love birds

My wonderful friend Michelle is trying to upstart her own photography business and needed a couples shoot for her soon to be up and running website. I wore my favorite shirt at the moment which is a peach collard shirt with cream polka dots and buttons, and i got to pose with Adrian which is rare since he's usually behind the camera, and got to hang out in one of my favorite places ever in Miami (which is scheduled to be demolished :( ). All in all a very successful day.

Michelle Renee Photography (follow her on fb!)

boy crazy

I've been spending all summer watching old hollywood movies and lusting over leading men like these. If only Jimmy Stewart would bring me the moon.

five things

Five things you will find if you open my bag:
1. water melon bubblicious
2. birthcontrolpillz
3. hello kitty wallet
4. ipod
5. bobby pins/loose change

Five things in my bedroom:
1. peacock feathers
2. paint brushes
3. postcards
4. assorted cameras
5. wine bottles

Five things I’ve always wanted to do in my life:
1. visit Paris
2. be in a band
3. live in New York City
4. hike/bike/camp for weeks
5. learn to make jewlery

Five things that make me very happy:
1. drives by myself with loud music
2. loud boisterous fun with family/friends
3. staying in and drinking wine and watching bad horror movies with my man
4. having more fun than expected
5. good food

Five things I’m currently into:
1. The Shangri-las
2. James Dean
3. Bruce Lee movies
4. grapefruits
5. trying to create and not just consume

Five things on my to-do list:
1. pack
2. paint
3. move
4. go out
5. stay in

Five things some people may or may not know about me:
1. I like my coffee nearly black with one spoonful of sugar
2. I like my teas light with jasmine or lemon and no sugar
3. I kill every computer I touch
4. I sleep on my belly
5. I like red wine more than white

candy hair

I am so in love with lavender and cotton candy hair right now. It's so light and sweet and feminine.

(1/2. Photographer Bec Parsons for Yen magazine 3. Anastasija for Proenza Schouler 4. Hailey Clauson by Jason Lee Parry)

too much

I hate when problems become too vague, too broad, too abstract, too deep, too buried, too far, too subconscious, too big, too messy to pinpoint. It's not something you can just study extra hard for, or talk it over, or extinguish. It's too much.

WishList

I want

• to go to the MAM (even though it's 4 dollars back and forth via metro now)
  
• go to the library and check out And The Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks by Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs
• high wasted boyfriend shorts from u.o. (that I can't afford)
• MiuMiu shoes i certainly cannot even begin to imagine affording
• to learn to play the guitar/andor bass
• some one to pack all the ridiculous amounts of shit i have, labeled in color coded sharpie for the big move.

I need

• to pack/prep the new apartment for our arrival
  
• to buy a tour book of Prague/Paris/London
• a new laptop, since mine died, again, of course.
• a mini moleskine
  
• to finish The Unbearable Lightness of Being
• the Shangri-las on vinyl
  

On being 13 and the doors.

When I was 13 was when I first became conscious of life. Everything felt so much more intense than it had ever before and for the first time I was discovering myself. I would listen, really listen, to led zeppelin in my room every day, as I wrote in my journal awful poetry about things I didn't understand yet. 13 was the age I first fell in love. It felt so much deeper than any of the silly crushes I had formed in my childhood, nothing could compare to the, deep, primal, feeling that sent electricity to every last part of my body, and left my brain feeling fuzzy and my cheeks flushed. Our break up coincided with my introduction to The Doors. He had left me for a mean, jealous, conniving girl, who he came up with all sorts of cutesy nicknames for and shared, coincidentally, the same love for The Doors. Now for a 13 year old girl, it was devastating, and I made a silent promise to loathe The Doors and every last song that they probably crooned to each other. All my friends had the T-shirt with Jim Morrison passed out on stage, praised his poetry, and owned their cd's, but I would have none of it. It wasn't until a few years later that I could finally stomach some of their songs, but even then, nothing to do with love, they were still dating, and would date for 3 years total (of course). Finally they broke up and in the accidental, funny way life can be, we re fell in love. A mix between hurt feeling subsided and time finally allowed me to listen to The Doors, still now I only really love a couple of songs, my 13 year old biting feelings have long, lonnnnng subsided, and we're about to have been together for 4 years already, so why certain songs still make me sick, I'm not sure, but when Adrian caught me listening to them and asked "Don't you hate The Doors?" I couldn't help but laugh at life's impeccable sense of humor.