Top of the Monday to you. Off on a plane momentarily to spend some time with sunshine in LA for the week. Below is the latest shoot I did with photographer Carolina Palmgren for Fashion Gone Rogue. Check out Carolina’s site… you’ll be there smiling for a bit…. I assure you. Love and goodness and all that jazz. x
Photographer: Carolina Palmgren
Stylist: Amy Soderlind @ Workgroup.
Hair/Makeup: Ingeborg @ Opus Beauty.
Model: Avery @ NEXT MODEL MANAGEMENT.
Thinkin’ bout Men.
Maybe its the extra dark coffee in this camping mug I sip from. Maybe its the wool blanket on the old rocking chair I sit on while sipping. Perhaps its the eggs tatter breakfast I just inhaled, the hound dog at my feet, or the bearded -old levis wearing- big haired blue eyed man that I love. This morning I’ve had it with the ladies…. time to get my hands dirty in some good old traditional menswear.
Happy to do it.
A friday off… playing in the dirt. finishing a painting… and then off to take my 7 year old niece horse shopping… this is my happiness, and today, it comes early.
Love to you all. Hope the day is sweet and the weekend long.
… found this musician, Aaron Embry, camped out on our land. He stole my shirt and hat… with no invite proceeded to play the morning away. Thank god for Vimeo and the Internet. Rude, but it still pleases me.
Aaron Embry – When All Is Gone from In the Open on Vimeo.
Aaron Embry – Raven’s Song from In the Open on Vimeo.
No matter how deep-or how shallow-the love I hold for clothing….
After working with it for sometime… days/weeks/months on end, nips/tucks/pins/arranging/pairing/fitting/thinking about another white pleated pant/arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr—I just want to live naked.
So.I leave colorless cold Seattle (I do love you, but not today, you are cold and distant and I didn’t bring a coat) and fly to home in the hopes of a cloth-less weekend.
Saw this band, The Head and The Heart, last week at the incredible Fillmore in San Francisco. I had heard their album for the past year… but live… live? Mind blowing. Gal is a bit of a tweeker, but she’s got a voice I dig. I prefer both men when they are shagged and bearded… but hey, thats my issue.
Getting lost by oneself…. no feeling like it. Went home to see the family these past few days. Both calming and anxious ridden, going home to the house you were born and raised in… every twist and turn tells old stories and new. Not ready to accept the changes? I say you have already been buried. I chose another route….
I had my 10th birthday upon my arrival. No presents. I forgive. I laughed a new laugh I never knew I had… a little surreal , if its happened to you… well, you know. Ran faster than I have in quite sometime (still, quite pathetic) all in the hopes of impressing a 4 year old. I did my best to walk steadfast and graceful across fallen logs… and then hipped hopped and scotched right out of there. Heaven really, pure bliss. As soon as the guards are down, something magical happens. You have freed yourself of all expectation and distant memories, and for me, I ran as a 10 year old girl again. Wild and free. “We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.“
I’m dreaming in grey’s. The man of my (our) house dismissed my [deep] calling to paint the entirety of our house grey… he mentioned something about the color giving him feelings of suicide – or something extreme in matter. Obviously this was just enough for me to turn a cheek and find a more “cheery” color for our life’s walls. So… while I refuse any shade of yellow… I may make a compromise and paint half white, half black. I’m in a good mood today.
For now… more colorless images that make my mind’s eye spring with gusto. xx
Goin’ home to see my sweet sweet love. Dreaming of open fields, our whispering woods, and my beloved family of owls that never cease to ask me just who I am. Home is my reminder. All the little things. Details that make my whole self sing with truth and purpose. Ahh, planes a loadin. X’s.
Xx love from San Francisco
My extreme absence from things that I love, for instance writing here, with you, has given me a little walk down memory lane… insert these photos. Taken on a Sunday, surely. Nothing to do but breathe ocean salt into my very tiny nostrils. A day where That’s a day in and of itself. To Do: Breath.
Check. Overwhelming feeling of accomplishment. Known now as what I wish I was doing. I’m not. Alas, I am not. Instead, I’ve taken up my hobby of loading my plate as high and wide as possible… taking gulps and swallowing chunks as I shimmy down my little path of success. Come January, I’m off and out. Yoga retreat? Mountain Hiking? Bali again? Orrrrr…
How bout just sitting the f*ck down with some paints and a bottle of my choice, perfectly pretty underwear, braided hair, and old Motown trickling through my ear drums. Just thinking/typing about it makes my soul calm. Come winter, I flee like a bird and head South. Somewhere warm. Got those anxious travelin’ jitter bugs again… They come every year this time, tis the season. Some people sit on Santa’s Lap… I get the hell out of the U.
S. Of A.
Just finished reading Just Kids by Patti Smith. A darn good read I tell ya, a real gem.“In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth. For nothing is more precious than the life force and may the love of that force guide you as you go.” – Patti Smith
“I don’t fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future.” – Patti Smith
Xx love from San Francisco