Be Mine...

Fact is, the day when we celebrate love may have darker origins. Ancient Romans celebrated the feast of Lupercalia on Feb. 13-15. The feast involved animal sacrifices and whipping women, thought to make them more fertile. During the times before Christianity and where most of our celebrations come from which are Pagan traditions their ways were far more complex.

Today many of us are jaded and cynical towards the holiday. We have allowed material possessions to be  the reflection of ourselves and the defining factor of our success. When in reality none of us get what we need from anyone unless we provide it for ourselves. 

My favorite thing about this Valentine's Day specifically is the cover for a local and free newspaper. I shot the image in the company of my longtime friend Cathy. The model was Janay a local writer and journalist which one day will pen the next great American novel. The art director for the day was Heather and I have a feeling I've made a friend for life. I even found the way to include Nicole Edge, a local dress designer that if you knew her many talents you would think she is Super girl. An all female cast for the production of a cover.  How's that for fertility?!?!

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Today, some crave chocolates and roses. 

Today, I crave love...self love and empowerment.

Today, I celebrate...

Happy Valentine's Day and Happy Weekend.

Guiding Light...

Saturday morning I woke up with the morning light pouring in through my windows as if marking a perfect path towards my bathroom so I could get out of bed and go get ready. Because I am all about signs. I look for them continuously. From the clouds that the cream forms in my coffee to the clouds up in the skies. I look for signs that guide me.  The plan?  Pick up a friend and go to a music festival.
Dressed in delicate lace and gauze two barefooted girls packed a car and went off...






Because I am all about that sunlight and I bathe in it like Cleopatra swam in milk. I love each season but I am a girl that needs the sun. Closest to the equator I need to be. The sunlight washes me clean. Nothing like purelight to disperse all the ghosts. The breeze kept kissing me like my lover's hands and we drank water infused with berries until we felt it was appropriate to consume the spiked lemonade,
which by a democratic vote was 12:30 pm







We debated music as if searching for the meaning of life.
Because music moves me it stirs my soul it is a language that only my ears have mastered and I want my body, my fingers to follow through. I want to play all of this melancholy out of me, to strum it on the guitar or maybe the piano keys. I want to write songs filled with hope but also anger and desperation. That's my problem I want so many things.







Restless at the witching hour I decide to return home and now I am welcomed by the light of a full moon lighting up the backyard. Teased by the wind all day I run into my lover's arms.


Instagram freak...




Happy Monday!