Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Without music, life would be an error.



'Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul'

I Hear Ya



'Los Angeles seemed to run on “hustle” mode. Everyone was great at hustling. The key to hustling lies in having something to sell, usually a talent or ability. But, being 21,
I was unsure of my abilities. And rightly so. I wasn’t very good at anything and therefore was not able to convince anyone that they needed me' -Molly


I encountered this problem on set yesterday.
As someone who is almost three in twenty, I need to get my story straight.

Fake It Till You Make It.

So Jealous

Where I still am instead of working.

Currently, my brothers eye view in Jamaica.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Schwag?

To show for a day shoot with Jerry Lewis:
book, keychain, a ton of leftover fruit (craft service)
and a little money.
Now, I'm kicking up my heals with a glass of wine and ready to get
Lost.

Monday, March 29, 2010

We Once Were

orientaltiger:  caitttt: (via sleepyowl)

'With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now'

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Fake Fight Club


A glimpse of Friday Night Past.

Wanderlust

rainynighthouse:(via lubricous)

As of now, not quite attainable.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Friday, March 26, 2010

Nostalgia

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We once had a beautifully mature Purple Lily Magnolia.
As a child, this tree would signify the span of time.
I remember the blooming and shedding process being as rapid to a time-lapse.

It's sightly shape springs vivid sensory memories...
The crunch of fallen furry buds under my feet.
Fresh spring rains.
Slippery fallen peddles, leaving stains on the walkway.
Her entwined bark, and one failing limb that my father tied up.

She's holding her breath in the Mid-west,
Ready to give the most magnificently brief show.

We'll always wait patiently, dear Magnolia.
you hold a prominent place in my past.


Thursday, March 25, 2010

Party of One

Vino and Seinfeld, I'm content.

Thank you for the Mark West, Canada.

Snap

my-ear-trumpet:sokkinskip: Julia Margaret Cameron photography.  I’ve been pretty interested in the Pre-Raphaelites and Art Noveau  lately. Although I feel that Art Noveau often has just a little  something missing and that Alphonse Mucha was by far the best artist of  that movement.

Photo By: Julia Margaret Cameron.
So Brilliant.

Run Around Lu

i'm all over the place.

Now

Secret Garden by ALYSSA//NOCHES

"I myself did not want to sleep because I had been living for a long time with the knowledge that if I ever shut my eyes in the dark and let myself go, my soul would go out of my body."

Toast

Jennifer Causey

I'm a morning person.
Well, rather a homebody morning person.
I'll wake to watch the sunrise,
make coffee, write, read the news, toss a few emails, eat some breakie; easily before 9am.
Productivity drastically changes when I'm given a
'time constrain'
I fumble around, drag my feet, push the clock.
It's crippling.
Even if I allot myself plenty of time before heading to work,
I still get anxious and bitter about
these 'Time Constraints'

I have a good feeling that this will completely change the day I truly enjoy my work.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Instant Stranger Crush

Went to the Home Depot with my Brother this morning and while I was perusing
the Cactus' I encountered a fine looking man.
An Instant Crush.
I pointed him out to my brother...
his response:
"you would go after a hippie"

A gal can fantasize right?
Yes.

Home



The Sun gives day, roosters are calling...
Shuffling into the kitchen, I open the window and put on the coffee.
The morning becomes eclectic with
Spanish murmurs, a crackling brew, fluttering plumes, and potent Jasmine.
Home.

Glorious Greeting



'In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.'

Me, Myself, and I

quiver:Mutsumi Makino

'It is not length of life, but depth of life.'

Monday, March 22, 2010

Write to Me




'Life is a spell so exquisite, that everything conspires to break it.'

Like a Haze

First photograph of a human, ‘Boulevard du Temple’, Paris, 1838. Boulevard du Temple, taken by Louis  Daguerre in late 1838,  was the first-ever photograph of a person. It is an image of a busy  street, but because exposure time was over ten minutes, the city traffic  was moving too much to appear. The exception is a man in the bottom  left corner, who stood still getting his boots polished long enough to  show up in the picture. (via Smashing Lists)

‘Boulevard du Temple’, Paris, 1838