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March 2016

Alright, Alright, Alright

March 31, 2016

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Cotton On denim overall skirt
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“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.” – Hugh Laurie

Alright, alright, alright. That’s my answer to that one. Alright to embracing the now. Alright to maybe NOT thinking twice for a second. Alright to just going with the flow, but going with the flow on your own terms. Alright to being unsure and being totally okay with that but just jumping in messily and figuring it out along the way. Alright to the ADVENTURE. This quote has always lived in the back of my head, but it hasn’t actually spoken the loudest to me until more recently. Which is funny, because one would think that the older we get, the less we want to take chances. The more careful we are about the decisions we make and all the possible outcomes we could weigh before actually settling on something. But really, I think the pressure we put on ourselves as adults is what is really holding us back. Instead of being creative, we think it’s more smart to be practical and systematic. Instead of lightening up over a deadline and maybe taking a little break, we force ourselves to stay up late with serious face on until our heads are spinning in circles over the same damn thing for over an hour. We look down upon coloring outside of the lines, when really that is exactly what we should be doing if deep down inside of our bones we feel that need to just LIVE A LITTLE. We waste time trying not to waste time. You feeling me? Alright, alright, alright.

How about for this Thursday . . . in celebration of the upcoming weekend (and hopefully good weather), you take this one piece of advice and promise to live a little bit more (or preferably a whole lot more) of an ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT life. Basically the same thing as a FUCK YES type of life, but a whole lot more chill. And I like the sound of it better. Not an alright, alright, alright like you are giving in after some tugging and pulling from outside forces. No, an ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT that is dancey and happy and upbeat and maybe even a little bit goofy. Feel free to dance, as well, of course. So make no plans and last minute take your friends someplace epic at midnight and see what happens. Flirt with that boy you keep eyeing on the subway. Close your eyes and put your hand on a map and go wherever your finger lands. Try raw sushi because you’ve never had it before. Wear no makeup and embrace it. Go out dancing, but this time do it really as if no one is watching, and then love it when you find out that they are. It might surprise you how adventurous you may really find yourself to be. You just have to allow it come forth.

Appreciating the now and a more spontaneous mindset to complement it is such a nurturing act. It’s good for our souls. And it’s good for our bodies. Like that of a child, it allows ourselves to open up to so much more within a smaller amount of time and with no real sense of time. Putting ourselves on the spot can be the best way to get to know ourselves because we literally are faced with new situations this way that hopefully will challenge us and inspire us and make us think harder and smarter on our feet. Because it is what it is, and sometimes you just have to go. Right. Now. Alright, alright, alright? ALRIGHT. That’s the spirit. Try it this weekend, and let me know how it goes. Love you all.

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SXSW 2016 | That Was Fun

March 26, 2016

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Natalie and I started music festival season with a bang. And a whole lot of beers . . . because that is what one does in Texas. SXSW brings madness upon the city of Austin, Texas for a good lot of days, and I was lucky enough to be there this time around to document it all. The bands. The people on the streets. The beers (obvi). The BBQ. The vintage. The dogs. Even some peacocks and the best of what Austin has to offer when it comes to cool outdoorsy nature stuff. The ratchet-ness of what is East 6th Street at night. And the colorful glow and energy of what South Congress is during the day. We got the full tour this time around. I photographed our southern adventures for surf/skate brand REEF‘s social media channels during the week, and now I am sharing my favorite captures for you on the blog right now. Capturing spontaneous moments out and about during my travels are my absolute favorite. SXSW it a non-stop sort of situation . . . an over indulgence in everything, and especially music. Sounds spilling out of every single door. Vibrations beating out of every speaker and from every rooftop. Despite being rained upon and many venues shutting down one day because of a storm, Austin was pretty tight. It’s a simple sort of life down there. Worn in jeans on. A beer in hand. A friend by your side. A band you never heard of playing in front of you. And lots and lots of taco trucks. Standout acts from the week were Transviolet, Matthew Logan Vasquez (formally of Delta Spirit), Tigertown, Stonefield, and Deap Vally. Check them out and give them a listen and thank me later. Bye ya’ll.

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A Signficant Whirlwind in Paris

March 23, 2016

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C/MEO Collective sweater
Line & Dot dress // SHOP HERE
Vince Camuto boots // SHOP HERE
Sabrina SL leather choker
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My four days in Paris just a few weeks ago were four of the most topsy turvy of days ever. I came looking for one thing totally and completely blindly, and left finding a whole bunch of other things that made up for everything else that seemed to go wrong. Eye opening is the best way to describe my four most recent days in Paris. Most of the good things that I found were within myself. The other things tangible and beautiful; takeaway things that one can always rely on when visiting Paris. At least I think so. Things like the way the narrow sidewalks feel beneath my boots as I sometimes lose my balance, or speed up to hip hop around a slow passerby. How when the sun breaks through the gloom, the canvas of Paris lights up unlike anything else I’ve ever seen before, and I feel myself holding back blinks in fear of losing a second of the sight. Light leaking through a haze and acting like a signal for life, and finally bodies begin to fill up the streets and an energy that is slow and steady ensues. The way my stomach feels after two croissants, one chocolate and one plain, and a coffee in the morning. My stomach full and warm and secure, as I zig zag through the streets with directions my friend gave me just five minutes before and a screen captured map on my phone. With trust in my gut and a hope in my soul that I will be lucky in my left and right turns to come. The four hours I spent at the Louvre museum with my headphones plugged in and playing on repeat all of Fleurie’s new singles and almost being brought to tears by the history of such a gorgeous, gorgeous city complemented by a sadly stunning soundtrack. A poetic ballet dance in my head as my eyes scan walls and walls of historical brushstrokes moving this way and that way. I was in my own little world and it meant everything to me to have it during those four hours alone in this massive museum in a city I hardly knew at all. But I felt perfectly at ease. Bopping to the music in my ears on the subway and noticing local Parisians curious at the way I nodded my head with my eyes closed. I smile at them. Maybe they don’t smile back. But I like to make others feel curious, so I just let it be. The bold red doors I pass sporadically. The smell of pistachio croissants from blocks away and the way they make my mouth water. Colorful loads of fruits and vegetables at the markets that are like instantaneous injections of happiness. The street facing chairs in front of each and every cafe. The oldest bar in Paris where I chatted with a friend that I had no idea was in Paris about how the idea of love can go oh so very wrong, but that it can be the very best thing to happen in a very long time. I took it all in, even though they weren’t the things I initially came looking for. But they inspired me to keep on exploring. And explored I did. As much as I could my four days in Paris. Paris wasn’t romantic for me except for the two kisses that landed on my hands by two Frenchmen. But who knows, maybe next time. There is always a next time. And that is the most exciting thing. xo.


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Itty Bitty Kini

March 22, 2016

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It’s taken be quite a while to get comfortable being photographed in a bikini. Growing up super flat chested was quite the ordeal. I HATED IT. But then once I got a little bit more curves, I would want to hide them. It’s very hard for us women to find some middle ground when it comes to our relationships with our bodies. It really is a sad thing if you really think about it. All the years of pressure and standards we imposed on ourselves because of glossy pages in magazines that actually sold us a lie about what we should be looking like. I remember being 10 years old and thinking my hips were too wide. A 10 year old should never have such thoughts in her mind. After years of not loving my body in the package it was born in, I have finally gotten over that hump. I’ve grown to love my barely there chest, and my sort of straight down waist that is not perfectly symmetrical because of my scoliosis, my broad, athletic shoulders, my booty that is actually just the right size for me and the scar that runs down my spine. I love all 5’11” of myself. The lankiness that I once hated is now the closest it will ever get to that of a woman’s and I am proud of it, and because of that I take care of it. I love the way my body feels after a sweat just as much as I love how my body feels after a nice cold IPA beer. I love the muscles that I have now that I maybe didn’t have a year ago. I can’t NOT love them because they are all mine. They are no one else’s. How can one not love something so unique. So delightfully one-of-a-kind? I’m never going to look like a Sports Illustrated model on the beach, but you know what, I am totally and absolutely okay with that. I still struggle in my high intensity workout classes, but that’s totally fine because each time I’m getting better and better. I’m the healthiest I’ve ever been right now, and I feel great. Not just physically, but mentally. I don’t beat myself up anymore. I don’t feel the need. I am perfectly happy finding balance with my body and my mind, and the things I put into them. You won’t find my running along the shore slow motion style in a red bikini in front of strangers, but you know what . . . I won’t be afraid to just be myself in one doing whatever else I want to be doing in it. Others can take it or leave it. But YOU . . . you take it and forever cherish it because it is all yours. Treat it with love dears. Now bust out your bikinis and just do you. Because what else is there to do.

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