My favourite time of year. Planting seeds, nurturing them, watching them grow. It’s taught me patience and it always gives me hope.
My garden in spring. I’m leaving for LA tomorrow for six weeks of work, but before I go, I wanted to share a little moment of celebration. I’ve spent the past month preparing the garden, planting, pruning, waiting, and now, the first signs of spring are beginning to bloom. Gardening grounds me. It nourishes me. It reminds me to slow down and notice the beauty in small things. On this UK Mother’s Day, I’m honoring the divine feminine, the spirit of Mother Nature, the mother in me, and the mother in you. These photographs were made in collaboration with dreamy Hana Snow @hana.snow , using flowers I gathered from our garden, an offering to the season. #SpringAwakening #MotherNature #MothersDay #FemaleDivine #InBloom #GardenRituals #MadeWithLove
My garden in spring. I’m leaving for LA tomorrow for six weeks of work, but before I go, I wanted to share a little moment of celebration. I’ve spent the past month preparing the garden, planting, pruning, waiting, and now, the first signs of spring are beginning to bloom. Gardening grounds me. It nourishes me. It reminds me to slow down and notice the beauty in small things. On this UK Mother’s Day, I’m honoring the divine feminine, the spirit of Mother Nature, the mother in me, and the mother in you. These photographs were made in collaboration with dreamy Hana Snow @hana.snow , using flowers I gathered from our garden, an offering to the season. #SpringAwakening #MotherNature #MothersDay #FemaleDivine #InBloom #GardenRituals #MadeWithLove
My garden in spring. I’m leaving for LA tomorrow for six weeks of work, but before I go, I wanted to share a little moment of celebration. I’ve spent the past month preparing the garden, planting, pruning, waiting, and now, the first signs of spring are beginning to bloom. Gardening grounds me. It nourishes me. It reminds me to slow down and notice the beauty in small things. On this UK Mother’s Day, I’m honoring the divine feminine, the spirit of Mother Nature, the mother in me, and the mother in you. These photographs were made in collaboration with dreamy Hana Snow @hana.snow , using flowers I gathered from our garden, an offering to the season. #SpringAwakening #MotherNature #MothersDay #FemaleDivine #InBloom #GardenRituals #MadeWithLove
My garden in spring. I’m leaving for LA tomorrow for six weeks of work, but before I go, I wanted to share a little moment of celebration. I’ve spent the past month preparing the garden, planting, pruning, waiting, and now, the first signs of spring are beginning to bloom. Gardening grounds me. It nourishes me. It reminds me to slow down and notice the beauty in small things. On this UK Mother’s Day, I’m honoring the divine feminine, the spirit of Mother Nature, the mother in me, and the mother in you. These photographs were made in collaboration with dreamy Hana Snow @hana.snow , using flowers I gathered from our garden, an offering to the season. #SpringAwakening #MotherNature #MothersDay #FemaleDivine #InBloom #GardenRituals #MadeWithLove
My garden in spring. I’m leaving for LA tomorrow for six weeks of work, but before I go, I wanted to share a little moment of celebration. I’ve spent the past month preparing the garden, planting, pruning, waiting, and now, the first signs of spring are beginning to bloom. Gardening grounds me. It nourishes me. It reminds me to slow down and notice the beauty in small things. On this UK Mother’s Day, I’m honoring the divine feminine, the spirit of Mother Nature, the mother in me, and the mother in you. These photographs were made in collaboration with dreamy Hana Snow @hana.snow , using flowers I gathered from our garden, an offering to the season. #SpringAwakening #MotherNature #MothersDay #FemaleDivine #InBloom #GardenRituals #MadeWithLove
Thalia, my favorite daffodil variety, angelic in form, like little wings catching the light. I’ve grown thousands over the years and they’re naturalising our my meadow. There’s something ethereal in the way she appears each spring, graceful, understated, divine. Photographed by Hana Snow @hana.snow
Thalia, my favorite daffodil variety, angelic in form, like little wings catching the light. I’ve grown thousands over the years and they’re naturalising our my meadow. There’s something ethereal in the way she appears each spring, graceful, understated, divine. Photographed by Hana Snow @hana.snow
Packing for Los Angeles. Bringing all the drama. Got all my favourite clothes out of storage and suddenly it’s dress-up day. Anna @annamckinney has fully committed to her role as a primary school teacher, imaginative, colourful and playful , probably carries around gold stars. And me? I’m going as a glam Hollywood action star, crop tops to show off a taut tummy, she has seen a few things, maybe done her own stunts, maybe cried in a trailer or two, but always finds the light 😉 Hollywood, here we come.
Packing for Los Angeles. Bringing all the drama. Got all my favourite clothes out of storage and suddenly it’s dress-up day. Anna @annamckinney has fully committed to her role as a primary school teacher, imaginative, colourful and playful , probably carries around gold stars. And me? I’m going as a glam Hollywood action star, crop tops to show off a taut tummy, she has seen a few things, maybe done her own stunts, maybe cried in a trailer or two, but always finds the light 😉 Hollywood, here we come.
Packing for Los Angeles. Bringing all the drama. Got all my favourite clothes out of storage and suddenly it’s dress-up day. Anna @annamckinney has fully committed to her role as a primary school teacher, imaginative, colourful and playful , probably carries around gold stars. And me? I’m going as a glam Hollywood action star, crop tops to show off a taut tummy, she has seen a few things, maybe done her own stunts, maybe cried in a trailer or two, but always finds the light 😉 Hollywood, here we come.
Packing for Los Angeles. Bringing all the drama. Got all my favourite clothes out of storage and suddenly it’s dress-up day. Anna @annamckinney has fully committed to her role as a primary school teacher, imaginative, colourful and playful , probably carries around gold stars. And me? I’m going as a glam Hollywood action star, crop tops to show off a taut tummy, she has seen a few things, maybe done her own stunts, maybe cried in a trailer or two, but always finds the light 😉 Hollywood, here we come.
Deep down, I am still that intimidated little girl from a small town in Ohio. No map, no connections, just a pull toward something I couldn’t name. Somehow, I’ve moved through realms I never thought I’d touch. Done things, been part of things, worked with people I once saw only in dreams. To be an actor, you have to really love the art. And I do. I love it with or without the spotlight. I’ve led films. Been number 1, 2, and 150 on the call sheet. I’ve appeared in a single scene. I’ve been the name on the poster, and I’ve been and felt invisible. And I’ve loved it all. Every lesson learned. I’m obsessed with the craft, the human study of it. The transformation. The intimacy. The collaboration. The mystery. This is how I connect to myself, to others, to the world. Fame, I’ve come to see, is a distraction. A double-edged sword I’ve never really had to wield, and I actually feel lucky for that. Some unnamed person recently trolled me on here, mocked me for being “almost famous.” A complete unknown, but for walking through the world like I belonged. And it made me think, not about shame, but about purpose. I have been told “there are no small parts, only small actors” That truth lives in me. In a world where art is commodified, where identity is packaged and sold, where performance is curated for approval, clicks, and likes, what does it mean to be an actor? For me, it’s sacred. It’s not about staying young or relevant. It’s about staying open. Staying true. It’s about the work. The lineage. The method. The madness. The humanity of it all. No troll will stop me. Not the noise. Not even the critic inside me. The more I develop as a person, the deeper I go. Life experience is what shapes me. It’s what gives the work meaning. Growth, messy, humbling, human, is my purpose, my strength, and my devotion. It’s because of this, I believe the best is yet to come. To live is to hope. And hope is defiance. In a world of noise and false reflections, don’t let outside voices drown your own. We are not a moment , we are becoming. Always becoming. Keep creating. Even in silence. That’s the work.
Deep down, I am still that intimidated little girl from a small town in Ohio. No map, no connections, just a pull toward something I couldn’t name. Somehow, I’ve moved through realms I never thought I’d touch. Done things, been part of things, worked with people I once saw only in dreams. To be an actor, you have to really love the art. And I do. I love it with or without the spotlight. I’ve led films. Been number 1, 2, and 150 on the call sheet. I’ve appeared in a single scene. I’ve been the name on the poster, and I’ve been and felt invisible. And I’ve loved it all. Every lesson learned. I’m obsessed with the craft, the human study of it. The transformation. The intimacy. The collaboration. The mystery. This is how I connect to myself, to others, to the world. Fame, I’ve come to see, is a distraction. A double-edged sword I’ve never really had to wield, and I actually feel lucky for that. Some unnamed person recently trolled me on here, mocked me for being “almost famous.” A complete unknown, but for walking through the world like I belonged. And it made me think, not about shame, but about purpose. I have been told “there are no small parts, only small actors” That truth lives in me. In a world where art is commodified, where identity is packaged and sold, where performance is curated for approval, clicks, and likes, what does it mean to be an actor? For me, it’s sacred. It’s not about staying young or relevant. It’s about staying open. Staying true. It’s about the work. The lineage. The method. The madness. The humanity of it all. No troll will stop me. Not the noise. Not even the critic inside me. The more I develop as a person, the deeper I go. Life experience is what shapes me. It’s what gives the work meaning. Growth, messy, humbling, human, is my purpose, my strength, and my devotion. It’s because of this, I believe the best is yet to come. To live is to hope. And hope is defiance. In a world of noise and false reflections, don’t let outside voices drown your own. We are not a moment , we are becoming. Always becoming. Keep creating. Even in silence. That’s the work.
Deep down, I am still that intimidated little girl from a small town in Ohio. No map, no connections, just a pull toward something I couldn’t name. Somehow, I’ve moved through realms I never thought I’d touch. Done things, been part of things, worked with people I once saw only in dreams. To be an actor, you have to really love the art. And I do. I love it with or without the spotlight. I’ve led films. Been number 1, 2, and 150 on the call sheet. I’ve appeared in a single scene. I’ve been the name on the poster, and I’ve been and felt invisible. And I’ve loved it all. Every lesson learned. I’m obsessed with the craft, the human study of it. The transformation. The intimacy. The collaboration. The mystery. This is how I connect to myself, to others, to the world. Fame, I’ve come to see, is a distraction. A double-edged sword I’ve never really had to wield, and I actually feel lucky for that. Some unnamed person recently trolled me on here, mocked me for being “almost famous.” A complete unknown, but for walking through the world like I belonged. And it made me think, not about shame, but about purpose. I have been told “there are no small parts, only small actors” That truth lives in me. In a world where art is commodified, where identity is packaged and sold, where performance is curated for approval, clicks, and likes, what does it mean to be an actor? For me, it’s sacred. It’s not about staying young or relevant. It’s about staying open. Staying true. It’s about the work. The lineage. The method. The madness. The humanity of it all. No troll will stop me. Not the noise. Not even the critic inside me. The more I develop as a person, the deeper I go. Life experience is what shapes me. It’s what gives the work meaning. Growth, messy, humbling, human, is my purpose, my strength, and my devotion. It’s because of this, I believe the best is yet to come. To live is to hope. And hope is defiance. In a world of noise and false reflections, don’t let outside voices drown your own. We are not a moment , we are becoming. Always becoming. Keep creating. Even in silence. That’s the work.
Deep down, I am still that intimidated little girl from a small town in Ohio. No map, no connections, just a pull toward something I couldn’t name. Somehow, I’ve moved through realms I never thought I’d touch. Done things, been part of things, worked with people I once saw only in dreams. To be an actor, you have to really love the art. And I do. I love it with or without the spotlight. I’ve led films. Been number 1, 2, and 150 on the call sheet. I’ve appeared in a single scene. I’ve been the name on the poster, and I’ve been and felt invisible. And I’ve loved it all. Every lesson learned. I’m obsessed with the craft, the human study of it. The transformation. The intimacy. The collaboration. The mystery. This is how I connect to myself, to others, to the world. Fame, I’ve come to see, is a distraction. A double-edged sword I’ve never really had to wield, and I actually feel lucky for that. Some unnamed person recently trolled me on here, mocked me for being “almost famous.” A complete unknown, but for walking through the world like I belonged. And it made me think, not about shame, but about purpose. I have been told “there are no small parts, only small actors” That truth lives in me. In a world where art is commodified, where identity is packaged and sold, where performance is curated for approval, clicks, and likes, what does it mean to be an actor? For me, it’s sacred. It’s not about staying young or relevant. It’s about staying open. Staying true. It’s about the work. The lineage. The method. The madness. The humanity of it all. No troll will stop me. Not the noise. Not even the critic inside me. The more I develop as a person, the deeper I go. Life experience is what shapes me. It’s what gives the work meaning. Growth, messy, humbling, human, is my purpose, my strength, and my devotion. It’s because of this, I believe the best is yet to come. To live is to hope. And hope is defiance. In a world of noise and false reflections, don’t let outside voices drown your own. We are not a moment , we are becoming. Always becoming. Keep creating. Even in silence. That’s the work.
Deep down, I am still that intimidated little girl from a small town in Ohio. No map, no connections, just a pull toward something I couldn’t name. Somehow, I’ve moved through realms I never thought I’d touch. Done things, been part of things, worked with people I once saw only in dreams. To be an actor, you have to really love the art. And I do. I love it with or without the spotlight. I’ve led films. Been number 1, 2, and 150 on the call sheet. I’ve appeared in a single scene. I’ve been the name on the poster, and I’ve been and felt invisible. And I’ve loved it all. Every lesson learned. I’m obsessed with the craft, the human study of it. The transformation. The intimacy. The collaboration. The mystery. This is how I connect to myself, to others, to the world. Fame, I’ve come to see, is a distraction. A double-edged sword I’ve never really had to wield, and I actually feel lucky for that. Some unnamed person recently trolled me on here, mocked me for being “almost famous.” A complete unknown, but for walking through the world like I belonged. And it made me think, not about shame, but about purpose. I have been told “there are no small parts, only small actors” That truth lives in me. In a world where art is commodified, where identity is packaged and sold, where performance is curated for approval, clicks, and likes, what does it mean to be an actor? For me, it’s sacred. It’s not about staying young or relevant. It’s about staying open. Staying true. It’s about the work. The lineage. The method. The madness. The humanity of it all. No troll will stop me. Not the noise. Not even the critic inside me. The more I develop as a person, the deeper I go. Life experience is what shapes me. It’s what gives the work meaning. Growth, messy, humbling, human, is my purpose, my strength, and my devotion. It’s because of this, I believe the best is yet to come. To live is to hope. And hope is defiance. In a world of noise and false reflections, don’t let outside voices drown your own. We are not a moment , we are becoming. Always becoming. Keep creating. Even in silence. That’s the work.
Deep down, I am still that intimidated little girl from a small town in Ohio. No map, no connections, just a pull toward something I couldn’t name. Somehow, I’ve moved through realms I never thought I’d touch. Done things, been part of things, worked with people I once saw only in dreams. To be an actor, you have to really love the art. And I do. I love it with or without the spotlight. I’ve led films. Been number 1, 2, and 150 on the call sheet. I’ve appeared in a single scene. I’ve been the name on the poster, and I’ve been and felt invisible. And I’ve loved it all. Every lesson learned. I’m obsessed with the craft, the human study of it. The transformation. The intimacy. The collaboration. The mystery. This is how I connect to myself, to others, to the world. Fame, I’ve come to see, is a distraction. A double-edged sword I’ve never really had to wield, and I actually feel lucky for that. Some unnamed person recently trolled me on here, mocked me for being “almost famous.” A complete unknown, but for walking through the world like I belonged. And it made me think, not about shame, but about purpose. I have been told “there are no small parts, only small actors” That truth lives in me. In a world where art is commodified, where identity is packaged and sold, where performance is curated for approval, clicks, and likes, what does it mean to be an actor? For me, it’s sacred. It’s not about staying young or relevant. It’s about staying open. Staying true. It’s about the work. The lineage. The method. The madness. The humanity of it all. No troll will stop me. Not the noise. Not even the critic inside me. The more I develop as a person, the deeper I go. Life experience is what shapes me. It’s what gives the work meaning. Growth, messy, humbling, human, is my purpose, my strength, and my devotion. It’s because of this, I believe the best is yet to come. To live is to hope. And hope is defiance. In a world of noise and false reflections, don’t let outside voices drown your own. We are not a moment , we are becoming. Always becoming. Keep creating. Even in silence. That’s the work.
Deep down, I am still that intimidated little girl from a small town in Ohio. No map, no connections, just a pull toward something I couldn’t name. Somehow, I’ve moved through realms I never thought I’d touch. Done things, been part of things, worked with people I once saw only in dreams. To be an actor, you have to really love the art. And I do. I love it with or without the spotlight. I’ve led films. Been number 1, 2, and 150 on the call sheet. I’ve appeared in a single scene. I’ve been the name on the poster, and I’ve been and felt invisible. And I’ve loved it all. Every lesson learned. I’m obsessed with the craft, the human study of it. The transformation. The intimacy. The collaboration. The mystery. This is how I connect to myself, to others, to the world. Fame, I’ve come to see, is a distraction. A double-edged sword I’ve never really had to wield, and I actually feel lucky for that. Some unnamed person recently trolled me on here, mocked me for being “almost famous.” A complete unknown, but for walking through the world like I belonged. And it made me think, not about shame, but about purpose. I have been told “there are no small parts, only small actors” That truth lives in me. In a world where art is commodified, where identity is packaged and sold, where performance is curated for approval, clicks, and likes, what does it mean to be an actor? For me, it’s sacred. It’s not about staying young or relevant. It’s about staying open. Staying true. It’s about the work. The lineage. The method. The madness. The humanity of it all. No troll will stop me. Not the noise. Not even the critic inside me. The more I develop as a person, the deeper I go. Life experience is what shapes me. It’s what gives the work meaning. Growth, messy, humbling, human, is my purpose, my strength, and my devotion. It’s because of this, I believe the best is yet to come. To live is to hope. And hope is defiance. In a world of noise and false reflections, don’t let outside voices drown your own. We are not a moment , we are becoming. Always becoming. Keep creating. Even in silence. That’s the work.
Cyrano Anniversary It doesn’t feel real. It was surreal. It also felt like a heist, somehow, against all odds, we pulled it off. I still can’t believe that Joe and I got to do this, that we miraculously made it happen at a time when people needed to create more than ever. And the pride we felt in enabling us all to do so, to pour ourselves into something meaningful and joyous, at this time, is indescribable. Filming Cyrano was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life. Surrounded by dear friends Pete; Kelvin, Joe, Seamus, Danny, Kate, Guy, Jo, Jacqueline, Sarah and Katie, Sidi, Bryce, Aaron, Sian, so so many more, in a world of enchantment, Italy f music, movement, and storytelling. The incredible Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui choreographed breathtaking moments that felt like poetry in motion, while The National’s music gave soul to every scene. Beyond the actors, the dancers infused moment with passion and artistry, bringing so much life to each scene. Sarah Wright’s work on the puppetry, Knee high lot, Mike; alongside Joe’s mom, Lyndie’s, beautiful creations, added a whole other layer of magic to this world, it was pure artistry on every level, unlike anything I had ever seen. And the craftsmanship, Jacqueline Durran and Massimo Cantini Parrini’s stunning costumes, Seamus McGarvey’s breathtaking cinematography, Sarah Greenwood and Katie Spencer set, and the dedication of every single department—made this world come alive in ways I could never have imagined. To experience all of this with Virginia by my side was the greatest gift. I will never forget what it felt like to be Roxane, to sing, to dance, to use every part of myself in this story. Didn’t know how rare and special this one was, or maybe I did but looking back my heart is so full. #Cyrano #JoeWright #PeterDinklage #KelvinHarrisonJr #SidiLarbiCherkaoui #TheNational #JacquelineDurran #MassimoCantiniParrini #SeamusMcGarvey #WorkingTitleFilms #SarahWright #Puppetry #Dancers #PureMagic #Surreal #DreamComeTrue
Cyrano Anniversary It doesn’t feel real. It was surreal. It also felt like a heist, somehow, against all odds, we pulled it off. I still can’t believe that Joe and I got to do this, that we miraculously made it happen at a time when people needed to create more than ever. And the pride we felt in enabling us all to do so, to pour ourselves into something meaningful and joyous, at this time, is indescribable. Filming Cyrano was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life. Surrounded by dear friends Pete; Kelvin, Joe, Seamus, Danny, Kate, Guy, Jo, Jacqueline, Sarah and Katie, Sidi, Bryce, Aaron, Sian, so so many more, in a world of enchantment, Italy f music, movement, and storytelling. The incredible Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui choreographed breathtaking moments that felt like poetry in motion, while The National’s music gave soul to every scene. Beyond the actors, the dancers infused moment with passion and artistry, bringing so much life to each scene. Sarah Wright’s work on the puppetry, Knee high lot, Mike; alongside Joe’s mom, Lyndie’s, beautiful creations, added a whole other layer of magic to this world, it was pure artistry on every level, unlike anything I had ever seen. And the craftsmanship, Jacqueline Durran and Massimo Cantini Parrini’s stunning costumes, Seamus McGarvey’s breathtaking cinematography, Sarah Greenwood and Katie Spencer set, and the dedication of every single department—made this world come alive in ways I could never have imagined. To experience all of this with Virginia by my side was the greatest gift. I will never forget what it felt like to be Roxane, to sing, to dance, to use every part of myself in this story. Didn’t know how rare and special this one was, or maybe I did but looking back my heart is so full. #Cyrano #JoeWright #PeterDinklage #KelvinHarrisonJr #SidiLarbiCherkaoui #TheNational #JacquelineDurran #MassimoCantiniParrini #SeamusMcGarvey #WorkingTitleFilms #SarahWright #Puppetry #Dancers #PureMagic #Surreal #DreamComeTrue
Cyrano Anniversary It doesn’t feel real. It was surreal. It also felt like a heist, somehow, against all odds, we pulled it off. I still can’t believe that Joe and I got to do this, that we miraculously made it happen at a time when people needed to create more than ever. And the pride we felt in enabling us all to do so, to pour ourselves into something meaningful and joyous, at this time, is indescribable. Filming Cyrano was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life. Surrounded by dear friends Pete; Kelvin, Joe, Seamus, Danny, Kate, Guy, Jo, Jacqueline, Sarah and Katie, Sidi, Bryce, Aaron, Sian, so so many more, in a world of enchantment, Italy f music, movement, and storytelling. The incredible Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui choreographed breathtaking moments that felt like poetry in motion, while The National’s music gave soul to every scene. Beyond the actors, the dancers infused moment with passion and artistry, bringing so much life to each scene. Sarah Wright’s work on the puppetry, Knee high lot, Mike; alongside Joe’s mom, Lyndie’s, beautiful creations, added a whole other layer of magic to this world, it was pure artistry on every level, unlike anything I had ever seen. And the craftsmanship, Jacqueline Durran and Massimo Cantini Parrini’s stunning costumes, Seamus McGarvey’s breathtaking cinematography, Sarah Greenwood and Katie Spencer set, and the dedication of every single department—made this world come alive in ways I could never have imagined. To experience all of this with Virginia by my side was the greatest gift. I will never forget what it felt like to be Roxane, to sing, to dance, to use every part of myself in this story. Didn’t know how rare and special this one was, or maybe I did but looking back my heart is so full. #Cyrano #JoeWright #PeterDinklage #KelvinHarrisonJr #SidiLarbiCherkaoui #TheNational #JacquelineDurran #MassimoCantiniParrini #SeamusMcGarvey #WorkingTitleFilms #SarahWright #Puppetry #Dancers #PureMagic #Surreal #DreamComeTrue
Extended Preview for #MagazineDreams. Jonathan Majors delivers an astonishing performance as an amateur bodybuilder who struggles to find connection in his relentless pursuit of perfection. Own or Rent Now. Link in bio
We never knew this kind of love was possible. Past relationships were marred by jealousy, cruelty, and injustice, but this is a striking contrast. Together we’re raising a strong, confident, spirited daughter, and at the same time, pursuing our individual passions. Joe continues to nurture the wildly eccentric, inquisitive woman I am. Our unwavering support for each other allows us to flourish in ways we never imagined. Goals: Fun. Play. Not taking self too seriously. Creation. Rebellion.
