If you don’t follow her already you need to NOW, type @mrsconstancehall into your instagram and start reading her posts, heck buy her books! I had the privilege of photographing her pregnant with Raja in Byron Bay on her honey moon and then again in Bunbury when Raja was born. She changed my career in Australia. Leo to Leo I adore her fierce loyal heart.

This time around I met up with her at home. She took me to a special spot and brought her whole family. She dressed in her wedding garments and let her kids play in the water. Later that evening I decided to take her up on her offer of spending the night at hers instead of the back of my car like I’d planned. I listened to music and chaos fill her home. I got questioned by her children and in the morning I played dress up with her clothes and took self portraits with the sunrise.

She is such a courageous woman, her vulnerably is everything. Thanx Con for being you.

Some words taken from her instagram below.

“Someone recently asked me, “if you could give me one piece of advice to pass on to my boys, that will help them grow up to become men who empower women while still respecting and loving themselves, what would it be?” I thought about it for a minute and said, “Teach your boys to listen. Girls dont need boys to empower them. They are empowering themselves, the silence has broken and women are rising fiercely. 
The truly powerful man is the man who is open to listening and really hearing what a woman has to say.”

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“Some days I scream and cry, don’t know how the hell I ended up here and dream of another home.

Some days I dream about a life less attached, with no baby sucking on my tit or kid trying to brush my hair or water bill sending their final notice..

Some days I drive off, I drive my car to a park by the beach and dream all the “what’s ifs” what if I just kept driving…

Some days I clean non stop, determined to get on top of this shit, I dream of cleaners, nannies, help in any form, just help me fucking help me..

Some days I don’t recognise my reflection, who is that old chick with the rolls and chins and pubes hanging out in our bathroom? I consider calling the cops on her as I wipe the fog off the mirror…

Some days I dream of another day, another world, another life, another body.
And then I stumble across a picture like this and I realise that amongst all of those dreams, never once have I dreamt of another you. 
Maybe more of your time, your love, your understanding but it’s always you.
You you you. I’ve always dreamt of you. 
And all of my dreams are true.