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human.kind is our social conscience. It's how we do good

​We have two passions.

One is driving human connection through social interaction. The other is doing good through small, every day acts of kindness. 


When was the last time you gave money to charity? Was it an unnoticed direct debit that’s been taking a tenner a month out of your bank account since the biggest question in your life was “Blur or Oasis?” Was it buying a straight-to-bin good-cause gift at your local school fete? Or did you donate your pocket full of shrapnel as a way to get the well-meaning but deeply irritating person off your doorstep?

The reality is, that the problems in the world can seem so big, that individuals feel too small to make a difference, and so they do nothing. But imagine if EVERYONE did nothing?

By choosing your event through boho & prosecco,  you are giving back to local causes and supporting a business that strives to be unique, ethical, cruelty free and eco-friendly.

We also have an upcoming human.kind project in the pipeline, where you can be involved in connecting with a group of like minded individuals, where we hit Perth's streets and spread some joy around. Be sure to sign up to our mailing list if you want to be kept in the loop with details.

human.kind aims to show people that you can be charitable through every day actions.

If one lights a fire for others, one will brighten ones own way.


why choose us?

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we're gutsy

What started off as caffeine and a dream, is now a hustle where "No" is not part of our vocab,  fear of failure has become our fuel to succeed, and every challenge is subject to a stare-off (we always win). We allow ourselves 5 emotional minutes in the day, then we've gotta be Gangster.

we love australia

While we have moments where we're borderline offensive amongst ourselves,  we have big hearts. We're do-gooders, suckers for a cause, bleeding hearts. Call it what you will, we believe that most people want to help, they just don't know how, so we provide that platform. By choosing us as your event provider, a portion of the profit from your package fee is donated to one of the charities we support.

we're cruelty free

Because going to bed each night knowing we didn't contribute to any beings suffering makes our souls shine.

we care about our footprint

We don't inherit the Earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children. And let's face it, Mother Nature is pretty rad. We do our best to keep her on side by being plastic, BPA and waste free. That means no rubbish, and no nasty chemicals moving through our water drains and into our rivers & oceans. 


Have a place that's special to you? Or need a suggestion on where to hold your event? We've got suggestions for indoors, outdoors, and even in the comfort of your own home.

little doves

Little Doves is a friendship and support group for mothers who have experienced loss. It was started by two Perth women who met after both losing full term babies. They offer a community where women who have suffered the loss of their baby can be supported by other's who have experienced what they have been through.


Little Doves also make the memory boxes that mothers receive from the hospitals after a loss. They are filled with items to help them grieve and to make the short time they have with their baby in hospital as special as possible. There are many mothers who are not ready when they have an emergency birth,  and have nothing to wrap their babies with or even items to have photos with. The boxes have items such as small blankets, wraps, teddies, photo frames, candles, small photo albums, flower seeds, face washes, beanies (from golf ball size up) to help the parents create a lifetime of memories with the baby in just a few short minutes or hours.

The contribution from your booking will go towards assisting Little Doves to create these Memory Boxes for grieving parents.

edgar's mission

Specifically, this cool dude, Parker. This kind and gentle giant, brandishing a sore calloused neck and a tight bailing twine collar, was  rescued from the council pound by Edgar's Mission. He helped calm his scared friend Vincent Van-Goatee on the journey to their new home. A bout of life-threatening kidney stones meant Parker needed his urethra relocated. After surgery his intensive care involved managing his pain and recovery. Daily monitoring of nutrient and mineral intake keep kidney stones at bay and the contribution from your booking assists with this. Parker is the perfect gentleman and by his side every step of the way in life has been his best friend, Vince.

Edgar’s Mission Farm Sanctuary is a not-for-profit farm sanctuary with a vision for a humane and just world for all.

It was founded by Pam Ahern and named after her first rescued pig, Edgar Alan Pig. Edgar, a gentle giant, touched so many people and was an amazing ambassador for pigs and farmed animals everywhere.

An estimated 500 million ‘food’ or ‘production’ animals in Australia are excluded from the protections of animal welfare legislation. They endure lives of abject misery in factory farms: barely able to move, they are subjected to acts of cruelty that would be illegal if done to a cat or dog. They live without sunshine, without freedom, without being able to socialise, without hope.

Edgar’s Mission provides you with a glimpse into a different world – a world of kindness.


Street Doctor is a mobile GP clinic that aims to improve the health and wellbeing of homeless, transient, disadvantaged and marginalised people in the Perth area. It’s an easily accessible, non-judgemental health service that works closely with other community services to promote interest in community health.

With over 9000 people in WA homeless on any given night, StreetDoctor helps to bridge the gap in the health of those living rough.

While StreetDoctor can assist with care and support for our street-folk, they rely on donations for essentials such as food and winter clothing to hand out.


Contributions from your booking will go towards warming the hands, feet & hearts of those sleeping rough on our streets, with winter woollies such as gloves, socks, beanies, scarves, blankets and sleeping bags provided to them.

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our local old folk

We generate a tonne of vases of flowers each week for every booking, and we love to bring a smile to the old folk around us that may feel the days are long, or get very few visitors. Any flowers left over from each weeks bookings are bundled up and taken to Nursing Homes around Perth to be given out.  Should you wish to leave your flowers behind, know that you are helping to support this movement. 

​This poem was found among the possessions of an elderly lady who died in the geriatric ward of a hospital. No information is available concerning her — who she was or when she died. But it gave us all the feels and lead to the birth of this movement - the distribution of the flowers left over from bookings. 

What do you see, what do you see? What are you thinking, when you look at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.”

Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what you’re thinking, is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME…

I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will. I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet;
A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known;
I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel , Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again,
I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last 
So I open your eyes, please open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, see ME!

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