a chilly afternoon nap in the park sounds pretty nice right about now.
also, i have some news!
the tentative date for my new site launch!!!! i’m putting it here because for one, i can’t contain my excitement and for two, it’ll hopefully hold me accountable!
i’ve been working on it with my talented friends over at @soultwinstudio and it’s really something, a fresh experience, it’s anything but lackluster and i’m so damn excited to share it with the world — more to come on stories soon enough. ...
First sneak peak from my shoot with Kayley and Daniel last week! ⠀
More to come ✨💦🌊⠀
Kayleys hair by: @tmills.hair ⠀
Kayleys makeup by the goddess herself: @kayleys_there ⠀
Daniels tattoo artist: @pepperspicy
Daniels hair by: @hollywood.thebarber
Also - this black lace kimono and black slip are available in my client closet! ...
Happy 3rd Anniversary! ...
Меня поглотила работа так, что даже некогда что-либо писать 😂
У нас сейчас несколько новых классных больших проектов :
Можно четко отследить, насколько наши проекты разнообразные 😁
И мы только начали наш путь) ...
A return to the earth. | Salt-slicked, purple unfolding, toes rooted into the sand — the mise en scene of something you know to be endless, even as sunlight slips ever porously, leaving silhouettes to melt into dusk.
The moment gone, yet tethered. Not long after it, I turn to a page in my pocket journal, awash with the comfort of a piña colada and tide lullaby. It’s a scene that often repeats itself: late evenings tucked into a cozy and procrastinatory corner, drifting in and out of dreams indistinguishable from reality — unaffectionate rambles penned, ripe with moments of odd and lucid specificity.
This, I see, is what it’s like to be far from home. Anchored to nothing but the solace of solitude — writing about life in a general meandering way, true to form. That a new place should be so exhausting and ambiguous and buoyed by all manner of little discoveries, because the skies are cerulean and indigo, because the smells are of dew and flesh and fruit. We are all, in newness, ankle deep in the absolute physicality of it. Where words fail, we wade.