I Hit A Wall... ouch.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017
"I can admit.. I've been depressed. I hit a wall... ouch." lyrics by Isaiah Rashad. "Dressed Like Rappers" stays on repeat on a day I need to know that I should count my blessings. I've had more than usual days in which I could not find the root of my melancholy attitude. Anxiety plagued me. In addition to that, our new president has added more thunderous clouds over my head. My heart aches for my people and anyone effected by his selfishness and idiocy. I'm not stating this to vent, but to let you know.. make things different. I know that I am not the only one who feels this way. I've grown tired of doubting myself; we should believe that we can make a difference in our lives and others' despite the obstacles we may face. A prayer/meditation per day keeps the demons away long enough for you to do right by you. 

While in Los Angeles, California, I had the chance to see an old friend. It was so great to see him; haven't seen him since five years ago in college. He's become a very talented photographer since then; of course we had to get some shots in. Mike Magnum snapped! Check out all the photos. Which is your favorite? 

Story of the Traveling Skirt

From Williamsburg's Beacon's Closet, a beautiful denim pencil skirt with a tie-dye finish followed me home. I fell for the high waisted, fitted silhouette. For its second time covering these thick thighs (lol), I paired it with a basic American Apparel crop top on my way to shoot with an old friend and very talented photographer. The funny thing about this skirt is... (I won't go into details due to certain fucked up circumstances..) but long story short: this skirt was not suppose to be at Beacon's Closet. An old acquaintance reached out to me once she saw these photos via Instagram. Turns out, her clothes were stolen, including this exact skirt; my photos were the proof she needed and the exact person who did it. This skirt has had its own adventure. It's in good hands now.