White Flag...

I look at him through red eyes that are swollen which mask my origin.  
Unaware if I am happy, I falter. 
I am a mix of fear and anger.
Laced with a bit of sadness and weakness.
Stuck between shades of green, grey and blues.
I look at him and tell him life is so hard for this heart of mine.
He shakes his head in disbelief knowing that I am the girl from that one sad song.

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The other day I felt as if there wasn't one soul on this earth frustrated with me.
The other day I felt as if I was carrying the weight of the galaxy on my shoulders. 
The other day I felt that  if I created  accordingly it would be clear I have surrendered...



White Flag
Model: Carolyn A.
Photography & Concept: Adriana I.

Song to the Siren...

From my About Page

I was born on an enchanted island at the shores of the Caribbean Sea. 

Where I weaved seashells and starfish into my hair.

Dreaming of mermaids, pirates and Undines. 

I played under the hot sun close to the equator and underneath 

many waterfalls for most of my childhood... 

I danced to African drumbeats underneath the moonlit skies... 

Under the rain forest canopy I fell in love for the first time.

Now, I live where the sun rises on the coast of Georgia.

Because the ocean is a part of me and who I am... 

Close to the horizon I wish to be. 

My interconnection with the ocean is organic neither trite or cynical. There are days when I crave the salty taste on my lips like some crave a piece of cake. As a child, I swore I could hear Yemaya calling me from the inside of the many seashells and waves that I played in. I ate sea grapes under many palm groves pretending to be the queen of it all. There... on the groves... the pirates would try to take my land which I would defend fiercely with the same machete that would help me drink my coconut water. 

When I became a women my walk would try to mimic the sway and way of the palm trees on a windy afternoon. Those same palm trees would serve as my bed while I would read poetry to my beloveds. I drank many bottles of Lambrusco underneath them and  received many kisses. The ocean is part of me and who I am...

Song to the Siren...

Photography:  Adriana Iris
Model:  Amy H.
MUA:   Maia Luna
Location:  Ocean

Thanks Amy H. You are magic...

Happy Tuesday!

Sands of Time...

Trying my hardest to grab onto this thing called time. I try to hold it between my hands, to make it stand and stop and be still. Wishing it wasn't ruthless and would just wait for me. Time, continues to betray me. The other night at the very last minute I remembered I had scheduled a conceptual shoot for the following day. The music festival left me flying so high it slipped my mind and with no location or wardrobe planned... I decided to go ahead and do the shoot. The images reflect that I,  in fact, am struggling with time but not with ideas. As props we used things I found in the trunk of my car.  As a backdrop we used the skies and the sand. So here it goes... 

Sand Clock...

Model: Blair W.

Photographer: Adriana Iris

PA: Ms. M

Location: The Desert

Thanks Blair you were the perfect muse...

Enjoy the weekend next post will be all about St. Patrick's and the celebration in Savannah, GA. For now... Erin Go Bragh!