Honesty is a virtue. As kids, we’re warned off telling fibs from tales like Peter & the Wolf, and the word ‘dishonesty’ conjures up vivid images of Disney villains and overall bad guys. Cheaters, criminals, tricksters and frauds practice dishonesty, not us good folks. But as we get older, whilst we may still uphold the honour of being honest at work and with our partners, friends and family, it seems a lot less shameful, a whole less obvious, and quite a bit easier to start being dishonest with ourselves.
The other night I went to see Gillian Welch play at the Enmore Theatre. Aside from making me want to sell all my belongings, get a blue merle collie and become a lonesome wanderer somewhere deep in the Appalachian Mountains, I was particularly struck by how unashamedly honest and genuine her performance was. She stood on the naked stage (with Dave Rawlings accompanying her), armed with a banjo, a guitar, her cowboy boots and a microphone and played Americana/Country/Bluegrass music that’s not particularly “in vogue”, with a voice that wouldn’t make it that far on American Idol. But the whole time, she was perfectly and unapologetically herself. It was a beautiful thing to witness, and particularly refreshing in the world of the arts where there is so much artifice and construction of false identities. It got me thinking about what a wicked Disney villain I’ve been to myself over the past few years, in regards to letting myself do, be, and create something that is just. me.

We get so caught up with considering what we think we should be doing; what our family thinks we should do, what our friends think we should do, what the industry thinks we should do, what is cool, what is profitable, what is affordable, what is beautiful, what is popular, what is niche, what is going to get us attention… and we fail to ever stop and ask ourselves, what can I do/be/create that is the most honest and genuine reflection of who I am.
Working as a singer for a few years, I was constantly trying to be more like who I thought I should be, that I really began to lose who I was. I tried singing more like the girls who got all the gigs. I tried choosing songs that would make venues want to book me more. I tried dressing a certain way, and performing a certain way, until eventually I was this mangled and contorted version of myself that eventually served me only to fuel my own destruction. It was gruesome. And It was sad. And of course, at the time you believe you’re doing what is necessary. You need to eat, goddamn it. So you compromise and modify and you’re making money and getting work so it feels like you’re doing the right thing. Only there’s this little, niggling voice that bugs you right before you go to sleep. And I got very, very good at drowning that little voice out. So good, in fact, that I wound up drowning out my other money-making, work-getting, singing voice with it.
Taking steps towards developing my fine arts practice, I’ve already found myself being led by the questions “What should I be painting? What sort of stuff will people like? What sort of stuff will people buy?” that I am potentially leading myself to repeat history all over again. Art is about honesty. At least it should be. And if I ever want to get close to calling myself a true artist, I need to be creating from a place of honesty and integrity, where my work is a genuine expression of who I am and what inspires me, rather than what will make me money or get me attention.

So I’m gonna start by getting real. And I’ll try to find that little, niggling voice again (that guy knows what’s up). Finding your own, authentic self and embracing, accepting and *gasp* even liking it is a bloody challenge…especially when there are no guarantees anyone else will.

Cheers to for the images.


I’m the sort of person who’s got a song for everything – someone makes a comment, it reminds me of lyrics, five minutes later I’m singing this song wondering how the hell it got into my head. New York City is like an entire playlist. Everything you see, hear and do reminds you of a favourite movie, an iconic song, or a piece of art you could never afford but have never gotten over.


In these dark, Sydney days of lock-out laws, venue closures, and noise restrictions, New York City really does explode with life, culture and opportunity. And smack bang in the middle of summer, when the air is hot and thick like treacle and you can buy a glass bottle of Coca Cola and a slice of pepperoni pizza at 2am for less than $3, there’s really no place else you’d rather be.


In an effort to catalogue some of the best experiences over there, I’ve compiled an Australian’s, know-nothing guide to a couple of the most awesome things my man and I found in New York. No doubt there are millions of things we still can’t wait to try, but for now – these kick serious ass.




I’m a Bloody Mary desperado. I don’t care. I’ll admit it. And the awesome thing about NYC is –  so are most people, especially because brunch is such a big deal over there. I tried a heap of Bloody Mary’s that were rumoured to be the city’s “best”, but IMHO, this awesome little dive bar on the Lower East Side took it out. The drink packs a serious punch with pickles and jalapeños, garnished with potato chips, and sometimes they add a little Guinness . Srsly. It’s awesome.




I can’t speak for your standard, or dry martinis, but as a lady who gets randy for a good dirty vodka martini, NYC really know what they’re doing. I get the feeling they’re a lot less reserved when it comes to administering brine into beverages, Australian bartenders seem to think you’re going to throw the drink back in their face if they go too hard. Campbell Apartment is an upmarket bar, that used to be the office of a super rich guy. The martini’s are a freshhh $25US each, but kids, it’s worth it.




I am occasionally intimidated by pancakes. Sometimes they are huge and thick and look like they’re going to run off with your wife. I love Bills pancakes in Sydney, but after witnessing the constant and ever growing queues outside Clinton Street Bakery, we had to know what all the fuss was about. Turns out it’s their pancakes (we had the blueberry with maple butter). Light, fluffy, sweet, and practically perfect.




So heaps of locals recommended this joint which is usually a great sign. But I checked out the menu on the site and it seemed to leave a lot to be desired. Anyway, we went and gave it stab and we were certainly not disappointed. Everything is fresh and local, the dishes were exciting, beautifully presented and totally delicious, including the desserts. Also Sean Lennon and Charlotte Kemp Muhl were eating at the table next to us. And I’m sure they know a thing or two about where bother spending money in Brooklyn.



This sandwich shop changed. my. life. The previous time I was in New York, I was so in love with their Scuttlebutt sandwich, when I got home to Sydney I sourced the recipe online and spent hours pickling and making sauces from scratch just to eat it again. Some have said this sandwich is better than sex. It’s definitely better than sex with some people.




Last time I went to the famous Coney Island Theme Park, but it just didn’t quench my thirst for thrills. I’ve been to Six Flags in LA and it was incredible, and Six Flags Great Adventure in New Jersey was no disappointment. They have some of the most full-on roller coasters in the world, including Kingda Ka, the world’s tallest and second fastest roller coaster. It’s a bloody joke. But you should go on it. You can see Philadelphia from up there.


We’ve finally released HIDDEN CANDY’s debut EP, with cover art by yours truly. Love the songs, and am so excited to show them off at our first gig on Wed 24th June at Frankie’s Pizza. We’ll have physical CDs for sale on the night, but you can also buy the EP on iTunes or have a listen on Spotify.


So excited to release our shiny, brand new single from my rock & roll band, HIDDEN CANDY. It’s been a long time coming, with plenty of rehearsals, recording, mixing, mastering, etc. But it’s finally done and it’s here for the world to see (well, hear.)


The Music premiered the track on their site today and you can check it out HERE.



Just had our HIDDEN CANDY photo shoot, where I got sick from too many lollipops. But we’re mixing the EP this week and I’m super excited to share it with the universe. It’s been a long time coming and I can’t wait to get it into people’s ears. The website is up too, at


Currently in the studio putting the final finishing touches on the Hidden Candy EP. Lots of blood, sweat and beers have gone into the making of this record and I’m so excited to release it in the next few months and bring the songs to life on stages all across the country. Lets get naughty.


Thanks to the Ian Potter Cultural Trust, I’ve just gotten back from a one month stay in the city that never sleeps! I was undertaking a performing arts mentorship with Horse TRADE Theatre Company, on the Lower East Side, and had an absolute ball! The city is utterly electric – throbbing with sound and colour and lights, and I was lucky enough to check out a handful of Broadway shows, heaps of live bands, and Billy Joel live at Madison Square Garden! An incredible experience, and one that I won’t soon forget.