End of Fall...

Linzer cookies and cappuccinos serve as sustainment as I am traveling and moving around the universe. Winter is slowly creeping in and I can feel it deep down on my bones but the music that surrounds me grow like wild roses through my ribcage keeping me warm. The holiday season holds so much magic. A combination of joy and melancholia which confuses my already weak heart. Holding onto myself so my soul don't fly away like the leaves on my magnolia tree... 

While waiting for all the stars to be aligned and show me the direction...

I continue to create and wander...

Sunbathing...
Model: Amy H.
Photography & Headpiece: Adriana Iris

Thanks Amy can't wait to see what we create in 2015. 

From Savannah, GA best wishes and hope you are enjoying the holiday season.

Among The Trees...

My days have been filled with taking pictures of beautiful strangers. Strangers that quickly become friends as if by snapping my camera the relationships and experiences develop. 

The other night I found myself in a room full of strangers at a party where I knew no one. I stood there under dressed it is so the curse of one that chooses to take photos. Not sure how I got there I had been snapping pictures of celebrities a bit earlier but I now stood in the middle of this room. There were so many pretty strangers in this the space where I wasn't supposed to be. I walked up to a window where I lit a cigarette as if my life depended on it and a stranger handed me a glass of champagne he said he loved my dress and that I reminded him of gypsies and fortune tellers and magic...

I smiled. 

He smiled.  

He asked... So can you ?! 

I responded... Can I ?!

He says...Tell me the future...

I just smiled. 

Truth is I am a lucky girl. One that when she goes to sleep sees images. Images that later I bring to real life. I have seen myself sleeping among the trees with the Spanish moss flying and swaying in the breeze. I see myself happy and napping like a cat in heat. Those images from the ether move me. Regardless if they are nightmares or dreams... 

I wish to bring them forth.

Now with fingers sticky from the many blueberries I just ate... I hit publish...

Among The Trees...

Model: Meghan H.

PA: Cathy Lou

Photography, Dress & Umbrella: Moi

Happy new week...

Fall In Love...

This is officialy the last week of Summer and even in the south-east coast we feel a shift. I sit by a window with my cup of coffee and the newest issue of a girly magazine and I can see a few trees dropping their leaves. The sudden breeze sounds like an emergency broadcast system telling me that summer is slipping through my fingers.  I carefully open the pages of the magazine as if I was browsing through one of the greatest book ever written. The images and the fashion transport me and I am quickly filled with so many words and ideas. Starry eyed and candy cotton minded I begin to sketch a few photography concepts...

My adventures don't seem to come to an end and for that I am incredibly grateful and one of those adventures I wanted to share with you is a  write up Q&A from a local lifestyle blog and beautifully curated website called You're Welcome Savannah. Cedric Smith photographer for You're Welcome took the images and here are a few... Check out the link to read the Q&A and to see the rest of the images.

Photos by Cedric from YWS

For my Nutella lovers I found this recipe we are going to try them this weekend...

Via

   Instagram Freak...

The weekend is upon us and I can't wait to see what's in store for us...

Until then Happy Weekend...and please stay sweet.

About Breaking The Rules...

Finally everything has reached the stillness we needed. The promise that soon we get a few days with no time constriction free of schedules makes me happy. I like waking up late and going to sleep much later. I've never been too good at following any kind of rules but the one rule I never break is feeding my body right. I like really good food and I am a snob about quality ingredients and flavors. The opportunity of visiting the Farmers Market before Thanksgiving is like a pilgrimage to someplace sacred.





And I am easy... and I get seduced by the fresh local organic eggs, artisan breads, hand-churned butter and cheese. Words like Wildflower Honey and Tupelo Honey. The taste and words run around in my mouth and yes... Life is sweet.





You know what else I love?! A Chick rocking a Mohawk... Because it's all about breaking some of the rules.





Your handwriting, the way you walk and talk... The china pattern you choose. Your mannerisms... like fingerprints. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait revealing your nature and who you are. Be proud of who you are of the diary we get to read.









Martini Break...

Savannah Honey Bee Vanilla Martini
In shaker mix… 
Ice, 1 ounce of Vanilla flavored Vodka, 1 ounce of Milk…
On glass lattice pattern some Savannah Honey and cover rim of glass with honey and crumbled graham cracker.
Top with a dollop of Whip Cream.





I hope you are enjoying your weekend. Please stay sweet.

Waltz With The Wind...

Lately I have had that feeling of being stuck inside a pressure cooker. I can hear the whistling sound reaching that point where I feel like screaming. So this morning I left to work and work took me to a garden and I thought I am early I will meditate. I will close my eyes and ask for some internal peace and resolution to situations that are inhabiting this head of mine but quickly all the noise and chatter took over frustrating me much more. My eyes quickly filled with tears adding to the frustration and feeling  of hopelessness. I took a deep breath and with cloudy eyes I saw this...





And since I look for signs everywhere to guide me I took it in. It was a sermon delivered. My sermon. And like a prophecy the trees played the waltz of the wind. It was right there I knew what needed to be done. It was right there I understood.

 


So I went about with my day coming home to a girl that was calling her mama on her princess phone.


 


All I could do after I saw her was ask her to dance. So there in a backyard in the southeast coast stood one little girl and (an almost well done in a pressure cooker) Mama and they danced a waltz with the wind.



Happy Midweek Peeps...

 

Please stay sweet.

About an 8th day...

The week got away from me. Between school, work and the kids I was robbed of my blogging time.
It seems I either need an 8th day of the week or assistants. In hopes of an 8th day I could not end the week without a giveaway and a few pictures.

Since I have repeatedly called her a social butterfly every weekend there is a shindig. She thought it would be funny to dress like a butterfly and carry her cell phone everywhere for the first of 3 Halloween parties she has this weekend.





Tropical Storm Sandy is missing us but with the weather she brought great clouds and a gorgeous sunset to our coast.



A quick idea...





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Polaroid...

I fell in love with photography back in 1978 when my mother was shopping at Sears and the newest of the Polaroid Instant Cameras came out on the market. I was mesmerized with the new camera and I had to sit down like a good student to be shown and demonstrated the new magical camera that would automatically spit out a picture already developed.

I sat there until I heard the click and the zoom like noise. I ran to her after she took my picture because I did not want to miss the moment the picture would actually come out of that camera. As she shook it and blew on it... shook it some more... Which I thought were the moves needed for the final image to develop. Right there at Sears… I fell in love with photography.

Frozen time, helping my memory, capturing history. These were all the thoughts I had in those short minutes at the age 6. A moment so intense and one that would change my life forever


Have a great weekend peeps...



Please stay sweet.

About Shadows...

For as long as I can remember I have been fascinated by light. From sunlight to the shiny prism and the colors reflected on a crystal. One thing I was terrified of were the shadows. As children our imagination takes us on many journeys. You add imagination and experiences lived which also tend to dictate the way we see things and this is how fairy tales are born.







I remember at the age of eight during a complete power blackout I, lit a match close to a window and right there the silhouette of a man that appeared to be 10 feet high.  Scared I ran as fast as I could from the window into my mothers arms. He was trying to break into our home. It was late in the evening and my mother was taking care of all three kids on her own (My father worked nights as a singer in the tourist area of the island) She too was terrified. From the hallway where she had locked herself with all three of us she screamed "Do not come near us I have a gun and I will use it and the police are on their way... Please go away".

To this day nothing is more heartbreaking to me than a mother making a plea for her children.


 



For many years the windows opened after the sunset terrified me but my love for photography and working in a dark room appeased not only the fear of shadows but of darkness. I learned to embrace both sides... the light and the dark. A lesson that would help me throughout life when I was dealing with the highs and lows that we all go through. I learned to balance the yin yang. Using the dark times for reflection and awareness and utilizing the light to counteract the effect of the darkness providing me with inspiration and appreciation without leaving me cynical and jaded.



 



Thirty two years have gone by since my encounter with the scary shadow. Thirty two years since I have feared the darkness. For now I understand if you don't have any shadows...you are not in the light.


 



Happy Midweek Peeps...







And please stay sweet...

I Am Thankful...

I was scared that at some point the police was going to be barging through.
Maybe the military or FBI would make a move through our gorgeous windows.
It should had been illegal I thought...
We should be apprehended.

Oh Glorious South... 

Food for miles and as far as our eyes could see which made me feel blessed and grateful but mindful of the many that don't have this much.
I felt as if I was stealing the bounty of others...
The happiness of being surrounded by so many loved ones and the pride I felt after I delivered the perfect turkey...

TopR Maia Bottom Left SIL and Niece Bottom Right Nephew caught blue crab.

Maia was declared the winner of Thanksgiving Monopoly and I am making it known to the world...





You will find sightings of hearts on my blog among the clouds...
Among the veggies...





To follow a sunset that was so beautiful it hurt...

Tybee Island, GA

The golden light reflecting on their faces the calmness and stillness...
I felt my heart could burst of so much I have been bestow upon...
Why do I question such serenity...





Why do we feel like we are being tricked if everything is going alright...
I take a deep breath and breathe it all out...
I am here and this is now...

My daughter's grandpa.

Golden Maia

Maia&Cousin 

I take another deep breath lift my head to the skies...
I am Thankful...

Mi familia

Next up...
The Nutcracker...






I hope your thanksgiving was blessed and full of joy...
Stay Sweet Peeps!

3,600 Seconds...

Could it be possible that I am already mourning the weekend? 

Friday morning came around seductively and with a touch of nostalgia.
A sunny cold and windy morning moved me to wrap my afghan around my shoulders...
I felt like one of those Victorian woman as I was sipping on my coffee looking out the window... 

Watching the neighbors go about their day I wonder what my plans for the weekend will be. 

A cool breeze blows my hair into my eyes and as I clear the way and brush off the finer of strands I decide that I will make no plans... 

I will let it be...  

I fear scheduling anything will make the time go faster and this Friday morning will be just a memory...
I fear if I say three o' clock this Saturday afternoon it will make it just so and this Friday will be just a memory... I fear to ask you to meet me downtown in one of the squares on Sunday morning before the church bells ring and Friday will be just a memory...

Then just as gently he brushes my hair off my face...
He reminds me come Sunday morning we get an extra 3,600 seconds... 

Always giving me what I need I smile and say...
I will stand still and let it be...

Enjoy the weekend and the extra hour you might get... 

Stay Sweet Peeps!

View From The Top...

She likes daring rides that turns her upside down and down again...
over and under until you have no idea if you are standing or spinning or flying...





I love how fearless she is when it comes to roller-coasters... on a stage... anywhere...and everywhere...








This is where I find myself very inhibited. I like the view from the top but that is just as daring as I wanna be...
Maybe because my whole life has been nothing but a roller-coaster ride and not even playfully I wish to ride...





Yes, I like the a view from the top ...
We all love the view from the top...
We hate the loops ...
The twist and turns...





Searching for a clear view from the top....
I walked through the streets and the markets...
Searching... For life. For music. For inspiration. For tranquility.
For myself...

Paris Market Savannah, GA

Faux Fur Collar I want...

I returned home to find everything in the same place...
Just like how I had left it...

Mia's 1st Lollipop

On a night filled with spooky and scary things the only thing that haunts me is the past... All the monsters from my childhood closet underneath this Halloween moon come out to play... I hear the closet-door creaking and the shadows slipping through... The voices trying to chain me down... The shadows are intricate and hard to define... The image of all the predators like on a projector are cast on my living room wall...
Scared and breathless I watch the moon-set...

2011 Halloween

The sun rises quickly...
Now bathed in golden light the future seems clearer...
Just like that... I am back on top...
Oh! How we love the view from the top...




Happy November... Stay Sweet Peeps!