. I liked being alone, I wanted to stay forever.

I fell for these blue eyes.

I was forever changed by a beautiful little family.

I felt impossibly far away.

I made a friend in Limoges; we rode around on his moped and ate homemade Algerian food. The morning I left, he drove me to the train station and gave me a Serge Gainsbourg album.

I gambled in Monte Carlo. I drank wine at vineyards in Bordeaux. I got to know a boy from Charleston who once made me a rolling pin. We walked to a secret bridge every evening.

I lived among a brilliant, quirky group of artists and chefs in the Loire Valley. My heart felt full.

watercolor by zac

I spent invaluable time with a woman I deeply admire. She taught me how to photograph food and showed me what it means to possess infinite poise.

I ran around Paris with my best friends. For two weeks straight, we sat on our roof to watch the Eiffel Tower sparkle and ate bread as an excuse to eat butter.

happiness on the roof

We smiled until our cheeks hurt.

chocolate molten cake

I woke up early. I found comfort in coffee, my computer, and The Radio Dept. I cried watching Blue Valentine on too many train rides to count. I made videos about the places I went.

I ran into Charleston friends in Berlin and realized how small the world is.

I was disenchanted by all things touristy. I felt guilty for being disappointed in Prague.

I saw London, Amsterdam, Vienna, Florence and Rome. I was tired. I ate tiramisu until I felt sick and didn't have an ounce of regret.

I came home, and everything was exactly how I left it.

Sharing photos and words makes me happier than I can say, and I'm infinitely grateful for the many wonderful people I've met through this little page on the internet. Starting this blog is one of the best things I've ever done thanks to you, dear readers. Happiest Happy New Year.

See 2010 and 2009 here.


january 2010
January started out beautifully - warm, sunny, and full of long bike rides (we even made a film about it). I spent some time with my best friends during a quick trip to Chattanooga and I came to a realization that my ideal day involves being in the kitchen. I continued to fall in love with Charleston during long walks and I spent one funny night wearing a pink mustache.

february 2010
February was a month of baking and more baking.  I was beginning to miss warm weather and dream about our beach house. There was an epic snowfall in the lowcountry as we drove to Savannah for a weekend trip. My family visited Charleston on Valentine's Day, and my sweet dad got excited about heart wind chimes. I spent lots of time lounging on sun porches and drooling over salted chocolate cakes at Baked.

march 2010
March changed my life as I made caramel salted brownies for the first time. I was over-the-moon excited about the debut of Southern Flourish and my first published articles! During a trip home, I met my oldest friend's angel fairy baby and cried happy tears. I ate lots of Indian food, slept with the windows open, and spent lazy afternoons on rainbow blankets.

april 2010
April was an amazing month that began with a blissful trip to California. We fell asleep to wind chimes in Malibu, died over the Santa Monica farmers' market, ate incredible food, swooned over breath-taking landscapes and hiked up to sacred monesteries. We started eating dinner outside and sometimes ate only cupcakes for dinner. We spent our first day of the year on the beach (in shorts and tees!) and Tyler decided he was going to bike across America.

may 2010
In May I happily finished school for the semester and happened to be home during the devastating Nashville floods.  My sweet Cupcake family had a fun party and I started a fire in my kitchen making s'more brownies. Tyler and I attended his best friend's beautiful wedding in Alabama, where we found cool antique shops and came across a boiled peanut boat. I left Charleston for the summer but had a perfect last night with art and motorbikes.  I visited a friend's lake house and canoed a lot.

june 2010
June was spent frolicking around Europe. In the span of one week I visited Nashville, Raleigh, Brooklyn, Helsinki (where we made life-long friends), London, and Edinburgh (and was featured in Skirt Magazine!). We toured a castle in Scotland and lived in a castle in France. We took a road trip through the highlands to the Isle of Skye that will forever be sacred to me (made a film about that, too!). We stayed with friends in Bristol and Bath, England watching the world cup and laughing a lot (sleep deprivation = delirium). We stayed in Provence, France, where I decided I could live forever if I learned to not spend all my money on cheese. We became regulars at Cafe de France, took day trips to Gordes and Roussilon, and stayed up into the wee hours of the night with incredible people. We ended the trip in Paris (stayed in Montmartre) where we devoured macarons and were unexpectedly touched by the sight of the Eiffel Tower.

july 2010
July was the ideal follow-up to our Europe trip; I spent the month at my family's beach house in Nags Head. I cooked and baked with inspiration from French food and we ate like kings. I missed Paris, but also felt so content and cozy with my family as I hit the legendary two-week mark. My sister and I spent many evenings on our dock watching the sunset. The end of July was bittersweet, as we had a send-off party for Tyler, Landon, and Mike to say good-bye as they began their 4,000+ mile bike trip.

august 2010
I spent most of August at home in Nashville. I met the biking boys in Chattanooga and then they spent a week in Franklin eating mushroom truffle oil baked pasta and drinking wine in the pool. I turned 21 and drank my favorite drink to date; a champagne cocktail with lavender honey and orange zest (and then blood orange mimosas the next day). I revised my caramel salted brownies and made a film about my life in Charleston.

september 2010
September was prime season for the most awesome apple in the world. I continued to fall in love with Charleston as I developed an avid addiction to heirloom tomatoes and finally found the perfect bleu cheese. I spent lots of time with my amazing friends who share my love for impromptu dinner parties and lavender cupcakes. We had a beautiful garden party for Southern Flourish and I was on the cover! It was still warm enough to kayak at sunset and drink lavender lemonade. We listened to music under string lights and drank red wine. I lived in a tree house, moved out of the tree house, and then declared Hope & Union and Bin 152 my second homes.

october 2010
I began October with an intense desire to get my life under control after the chaotic living situation. I took solo trips to the beach, made dinner for my friends, and then took a road trip with them to Nashville (and discovered the magic that is Burger Up)! A week later, my mom and sister visited Charleston. We lounged by the ocean and had a lazy brunch. I flew to California but my trip didn't go as expected even though my dad and I had a blast and fantasized about moving to Ocean Park. Tyler and I broke up (amicably!) and I was (and still am) touched by your kind words.

november 2010
In November, the people in my life made me so happy (and I felt so grateful). I lounged on porches waiting for Bill Murray to walk by and I met my parents in D.C. for the Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert rally. I went to the fair and ate grilled banana bread in the middle of the night. I lusted over France and Skye and had too much fun with my friends. Isabel visited Charleston for her 17th birthday and then we took the train to Nags Head for a blissful, coastal Thanksgiving (and Izzie made the sweetest film about it).

december 2010
December has been the month of cheese and Prosecco. I did my first outfit post and fainted twice in public (I'm weird). Then our Christmas Extravaganza 2010 and beautifully-lit palmetto trees made me happy. I went home for the holidays, ate spice cookies and got new eyeballs. I gave gifts of sweets in mason jars and had the most amazing Christmas with my family (including a lovely Christmas Eve dinner and Christmas day brunch).


2010 has been a fabulous year. I feel so very grateful. Thank you for your constant love and support - it means the world to me. Happy New Year. xo