All posts tagged: love

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“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and realize that prisoner was you.” – LEWIS B. SMEDES PRESS PLAY Valentine’s Day seems to be a holiday that stirs up some mixed feelings. The special occasion, which celebrates the purest of human emotions, has in a way been tainted by consumerism and the demand to have a sweetheart. This can easily warp one into believing your worth is dependent on external circumstances. Without realizing it, many of us have bought into the marketing schemes […]

|| THE B A T T L E WOUND ||

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Empowerment
Beauty, Bow, Vintage, Denim, America, Nostalgia,

“Our sorrows and wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion.” –Buddha The Greeks refer to nostalgia as the pain from an old wound. This makes complete sense as I catch myself reminiscing over old photos. Instead of my usual happiness, I emotionally ache. To me, photography and nostalgia seem to go hand and hand. Like nostalgia’s accomplice, photography has the ability to trigger powerful emotions by capturing the fleeting moments in which we long to return. This could certainly feel heightened […]

THE SIREN’S CALL

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Fashion Exploring

THE SIREN’S CALL (A modern response to an ancient tale) Run in search of shelter The vast waters call upon As a means to escape the welter, I often become withdrawn  . . . A pattern I reprise A constant need to roam Yet free may I swim, in his aquamarine eyes, A place which binds me home . . . Behind them lies an unspoken deepness The gift of the seas abyss Where freedom […]

THE S U M M I T || 12.29.14

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Journey / Self

“And she soared high above the trees, towards the vast escaping light. From the shallows of her darkness, she broke free in majestic flight.” – m.r. It was not even two hours after my flight had landed in Los Angeles that I found myself back where I had left off, Elysian Park. Before departing for New York two weeks ago, the crew and I headed up to the same spot after our latest shoot to […]

PETAL P I C K H. E. R.

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“Jim raised me up He hurt me but it felt like true love. Jim taught me that Loving him was never enough.” – LANA DEL REY, Ultraviolence I lay in a feathery cloud of down comforters picking petals off Gerbera flowers the color of pink lemonade. Their uplifting hue providing a refreshing sensation similar to the summer drink. The corners of my mouth being to curl into a slight smirk as I reminisce on the […]

FLIGHTLESS B I R D || 05.12.14

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Soaring east– Three birds took flight  chasing away the demons & shadows of your yesterday. –M.R. As the Summer sun trapped its heat in my apartment, I began to lose energy. Before I could melted into a relaxed state similar to that of a sauna, I decided to kill two birds (never a Mockingbird) with one stone; I headed out for a late afternoon stroll to escape the heat and re0energize. This has become something I […]

Day Tripper

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Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep. I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep. Let the morning time drop all its petals on me. Life, I love you; All is g r o o v y || –59th Street Bridge Song,  Simon & Garfunkel It was the first week of May and a heat wave engulfed the city of Los Angeles. A wave similar to that of the ocean when it casts its lazy spell and shifts your […]

Pretty Thoughts

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You looked at me with certainty.I couldn’t look away.Took your jacket off like,Like you were here to stay.Chasin’ your pretty thoughtsAnd your plastic love.There goes my mind,Let it go.You’re that lace trimmed danger,One day you’ll be the face of a stranger. -Pretty Thoughts, Alina Baraz We were dancing and I was feeding off the energy of everyone around us. We weren’t necessarily dancing together but we seemed to compliment eacb other nicely as people undeniably noticed […]

“The Canvas of My Soul”

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LA Canvas Presents: The Romance Issue x No Vacancy My suede trench coat was softly draped over my freckled shoulders as we sashayed our way up Hollywood Boulevard. A wide brim hat concealed my red-fox fringed hair, which was leaning more on the unkept side. I guess I was going for that effortlessly cool aura tonight anyway. If it weren’t for the noise of my heels as they met the concrete, I would almost say […]