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TRANSIENT BEAUTY, YOUR TRAIN IS HERE.

By sophie | April 26th, 2009
Overheard 9am, Tuesday morning: “We are all beautiful in the dark.” Witnessed: Chinese couples learning ballroom dance opposite my makeup chair on the second floor, George Street, Sydney at dusk. Spoken: (in response to my pointing out my scarlet red blouse being the sole colour amongst the models’ raggy black outfits) “That’s because you’re an individual and [...]
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ELEGANT RENEGADE

By sophie | February 17th, 2009
More from Summer, Fall, Summer. “My name was Olive, and they’d baptized me on the eighth level of the Hotel Westminster in Paris. I was moved after birth to the countryside, grew up in the thicket and bramble, but would soon spend my teenage years in the city. I wasn’t too fond of the countryside, but [...]
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I HATE PARIS

By sophie | November 4th, 2008
From The Beginning of An Inexplicable Journey by Sophie Ward Nothing sticks anymore. And I realise it never has, for long enough. Relationships, routines, lifestyles… they all start to shift before you want them to. Home isn’t the same, where I grew up. There are no more girls lying in couch corners in my home on [...]
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