They say you can’t beat Wellington on a good day, but what a world of wonder it becomes in the blue gray summer haze. Rain, gloom and a bit of jet fuel all worked in our favor. Thank you Jay (or as I like to call him, Kuya), Clarence, Chris, Danny, Gareth and Tod! Here are scenes from Throw It To The Fire‘s debut EP shoot.

It’s an experience like no other, chiaroscuro in notes.

Throw It To The Fire



The dogs days of summer with three dogs and a few cats. It must’ve been the hottest day of the year when we did this shoot, which made it all the more easier to do away with tension and clothes. Thank you Cherry and Ian for the pancakes and Palawan honey – they were as sweet and as delicious as you two!

There are
So many positions of
Each curve on a branch,
The thousand different ways
Your eyes can embrace us,
The infinite shapes your
Mind can draw,
The spring
Orchestra of scents,
The currents of light combusting
Like passionate lips,
The revolution of Existence’s skirt
Whose folds contain other worlds.

The Gift, Hafiz of Shiraz

Its fragrant, delicate petals open fully and are ready to fall, without regret or disillusion, after only a day in the sun. It is so every summer.  

Rachel Peden

In me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

Stephanie Perkins

In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.

Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.


A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to.

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

In the garden there was nothing which was not quite like themselves – nothing which did not understand the wonderfulness of what was happening to them.

The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

Garden Spells, Sarah Addison Allen

Wayward as the Minnehaha, with her moods of shade and sunshine, eyes that smiled and frowned alternate, feet as rapid as the river, tresses flowing like the water, and as musical a laughter.

The Song of Hiawatha, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Only a perfect rose, has the power to persuade a perusal of its petals.

Gaiven Clairmont

Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms
the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds
filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes
and your mouth that has the smile of the water.

A black yearning sun is braided into the strands
of your black mane, when you stretch your arms.
You play with the sun as with a little brook
and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

Pablo Neruda


Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.

Charles Reade

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; ’tis almost fairy time.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Shakespeare