Flying High

Taking self portraits inside has been quite daunting on me. Not that I don't like the experience, I really do as it is pushing me to learn how to work in completely different lighting situations and broaden my horizons on ways to take photos but oh have I missed the outside! Of course it has also been freezing here so going outside spending give or take an hour to take a few photos has quickly lost its charm. Recently though on a very rare day the temperature will reach a high of 55 and I took the advantage last weekend to take some photos in a location outside of my 4 walls. The results you can judge for yourself but you can probably figure out that it is entitled Flying High because of my recent acquiring of a black leather aviator cap that I love more than I've ever loved any other hat in my entire life, mostly because I also got it for $15. WTF I love New York vintage shopping!!! The dress is Jacked Fashion of which you will be hearing much more about in the upcoming weeks and the location of course none other than a random street around me with lots of colorful tags and wheat pasted posters; just my style. 

She's Mad But She's Magic

It's been a few weeks since my performance in Kaytee Papusza of Papusza Couture Pleiades exhibit during NYFW but the fun isn't over quite yet. A week before the show Kaytee, myself, Alaia Brown and the exquisite Gemma Fleming got together and shot a lookbook for said collection. Hikaru Hiranu was our hair sculpture extraordinaire while Tara Lauren perfected the dewy goddess makeup look and Katie Burley created the gorgeous head pieces. There is little to say that hasn't already been said about this collection and my feelings towards Kaytee and her clothing so I will cut it short today and leave you with these enchanting photos by Gemma that took my breath away. Also there is an accompanying video that will literally make your jaw drop. Check it out here and be swept away. 

Celestial Breathing

These past few weeks have been so busy I haven't had any time to take photos, least of all time to blog about them. For me this is like cutting off an artery as this blog and my photos are such an integral part of my life now that I've been doing this for almost 2 years. So one very groggy morning after a long non-stop working week when my body was beyond over-exhausted it randomly just decided to wake up and unwillingly go back to sleep at 8 am despite my 3 am bedtime. I was walking to the bathroom and saw this magnificent light reflecting off the floor. Next thing I knew I was setting up my camera on the tripod, throwing my dress over my head and rolling all over the floor.

I had no idea what I was doing or why or what I wanted to get out of this experience other than I wanted to embrace the light.

Feel it's warmth within my skin, the matted curls, feeble bones and overwhelming soul. 

I wanted to unveil a mystery that I myself don't understand but am constantly trying to wrap my head around. 

There is a quote I came across recently that I can't stop thinking about, "It's just a feeling I've got. Like something's about to happen but I don't know what." 

Celestial breathing of the universe. 

The visible about us seems to rest in itself. 

Its as though our vision were formed in the heart of the visible, or as though there were between it and us an intimacy as close as between the sea and the strand. 

There is a ramification of my body and a ramification of the world and a correspondence between its inside and my outside, between my inside and it's outside. 

The thickness of the body, far from rivaling that of the world, is on the contrary the sole means I have to go unto the heart of the things, 

by making myself a world and by making them flesh.