I never wanted the music to stop and thought I would always be dancing to racing drum beats and post-punk guitars; hanging out in dingy bars with the lights turned low, waiting for the band to start.
I would wrangle my way to the front of the stage, sneaking beneath raised arms and avoiding the sloshing of beer; squashed in amongst a heaving embrace in a sweaty Wellington moshpit close to midnight.
I used to think that walking alone by myself in the dark was okay. Except that I was hyper aware of shaking branches and invisible strangers.
I went through a phase of dating boys that I knew my Dad would hate.
I picked the garage lock with a hairpin on weekends so I could ride my bike with the boys, while being chased by dry hot Canterbury nights. Then we would sit on a wooden fort, sprint through dark golf courses—laughing when we thought we heard the sound of gunshots. Later, we ate popcorn and watched movies, falling asleep on the floor until morning.
I recall cutting my hair short like a boy because I couldn’t relate to My Little Pony and girls who liked to ride horses.
I threw a stone backwards once and accidentally hit a boy in the head. Unfortunately it bled, so I was forced to stand by myself as punishment for an hour, while the other kids ate their lunch.
These days, not doing the dishes is about as rebellious as life gets.
Style File: Sticking to NZ-Made in World muscle T and leather wristlet/ Jason Lingard linen ‘Jugim’ trousers —these are unisex and the best summer purchase I’ve made. Jason is a new NZ designer and one to watch! / handmade leather sandals / Karen Walker Number One sunglasses —I’ve just bought a pair of Le Specs, but these are the my all time favourite go-tos.
Photography: Howard Sly, edited by me.