we were just fools sitting under the setting sun

pushing and pulling, ever ready to jump the gun.

long time no blog

excuse the mosquito bite on my forehead, they feasted on my blood when i went camping in sequoia!

hello everyone! it's been a while, hasn't it?

i hope this blogpost finds everyone in good health and great times. in the month and a half that i've been silent, not much has happened. well, i lied, a lot has happened. as i've said in earlier posts, this year so far has been the most eventful in my now twenty-three-and-a-half years of life. i've met loads of new people, made new friends, my days and nights have been filled with amazing company and i love the direction my life is taking when regarding the relationships i have and i am currently treasuring and nurturing. this year has also been the most expensive in spending so far, but i ain't mad--you get what you pay for.

right now, i'm at a place in my life where i'm welcoming change--a change of pace, a change of means to reach the ends, and definitely a change of character. throughout this year, my eyes have opened to many new truths and i am adjusting myself to adapt. there's been a lot of time spent in introspection and (as cliché as it may sound) i'm nowhere near the woman i want to be but i'm well on my way towards her.

a lot of change, brewing inside of me and gurgling outside in my daily life..i'm excited! and i haven't really been shooting much or even partaking in my artistic interest, i kind of lost the groove but i'll be hopping back into soon. sometimes it just feels awesome to take a break and live.

so, until next time, à bientôt!

daphne guinness

yes, yes, she is the direct heiress to the 18th century beer the i love so much.

she is also an artist, socialite, and muse to many designers and artists as well.

i know her best as the muse to the amazing alexander mcqueen (all hail mcqueen!)

i recently found out that her mother was an artist and muse to man ray and dali,

who were daphne's neighbors growing up when her family spent the holidays

in spain.. just imagine! maybe that was the precursor to this woman's surreal

and utterly divine sense of fashion. can you believe she's forty-five?!?!

spiritual retreat

i've been quite taken by the beauty of this place,

and the photos i'm about to share are from my first visit

to joshua tree national park--just two hours away from los angeles.

since this trip we took on a random tuesday in january,
we've all made it a point to go at least once a month.
things get better with each and every visit!

it's always good to take a break from the city every now and then
fill your lungs with better air, take in everything you can with your senses
unplug from society and just go out there to explore the unfamiliar

let's all tune into the universe and reach for our inner indigo child.

queen of procrastination

these days i'm always having to catch up with stuff

like my 2D design color theory midterm-project

(that got blown away in the wind on monday -__-),

all those pictures of joshua tree i wanted to post up,

and editing the photos from past shoots that i haven't touched..

school and work has kind of cluttered my mind as well as..

oh, you know..

back to black

because black seems to dominate my wardrobe

because my attachment to this bodysuit is borderline obsessive

because i'm so happy now that i can tie my awkward mess of hair back

i've dawdled the hours away on mad men and google

now it's time to head out and explore the neighborhood park

(which i haven't stepped foot in since moving to the area)

thoughts

it's been a while since i've actually sat down here, wanting to translate my private thoughts into words so public. there was a time when they used to flow so freely...now, i have to stop, think, make sure of their arrangement before spilling them out onto the keyboard. what's happened to the aspiring writer who couldn't get through the day without expressing herself?

i find myself here again, the place where everything stands so still, passing the time in contemplation. i realize now that i have lost something i once couldn't bear to live without. even now, this feels a little strange, a little forced, and slightly foreign. somewhere along the way, i got caught up with life and my responsibilities, i got caught up with my relationships with people and the worries that come with living without the support of one's parents that i just...forgot. i lost sight of why i moved out in the first place, i lost sight of the dreams i boldly stepped forward to achieve, and i lost sight of myself.

i am in no way lamenting the loss of person i used to be--with the way life is, finding another current in it's flow is expected; dreams change while goals get rearranged, and we as people are constantly reinventing ourselves. the questions i currently have to face are: who am i now? what do i want? what do i aim to achieve? which path do i choose to take?

and of course, the last one would be: what am i afraid of?