Showing posts with label Moodboards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moodboards. Show all posts

Friday, December 28, 2012

She was a primal institution, she was a danger to herself yeah


Nouk Torsing by Djamel Boucly


I love absolutely everything about this editorial. The Alain Quilici shoes just about kill me.. and I have the most worrying hair envy. This is dangerous because I am known to start chopping hair off when the mood strikes. Luckily, I haven't actually had a hair boo-boo yet.. but these baby bangs are screaming at me to abandon my fresh resolution to stop fucking with my hair. My other resolution, by the way, is to stop cussing so much.

Looks like I might break both before January 1. 

How fucking typical.

Photo Source : Fashion Gone Rogue



Monday, December 6, 2010

The cold heart will burst If mistrusted first.. And a calm heart will break when given a shake..

Photos by Allyssa Heuze

Too often do we waste time on the unimportant. We judge others when we feel judged, we jump to conclusions, we accuse each other of things our own paranoia fuels us to think, we say things that can not be un-said, we neglect those who need us, we turn our backs on those in pain, we scrutinize, patronize and take each other for granted.

Sometimes I wonder, do we sometimes not realize that those we claim to love the most, are those we also hurt the most?

The problem is, we forget that everyone is hurting, and that maybe they're just not talking about it. Just because someone says "I'm OK" or "It doesn't bother me" or "I'll be fine", it doesn't mean we can dismiss their case as nonexistent. Some of those who put on their bravest faces, are those who suffer most immeasurably. Pride gets in the way of showing their pain, and those around don't realize that this doesn't mean the suffering has diminished, but that it might actually be at its most excruciating point. Not everyone can talk about their feelings, some of us also get tired of feeling sorry for ourselves or are afraid to share and look like a pathetic wreck, or impose on others. We arrive on this earth alone, and we will all die alone. True. But you can suffer your pain and heal on your own, and end up with less scars when you know someone is there to hold your hand along the way.

Some people are "happy" with their lives and therefore refuse to "allow" someone who isn't in a good place to rain down on their parade. That's fair. Who wants to suffer when they don't have to? Who wants to watch someone suffer? It isn't easy to sweep in and be strong for two or even more people. We are only human. We are strong, but we are weak. We are different, but we are all the same. And in the end, we are in this race and on our own.

I sometimes ask myself if I am being tested. For each level of pain that I pass, my reward seems to be more pain. Most of the time, its hard to appreciate the lessons taught to you by bad experiences.. but how else will we learn? We rarely learn from good experiences, especially if we are continuously blessed. You learn to be humble when you crash and have to pick yourself up off the ground. You learn when you are exhausted and you lash out and you ask yourself questions, the why, the how, the why me? I asked myself, why was I blaming others for my pain? Why was I not taking responsibility for how I was feeling? Was I being ignorant and expecting too much from others who might be suffering as much or even more than I already was? I felt like a child, nitpicking on details and over analyzing life, thinking I knew more than I really did and I thought, I'm pretty sure someone has felt the same kind of despair I am feeling, because of something I did to them. We are all born hypocrites, we cant help it, we don't know any better, but maybe if I was aware of what I was putting out there, I could stop myself before I inflict any more pain on anyone - especially if I don't mean to.

So the conclusion to the lessons I have reluctantly learned in the last half year are going to be a jump off point for my new years resolution. I have lost so many loved ones this year, too many, and many around me have lost their loved ones and it makes me wonder: have we told them how much we loved them before we lost them, or were there unresolved issues that could have been fixed? I never want to have to ask myself that question again. And so no matter what happens, and even if I get hurt in the end, I will always, always tell people how I feel about them.

When you love someone, tell them. You might never get a chance to do so again.

When you are angry, express yourself. Write a letter, speak to friends. But don't accuse blindly, don't let your insecurities get the best of you. You might make a mistake you can never undo again.

When you are sad, don't be afraid of it. Emotions are what make us human, and happy or sad, we should never deny ourselves what we are feeling.

Cry. It cleanses the soul.

Write. Even if its only to yourself.

Don't take anything for granted. Nothing in life is permanent. Don't wait until you lose something or someone before you realize how much it/they meant to you.

Stop judging others for their mistakes. Work on correcting yours.

Enjoy what you have and share it. Everything in life is even better when you can share it with someone, anyone.

Forgive those who have wronged you. If you harbor grudges, you are only hurting yourself. There is nothing you cant forgive.

Laugh. Even if this means indulging in a corny spoof movie or getting drunk and laughing with your friends. Its the ultimate band aid for the heart.

Be honest. With others and yourself. The truth might hurt for now, but a lie can ruin your life.

Dream. Dream big. And don't ever let anyone convince you that you cant have what you dream to have. Only you know that. You have to believe you can achieve something, or you might as well stop dreaming altogether.

Don't take anything too seriously. Everything will pass eventually.

Love your family. Blood is thicker than water and they will love you even when the whole world turns their back on you.

And lastly, and most importantly, learn to love yourself.

Nobody is perfect, and nobody will ever be perfect. You can only be the best you that you can be. Don't try to be someone else, don't envy someone for what they have that you don't. Look in the mirror and see the good, dismiss the bad. Don't be so hard on yourself.. learn so you don't make the same mistakes again. And if you do, try again. You have the rest of your life to better yourself, you owe it to yourself to at least try. In the end, we only have one life.. if you're going to live it, live it like you mean it.

When you have accomplished all these things.. teach me how.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

I will never know what had rot my heart it just came and went in the dark

Photos by Hannah Bacalla

BTS & Makeup by Michael Chavez
wearing Forever 21 tank, Terranova leggings, Monikapolitan cat-eye sunnies

These are the last shots from my shoot with Hannah. The sunnies just deserved a little attention, that's all. You can get them at Monikapolitan for a steal, its ridiculous.

My eyelids are falling as I'm typing this. The last few days I managed to paint my (new) walls, buy little things for the new place and unpack most of the boxes. I love my little corner up in the tree house, and when I'm done with it, it will be my little haven, my little hiding place away from reality. Tomorrow I am heading to the city for a little work, and a little play. I miss my wifey and we have lots to catch up on. The island is bustlin' with the pre-season preparations, anticipation of Halloween and turning this little sleepy island into techno island yet again. Quite a few things going on for me this season - excitement, confusion and sheer terror are the main emotions ruling my thoughts these days.. so much change in so little time - I almost feel like a brand new person. My social calendar is figuratively overflowing and I'm not complaining.. I have spent so much time lately enjoying cheap red wine and pasta with friends, its become some kind of therapy session for me. Nothing heals a wounded soul like other pure souls who gather with you to share their strength.

I have been asked if I would start my own SATC style blog, now that I am back on the singles market, and I had to laugh. Writing about sex in NYC is one thing, but on this island? I think it would be much too easy to figure out who I was talking about, and lets face it, it would just end up being more like a gossip girl column.. although I have to admit, the prospect of having some kind of empowered female voice to pick apart the jerks publicly, is one filled with temptation.. But don't worry boys, maybe another time. This girl is too busy to kiss and tell.

PS: What were the good interior design blogs again?


Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Our veins are thin, our rivers poisoned, we want the sweet meat, we want the young blood..


When Hannah suggested we do a shoot while I was in town, I knew I couldn't say no. One day I caught myself gazing at Brian M. Viveros' work in a mesmerized daze, I had to suggest we try something inspired by it. Perfect for the mood I'm in nowadays, sick of the pretty pretty and craving for the bloody and radical.. all this fake blood was morbidly fun to play with. It was such a joy shooting with her, she is amazingly professional and prepared, and it was all over in a jiffy, we didn't have to use too many frames. My boy Michael Chavez did the makeup, in his usual spectacular fashion.. and he even let me keep my insane eyelashes. Thank you Eden for taking over the BTS.. you are amazeballs ♥

The end result is on Hannah's blog.



Tuesday, May 18, 2010

KEMP CRUSH

[photo source- TFS]

MASSIVE GIRL CRUSH.

CHARLOTTE KEMP MUHL

Actress, model, musician, poet, writer & beautiful girlfriend of Sean Lennon.


Saturday, November 7, 2009

There's more than one way to fly.


Sudden surges of inspiration equals to procrastinating via photoshop. Hey, you gotta take what you can get, no?

This morning I was looking at some vlogs and I have to say its always nice to hear bloggers actual voices and the way they speak, it just adds more dimension to a character one only knows through still shots. I would like to do a vlog someday, but I guess Ill wait until I actually have something to say. Maybe you guys should go first ;)

If I could choose a state to stay in for the next week it would be floating on a water bed in a dreamlike psychedelic sun shower infused thought bubble, complete with shootings stars, glowing daisies and a warm and salty sea breeze. Then I would wear all my newly crafted feather accessories, my drapiest barely-there hippie sundress, an unconventional straw hat, bells on my wrists, and sand all over my feet.. Just add some juice and I'm ready for a fresh magic carpet ride.. ♥