Grasshopper...

Last night under the covers I felt the winter's cold in my bones...winter is cruel to my senses and it violates all my sensibilities. I kept rubbing my feet like most grasshoppers do in the summertime. My knitted socks produced enough electricity to remind me you were laying right next to me and that I should seek for shelter. Afterall isn't that what grasshoppers do...

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.

Just Because...

Trophy Wives

American Hologram

Recreation The Band Cover Album art

Pretty things and people I've seen while documenting my own existence because I know life is short. 

My favorite poem at the moment because I am such a sap.

Poem by Pablo Neruda 

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you; 

I go from loving to not loving you,

From waiting to not waiting for you

My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; 

I hate you deeply, and hating you

Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you

Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume

My heart with its cruel

Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who

Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,

Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. 

Halloween Inspired...

Many times I am inspired by someone perhaps something they did or said and that person doesn't even know it. 

As if guarding a secret I use the inspiration to take me to places in my mind where I have not been.

I've been living life to the fullest and became my own lover. 

I must admit... I am a damn good lover.

I have laughed with many strangers and traded many stories. 

The city at the moment rages around me but I've built space where I find silence...stillness.  

I can't seem to forget that I was bred by Yemaya, the African drum, magic and witchcraft.

Then... there is the nighttime. The moon that feeds my creative soul. The ghosts that try to creep in. 

Haunting monsters that only reside within but I am always ready for a good battle.

*Four girls ran around a haunted house with a camera and this is what we created...

Haunted House Shoot

Models:  Blair B, Carolyn A, Laura Y.

MUAH: Sarah Cuda

Photography: Adriana I

Location: Hilton Head Firefighters Haunted House.

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Happy Halloween everyone...

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 

Castles In the Sky...

I have chosen exhilaration over comfort many times. Free falling I close my eyes and enjoy the ride. Everyday I wish to create magic not certain I only trust intuition. Unapologetic, I own my reality with my head up high and my spirit free. 

There was once a country of honey

With roofs color vermilion

Where I was a queen, and he was the king

In a kingdom of love stories

My magical castle in the air...

Castle in the sky...

Model: Amelia J.

MUA: Emily W.

Location: Castle

Photography: Adriana I.

Belated Birthday...

I began writing this post on August 10th...

On my birthday I went out to take a few photos. We had a shoot scheduled at another location and some magical theme planned but the day before most of Savannah was flooded. Expecting more rain on my birthday I drove to the top floor of a parking garage.
There at a garage parking lot with a model and 20 yards of tulle we shot. This is the outcome...

City Of Angels

Model: Ashlee C

Photography and Dress: Adriana Iris

August 10th...

Today would be the birthday of an ordinary girl from an ordinary place in no special time. Today is the day where she believes she was born. On a tiny place where most cartographers forget to point out. So tiny you need a magnifying glass. Today is the day where a girl declares her existence. She goes around proudly poor documenting her surroundings as if the images fed her anything other than her soul. Her mouth sings in the winter many summertime songs and in the summer she sings wintertime songs just to be original. Today would be the birthday of an ordinary girl from an ordinary place in no special time.

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.

Walk The Line...

There has been weddings, concerts, a haircut, dinners, parties and many cocktails...

There has been artists, dancers, singers and many poets...

It has been a while since I wrote and allow my thought process to be poured on these pages and I have missed it. These pages represent to me silence and stillness. I stay up all night but I can't seem to quiet my mind... I blame it on the moon and the stars. I have return to self and with a dance of my fingertips I let my spirit be free and open if only for a moment.

About my latest conceptual photos... 

1. Not all have been published for I will somehow be showing many images that have yet to be seen at my imaginary gallery show that one day will happen.

2. I know I am supposed to allow you to think and find a meaning to whatever I create but...The series of images that will follow are nothing but a whispered scream. The following images to me represent femininity, satire and strength. I was inspired by Kay and for the things she never got to say and because deep within I know she had a great sense of humor. I was inspired by so many survivors and women across the world. I was inspired by the many women that settle because they feel they are not enough. 

3. The following images are a whispered protest for the many times...

I walked next to a pig instead of loving myself.

Walk The Line...

Model: Wendy P.  
MUA & Dress: Deedee C.

Pig:  Amos

Photography: Adriana Iris

“Never try to teach a pig to sing; it wastes your time and it annoys the pig.”

Thanks Wendy P. and of course Amos which by the way... 
He is way sweeter than most pigs I've come across...

Stay Sweet...