Cancer season is officially underway, and I kicked it off big time. Last weekend, I had a huge barbie-themed birthday party with all my friends! It was especially cool because everyone dressed up.
My actually birthday was Monday, and I had a beyond lovely time at the Williamsburg Hotel in brooklyn.
Tomorrow I leave for Paris, so perhaps, it’s fair to say it’s the most wonderful (emotional) time of the year.
xx
some film from a saturday afternoon in central park.
xx
crazy butterfly sweatshirt by petals + peacocks
lost without you tee by petals + peacocks
swim by bayu the label
nothing like summers in nyc. here’s some photos i shot for zero uv around my neighborhood. i was really craving a milkshake and some new reads, so it just worked out.
really excited for my birthday coming up + my trip to paris! i’m planning some cool stuff and ya’ll will love the summer content!
happy monday
xoxo
the memory of who i was slipped away as soon as i left. this month will be ten years since i moved away from my childhood home, six in new york.
i’ve never had a problem letting my past slip away, the person i was left in the night.
she was replaced by dreams of what could be, a life that would someday be mine.
sometimes now, it feels like i have that life. just a little. a soho loft, long blonde hair, the freedom to make art whenever i please, talented friends.
i guess though, i never doubted myself. that’s why it worked so well. there was never the palpable risk of failure, i was too persistent for that.
i hope the slew of social media i press into my eyeballs every day doesn’t take that from me.
and when i start to feel the doubt creep in, i set down my phone.
i return back into this life i have created for myself, this beautiful reality in all it’s dimensional glory.
and i know that it is enough.
xx
watching movies with the sound off. dreaming you were somewhere else but you’re right here.
it’s so magical, but your head’s in the next moment and it’s like you were never even here.
i’m far away from you, but always with you. i dance in your mind, my smile replays softly. you remember me in pictures, soft and pastel like. creamy around the edges, child-like, a bubble pops in your heart.
but i am not yours, and you are not mine.
we are more creative that way.
i like making art to the idea of you, miss making love to the feel of you.
some things never really end, you are in my sound.
my morning and evening inspiration, the light in the day and the pull of pleasure at night.
forever yours,
xx
