Alpha...

When I wrote my last words here it was summer... Today it's autumn. At the beginning of the month I heard over the news that an Alpha female wolf had been shot and killed from the air. "A Huckleberry Pack has been feeding on sheep being raised on private forest lands in northern Stevens County in Washington - said the news reporter." The only wolf killed was the Alpha female shot from a helicopter by a federal contractor. 

From up in the air they could not tell it was the Alpha.

From down on the ground I was inspired.

She Wolf

Models: Vy D. , Elaine H.

MUA: Megan G.

Photo & Styling: Adriana I.

Thanks Vy, Elaine and Megan.

A life in harmony with nature, the love of truth and virtue, will purge the eyes to understanding her text.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson 

A Tribe Called Women...

This blog post began on July the 20th of 2014. I was inspired by Brooke Shield's old movies Pretty Baby and The Blue Lagoon that would be my point of origin but the shoot fell flat. It was cloudy, rainy and I felt it had no dimension. Or maybe I had no dimension at the moment. At times I wonder if I am solar powered. My Pretty Baby was more like a scene of Rosemary's Baby and my Blue Lagoon was more like the Black Lagoon...

Unconciously... I deleted the files only keeping 3 images and I begged Amy to reshoot. 

I gave her the excuse that most give... It's not you... It's me.

She asked "Are you breaking up with me?!"

To which I quickly reply  "No, I just need a break".

And a break I took...

:::Enter Deedee:::

There are people that come into your life and without any explanation they enhace your life and reality bring happiness and laughter as if breathing life into you. There are beings that come into our lives and turn a dull day into nothing but beauty... That's Deedee. A tribal dance teacher and my make up artist for many of my shoots. A single mom finishing her Masters degree... she is perfect.

:::Thank You:::

Amy thank you for whispering the words primtive and Niema and for the many lessons.

Niema thank you for your vulnerability and spirit. I am honored.

I, now proudly present to you the production and creation of a small tribe of women...

The Tribe...

Models : Amy H., Niema R.

MUAH & Styling : Deedee C.

Photography: Adriana Iris

Location: Our Village aka Savvy, GA

“It’s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman...

Phenomenally.”   

Maya Angelou

Tribe

Montparnasse...

I am sitting around in this cafe where for the price of a cappuccino and a scone I get to conduct a few business meetings. Artists' lack of space has always been an issue. I sit in this cafe which reminds me of the bohemian era of Montparnasse in France. 

There and for many years artists were so poor they would rent a table to create and conduct their work. The resemblance to bohemian Paris is evident. Then, many masterpieces were drawn unto napkin paper as well as poetry that would make a grown man weep. Art that was lost in exchange of tobacco or a bottle of wine. 

The artist movement is filled with such sacrifice and hunger. The artist is the innovator and dictator of trends. Artists are the manufacturer of visual beauty and new standards. Artists will create the new sounds and lyrics that will speak for a nation of repressed individuals. Music can guide towards freedom and for the ones already free it will turn you into a believer and maker of love. 

There is a Bohemian Montparnasse in each city. It is the artist the one that can't even afford him/herself. 

While the Bourgeoisie claims and steals ideas that are birthed in places such as small cafes, park benches even subway stations where most geniuses gather and meet with ideas fresher than your farm to table consumption... It is the artist that struggles to buy an apple. 

Or in this case... another scone.

We are gulping the summertime as if our life depends on it. 

Hope you are enjoying your summer days and nights.