Category: Lifestyle

  • The thought process that formed this writing piece came to me this afternoon. I was sitting in a sunlit corner of my home, taking small, quiet bites from a bar of chocolate. In that moment of solitude, feeling content with life, I began to ask myself am I doing enough to take care of our Earth?

    I wonder if it has ever happened to you when you’ve found a state of euphoria. Maybe you’ve been swimming in the ocean or out walking while looking up at the sky and trees. Inside that sliver of peace and presence, you find yourself asking, how long will this last? How long will this part of our ocean remain plastic-free, or how long before we’ve cut those trees down? What a strange thing for us to have a sense of nostalgia for something that hasn’t directly happened yet.

    I am aware that I am asking many questions, for which you may not have answers right now. Allow me to provide you with mine. I will no longer be pulled from my small slices of utopia to be reminded of why our planet needs us.

    Where do I begin? How can I start? The questions are ringing. Start with something small that you do every day. Start a community compost, do better with your recycling, reduce your takeaway consumption. Or maybe, start with coffee.

    Working alongside Nespresso has opened my eyes to many things about the coffee industry we aren’t aware of, like the production of coffee itself. This knowledge has highlighted to me how important the work they are doing is as an industry leader.

    With research beginning in the early 2000s, Nespresso has woven a green infrastructure into their DNA: from the 24% reduction in carbon emissions since 2009, the availability of capsule recycling to 100% of Australian customers, Nespresso’s investment of over $860M into sustainability projects since 2014, to planting over 5.3 million trees across 9 countries and making every cup of Nespresso coffee, globally, carbon neutral by 2022.

    What spoke to me most was that Nespresso works closely with 122,000 farmers inside their AAA sustainability program. They aim to ensure high-quality and sustainable coffee sourcing and help protect the welfare of the farming communities and practices from the dangers of climate change and economic volatility. It paints a very human picture and pours a green and conscious cup of coffee. One that warms me with each sip and brings me closer to that slither of peace.

    When I choose Nespresso, I can see the environmentally friendly impact I’m making just by shopping consciously. I might tackle saying no to single-use plastics next or make sure I always have a reusable shopping bag. Whatever it is, I’ll be making even more of a difference.

    Nostalgia comes from a Greek word that means to return home. If we all mastered one habit to help our planet, it’d be easier to master another and another. We can make sure that Earth’s green gardens and growing trees sing so that the bees can once again tell the flowers to bloom as they once did. 

    We can make sure that there will always be something to return home to. 

    What will you start with? 

    In partnership with Nespresso.

     

  • Violet Grace Atkinson and I joined forces with our favourite skincare brand Liberty Belle Rx to create the La Vie Est Belle campaign.

    Our Liberty Belle Rx campaign is dedicated to illuminating the individuality of each product in the Liberty Belle Rx line. From bobld flowers in blooming gardens to the endless blue in the sky above, these images symbolise the luxury and opulence of Liberty Belle Rx.

    Violet and I wanted to create a cohesive story of the range through colour, form, and shape; artfully depicting the personality of each product without being literal.

    Welcome to our modern renaissance.

     

     

     

  • INTRODUCING PRADA RE-NYLON: the fashion house’s cutting-edge move to total sustainability in their iconic fabric.

    I am proud to stand alongside Prada as they put the concept of Timeless to the test. #PradaReNylon; created through a recycling and purification process of plastic waste collected from oceans, fishing nets, and other textile waste — something that can truly last forever.

    Shop sustainably in Prada Sydney, as of right now.

     

     

  • Patricia and I became friends simply by being in the right place at the right time. We started talking as strangers over a box of free books. Her and I both scouring its content for obscure found objects and interesting clippings to turn into collages. Now we are a champion team of holding lengthy conversations on just about anything.

    I share a lot of my thoughts and creative ideas with Patricia. In many of our chance encounters she bestows a lot of importance on the theme of originality. She began collating clippings and editorials that she’d find in magazines, books, and the likes to share with me. On the back of each cut out are her handwritten thoughts. They aren’t always positive, and I’ve grown to appreciate her uncensored opinions.

    Often her critiques would give me something entirely new to think about. Patricia’s small contributions became an exercise of thinking outside the box. I now eagerly wait for whenever she has a new bundle of clippings for me to collect. The latest collection of tangible ideas that I can hold inside my own hands.

    If you ran into Patricia on the street you’d be just as enamoured as I am. I could spend forever listening to her recount moments from her life. Much like the time she told me how she once fooled her way into a gentleman’s bar by wearing a suit. I didn’t doubt she made it through for a second. She has a presence so charming, so captivating, that it must have let her glide through her entire life pushing boundaries.

    This is a special relationship to me. One who’s contribution pushes my thinking, grows my imagination, and keeps me on my toes.

    An ode to you, Patricia. And thank you for my latest collection of clippings, thoughts, and ideas.

     

  • There is a wellness experience nestled in Hong Kong that feels like you’re in a dream. It’s called Asaya, and it’s inside my favourite hotel in the world – Rosewood Hong Kong.

    As I write this, I still picture myself there. I can hear the delicate chime that signifies the beginning of treatments. It is a nice sound, one that wraps you in serenity.

    Much like everything at Rosewood Hong Kong, Asaya is unique and tastefully opulent. It’s a place where the circumstances are perfect for rejuvenating and grounding the only place you have to live: your body.

    It is designed to take you on a journey of wellness through nutrient-dense food, personalised treatments with hand-crafted oils, and a state-of-the-art bathhouse.

    The Asaya Kitchen was where I began my journey. The menu is created around a pescatarian diet, with a local-where-possible supply chain. Seafood is bought from a local fishing family each and every morning.

    Our food sits colourful on plates, and our drinks taste refreshing and fizzy. Both are filled with natural ingredients that astound with memorable flavours.

    At Asaya Wellness, the second part of the Rosewood journey begins. You are taken through comfortable questions about your treatment, which your specialist uses to personalise the experience.

    Within the massage treatment, your specialist will also help you create a personalised body oil from scratch. Of which it will also be used within your massage. This is a sincere highlight. It is very special and becomes something that you can also take home with you.

    Inside Asaya’s walls, peace takes over. Vines cover simple but textured walls. Chairs are purposefully placed among poised greenery. It is tranquil and quiet. There is a perfect feeling of balance here.

    The bathhouse, kept traditional with both a male and female area, is where the pre-treatment zen happens. You will find an infra-red sauna with marble seats to aid deep detoxing. There is a cold pod that will spray you with peppermint mist for cooling. And a hot bath that puts the final touch on a holy trinity of relaxing wellness.

    I haven’t mentioned how between these moments there are still sprinkles of little things that make Asaya what it is. The tasty elixir you receive on arrival, the treatment rooms with never-ending tea, or the change rooms that have fridges filled with fresh lemongrass water or pandan infused water.

    Rosewood has a touch for the exquisite, and Asaya is just that. A one-of-a-kind destination who’s guests won’t want to leave.

    Next time you are in Hong Kong, remember Rosewood and remember Asaya.

    You just may find you’ll be restored.

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  • I recently had an incredible opportunity to experience the vast terrains of Nepal with Tourism Nepal, and Rehan Shrestha. I was taken on a 10-night adventure through Kathmandu, Chitwan, and Pokhara. The colours, culture, food, kindness and spirituality of Nepal is spellbinding.

    I only hope you feel the same when you visit in 2020.

    Always,

    Jordan

     

  • The boarding location was Zagreb, Croatia, and I was coming off a sleepless, overnight bus from Dubrovnik. Although the 10-hour drive was in darkness, the endless, gigantic trees I saw under the moonlight became another reminder for just how small we are as humans in this world.

    I had thought I’d be able to catch up on missed sleep on the train to Budapest, Hungary. However, tickets for this service had been oversold. Walking through the train carriages, I found that all the cabin seats had been taken with travelers who all looked as rough as I had.

    The only space to sit now were the narrow walkways. Myself, and the others who weren’t as quick to board the train as those now dozing comfortably in cabin seats, piled in. Side-by-side, bag-by-bag, we sat crowded into the carriage and sat down anywhere we could.

    I found myself talking to the girl who sat next to me. Her name was Dani (pictured sleeping), she was 21, and on her way back from a weekend in Split. She first visited Split with her Grandfather who had passed the month before. She had a list of places they’d visited together and wanted to relive them in memory of him.

    Hours went by, and the carriage fell silent. Dani had fallen asleep. “Lucky,” I thought to myself. She didn’t have as long limbs as I to discover a position comfortable enough to find slumber. All you could hear now was an orchestra of the deep breathing of sleep and muffled music coming from headphones as you watched the country outside pass by.

    There was a breeze pouring through the open windows of our balmy carriage. The air was cool against our confined, overheated bodies. I felt full as I studied the scene around me. As uncomfortable as I was being cramped in a small space, I had an overwhelming sense of Eden. I couldn’t quite figure out why.

    It could be the relief of the cool air in the country. Meeting and connecting with strangers inches away from me, or seeing places of the world I had never seen or touched before. Maybe it was all of it; to be having experiences that I had never had before. Ah, yes. That was it!

    It was the feeling of connecting with a stranger on a train. Eating a type of food you’ve never tasted before. Smelling the aromas of gardens, and scents of streets you’ve never walked through. It was the feeling of waking up on a new day knowing you’re seeing something for the very first time. The silence around me now became a verve, and this moment became entirely my own. The newness, the unknowing, the unpredictability.

    The thought entered me like the air running through our carriage. It filled my lungs, cooled my blood, and imbued me totally.  This was my first time seeing Europe, I was 19. I left 6 months later, at age 20, with a promise to myself to keep on having this feeling.

    A promise to myself to never stop doing things I’ve never done before.

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  • A trip to the dry cleaners can become quite expensive when you’re piling up your cashmere sweaters, silk garments and other delicate woollen goods. It’s a problem I frequently had, until now.

    I’ve read all the blog posts, and all the magazine articles, that clearly explain how to wash your delicates. The factor that all these resources had in common was the washing liquid – it had to be natural. However, which brand or product do we use?

    Look no further, readers. Ms BROWN has saved our wallets from another dry cleaning expense by combining natural and luxury in a range of garment care and laundering products.

    Ms BROWN’s Delicate Wash and Wool & Cashmere Wash are both a concentrated formula suitable for washing machines and hand washing. They’re gentle cleansing liquids that blend all-natural and non-toxic ingredients to soften and refresh our most precious pieces.

    I’ve washed my cashmere sweaters, silk pillowcases and shirts, and woollen cardigans with these wash liquids. All of the above garments came out looking enriched, smelling beautiful, and without damage.

    I washed these pieces singularly inside a muslin cloth bag to give it extra protection and wanted to share Ms BROWN’s products to safely advise that it’s a keeper, and MR TURNER recommended.

    Read more about the ingredients and what they do for each of the washing liquids directly on Ms BROWN. And if you need both of these garment caring items in your life, this little bundle is for you.

    Take care,

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  • If you’re anything like me, you have a pile of books at home which you have yet to start reading. Knowing this, you still purchase new books telling yourself that you’ll get to it someday. Maybe you plan to start reading on your next holiday, or next sick day.

    Did you stick to the plan? No.

    In 2018 I aim to read more books, learn more, collaborate more, and create more. One thing came to mind when running through ways to keep accountable for reading, and having a Book Club was the first thing that came to mind.

    How does it work?

    Each month there will be two select works – one fiction, one non-fiction. These titles will be announced on the last day of each month. Although it’s recommended that you read both, you only need to have read one. On the last Tuesday of each month, we’ll have our monthly meeting where the wine and our discussion comes hand-in-hand.

    How to get involved?

    Pick up a copy of the monthly titles. Read either, or both, and let me know if you’ll make it to our meeting via email – jt@mrturner.com.au. Once your RSVP is confirmed, you’ll be sent the date, time and location to meet. Most importantly, drinks and nibbles will be provided each month – you just need to bring the banter.

    FEBRUARY BOOK CLUB TITLES

    Non-Fiction: Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert

    Readers of all ages and walks of life have drawn inspiration and empowerment from Elizabeth Gilbert’s books for years. Now this beloved author digs deep into her own generative process to share her wisdom and unique perspective about creativity. With profound empathy and radiant generosity, she offers potent insights into the mysterious nature of inspiration. She asks us to embrace our curiosity and let go of needless suffering. She shows us how to tackle what we most love, and how to face down what we most fear. She discusses the attitudes, approaches, and habits we need in order to live our most creative lives. Balancing between soulful spirituality and cheerful pragmatism, Gilbert encourages us to uncover the “strange jewels” that are hidden within each of us. Whether we are looking to write a book, make art, find new ways to address challenges in our work, embark on a dream long deferred, or simply infuse our everyday lives with more mindfulness and passion, Big Magic cracks open a world of wonder and joy.

    Fiction: Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie

    Isma is free. After years of watching out for her younger siblings in the wake of their mother’s death, she’s accepted an invitation from a mentor in America that allows her to resume a dream long deferred. But she can’t stop worrying about Aneeka, her beautiful, headstrong sister back in London, or their brother, Parvaiz, who’s disappeared in pursuit of his own dream, to prove himself to the dark legacy of the jihadist father he never knew. When he resurfaces half a globe away, Isma’s worst fears are confirmed.

    Then Eamonn enters the sisters’ lives. Son of a powerful political figure, he has his own birthright to live up to—or defy. Is he to be a chance at love? The means of Parvaiz’s salvation? Suddenly, two families’ fates are inextricably, devastatingly entwined, in this searing novel that asks: What sacrifices will we make in the name of love?

     

    Not that you need another reason to join, but the reports are in: joining a book club can actually help you live a longer life.

    I hope to see you next month at the first MR TURNER’s BOOK CLUB meeting!

    Till then,