Tuesday, February 28, 2012

All my heart, it breaks every step that I take

Everything either thrifted or vintage except shirt and cardigan (f21) and boots.



I'm working on an "about me" section. While this may seem trivial, this is a deep struggle for me. I fold my hands and stare at the blank edit post. And stare.






It's hard to control what people think of you, and the simple written "about me" is more than a label, it's a burden. It challenges how you see yourself, how you want others to see you, and leaves little room for subjectivity. It's hard to make yourself a commercial, an advertisement. I am the Queen of Exaggeration, clearly, my kingdom is the mountain I've made from anthills... but challenge yourself. How do you see yourself? Is it possible to entice someone from your personality alone?



The title comes from Lana Del Rey (yes, I'm on the bandwagon) song "Born to Die." I absolutely envy any artist that can catch my attention with the title of their piece alone, that is a talent I've never possessed in my short history of writing (thus why I borrow every title from a lyric that speaks to me). My favorite films have the same in common.





This barn was magical. We live not only in a face paced world, but a world of routine and familiarity. What a forgotten blessing the simple act of exploration is. I kept hearing voices outside and was scared I was intruding, but the light and the environment were a crime not to take an advantage of.



I love clutter. Possibly because my room is never clean. When I was a kid, my mother framed this poster above my bed that had kittens in buckets with paint all over them that said "I'm not messy I'm creative" and that's a great illustration of how I lead my life... Something about junk amuses me...I want to know who had that couch before and their story. I've always found intrinsic value in objects. I found old coloring books, classic literature and magazines scattered in the corners.

We crawled through a very tiny hole into the silo, where there was one single tree inside. My luck the lighting wasn't any good in there...

I have a feeling I'll return back to that barn soon. It feels like my secret garden.

-h.



Wednesday, February 22, 2012

every color illuminates









marbled supdateweater - J.crew factory, button up - thrifted, tweed shorts - f21, shoes - thrifted

Look who's back. Tell a friend.

You might not think of me, but I think of you all the time. Yes, you. Every day. Every lecture I endure for academic integrity. You pop up in my mind. Yes, it's true. 

It's wonderfully to finally break the cycle life was stuck repeating - school, work, school, work, and after you've had about enough of that you've got still a little bit more work and school to do. Not to mention, the weather here hasn't been ideal for photoshoots. Excuses, excuses, but I got snow a few days ago and this weekend is supposed to be in the 60's. Plans are hard to make concrete. 

What can I say about life? It presents challenges, I'll say that. There's no way to grow that don't hurt, right? But I try to be good, try to be nice, try to build character in every fashion I see available. I like to plan good deeds and find new music. And both a combined effort of yoga and creative writing classes help keep mind aligned mentally & physically. 

I really hope to transform myself soon. I've been feeling like a dog chasing cars, but I think I can start channeling my energy into direct focus soon.

I hope so.

-H.