Celestial Breathing

These past few weeks have been so busy I haven't had any time to take photos, least of all time to blog about them. For me this is like cutting off an artery as this blog and my photos are such an integral part of my life now that I've been doing this for almost 2 years. So one very groggy morning after a long non-stop working week when my body was beyond over-exhausted it randomly just decided to wake up and unwillingly go back to sleep at 8 am despite my 3 am bedtime. I was walking to the bathroom and saw this magnificent light reflecting off the floor. Next thing I knew I was setting up my camera on the tripod, throwing my dress over my head and rolling all over the floor.

I had no idea what I was doing or why or what I wanted to get out of this experience other than I wanted to embrace the light.
Feel it's warmth within my skin, the matted curls, feeble bones and overwhelming soul. 
I wanted to unveil a mystery that I myself don't understand but am constantly trying to wrap my head around. 
There is a quote I came across recently that I can't stop thinking about, "It's just a feeling I've got. Like something's about to happen but I don't know what." 

Celestial breathing of the universe. 
The visible about us seems to rest in itself. 
Its as though our vision were formed in the heart of the visible, or as though there were between it and us an intimacy as close as between the sea and the strand. 
There is a ramification of my body and a ramification of the world and a correspondence between its inside and my outside, between my inside and it's outside. 
The thickness of the body, far from rivaling that of the world, is on the contrary the sole means I have to go unto the heart of the things, 
by making myself a world and by making them flesh.


If you are a frequent reader than you know by now that every time I move rooms I have to dedicate a post on how I arrange everything in my very small space because that is how I stimulate myself to be more creative. I need the walls covered in pictures and jewelry and clothing and random shit. That said I'm going to keep my words short and sweet and leave you all with the new things that cover my new room and are inspiring the fuck out of me these days. 

Bedford Avenue

Since I have not started any job yet I've had quite a bit of time on my hands to be able to really browse my neighborhood and the people in it. Like I mentioned before it is so inspiring to find the handful's of people that dress in ways that make your jaw drop but on the other hand I feel like everyone I have seen in New York is absolutely beautiful. Not fashion magazine, beauty campaign beautiful but just down to earth, knowing exactly who they are and what they want out of life beautiful. It's not the kind of beauty that you try to have it's the kind that you earn by loving yourself and pushing yourself each day at a time. Outside of the people I am in awe of the street art here as well. Graffiti art on the streets of Miami and 2nd avenue is nothing new but it's completely different territory compared to the wheat pasting I've discovered on every corner in Brooklyn. The colors and humorous designs make walking the streets on a miserably bleak day surprisingly playful and up beat. These photos are from my adventures on the streets recently, today I woke up to snow so you can assume where I'll be all day (snowman, parks, photos, snow ball fights perhaps...New York peeps hit me up if you care to join).