Animal Feel

♥♥♥

But what if you fail to love? imagine that. No love leaving me or no love in me?

I believe that would change the entire premise and love's infallibility lost. Not showing your dearests how much you love them and ignoring to hug them tightly, that perforates love causing it to run dry. Mea Culpa. Oh no, not by me.  

Love is life's wire. It gives flexibility when dealing with others. Resistance to our surroundings and to all things breathing.  It shapes your smile and strengthens your heart. Love what you do and it will continually produce more in you. Seek love and give love, that will build a life frame that will never fail you. Rather, it will protect and comfort you when need be. Smile, hug, kiss and act with all the love in you & it will come right back.  I promise.

Love starts with you, me and we. Treat others with love, always. 

Love,

me 

Just letting you know...

#girlcrush

go now and live

Jeanette LeBlanc 

when you enter my flight.

 

My fingers want to type. There's no topic in mind but something is always going on; go ahead fingers, speak... Today was shit. Man what a waste of day, ugh. Only thing worse than pollution, is a toxic feeling. But the other day wasn't. The other day was good. 

I fancy when something is worth visiting in thought. If I had my way, I'd go back and discreetly do a thing or three differently. I didn't because why again? Not sure. I thought about it. I assume it's due to internal conflicts.

Your face is slightly deluded, but not the message. I wish I could stop proof reading the signs and gestures. Whatever, it's a rainy Sunday afternoon, the time my girl tendencies are most intensified. I told my girl, she thinks its confusing. I am confused. My other friend thinks I'm bipolar and dumb. That too is a possibility, especially when it rains. The funny thing is there is no conviction tickling my feelings, it's just floating in a Cosmos of personal journey.
  

 

keep shinning

Day in, day out you're consumed. By work-him-lattes-her-it-they-you-nothing. I assume it's a sign of movement/productivity. But then, somehow, the pause button is pressed and everything is still. Well, more like a halt from your exhausting dream-chasing-race. Your heavy breaths and swollen bones whisper, listen...take it in.


You reluctantly obey and notice the people and things that call your name no longer reflect the same light. Truth is, neither do you. You see, somehow you got off their wavelength and now they want a ride on yours. your light has range and intensity. Slightly overwhelming but that's not your fault.

With clarity you see that you are alone; with the exception of 3. Maybe 4. True bonds are based on understanding, not emotions or offerings. The capacity to understand your inner complexities, goals and stupidities.

I see you, you see me, we understand the groove. Let's shine.


Note: mad love for those who take the time to enlighten.


Light Graffiti

Running Around

ROB PRUITT - PATTERN AND DEGRADATION

09/11/2010 - 10/23/2010

For Pruitt, this is the position of the artist: an unbridled human, indifferent to convention and with every avenue open to him - each possibility equal to all others.

No other way. 

One Love

I'm reading this book my girl gave me. It's not part of my usual selection, but I take recommendations from those who have something valuable to say.

Granted, I initially grunted at the predictable exhortations and over zealous proclamations of female empowerment -currently asexual due to numerous disappointments with both genders-but then Madame Dr. said something.

In my words, (naturally) respect as a person able to spear a cause, is earned by being disarmed. *Funny, this contradicts the beloved bitch/prick. But then I witnessed the two states and realized being disarmed grants you strategic agility and freedom from excesses.

In love, friendship, passion, and especially in the world, be disarmed. Without the heaviness of tension you create not destroy & build not jeopardize, all while radiating poise and elegance.
One love. That's it.


Artist: James Joyce

float

girl crush #2

Long Gone...

I've been awfully consumed with new elements in my life. Some may call me self-absorbed. If you define it by ambitious & reluctant not to exhaust the slightest opportunity, in which case I'm the poster child for self absorbency. Waiting for my check.

The only thing that makes me anxious is being absorbed by the establishment. The thought of having boundaries inundates me with helplessness. People often are defined by what they do, but to define one self in this light is a sign of a fractured self image. Confined to a title or ruled by an imposed paradigm would vanish any imagination, and then I would have no more self to absorb-how boring. So maybe I'm over indulging in my surroundings, and not in myself; I need to go beyond the norm to delight in all the possibilities my world will continue to grant me.

Sorry if any alienation occurs, I can't slow down, not even for you- (exception to the rule)

PS: see you if you get there.

Snow

NYFW SS11: Alexander Wang


NYFW SS11: ALEXANDER WANG from V Magazine on Vimeo.


makes me want to never eat again. But in a good way, naturally.

Goldie Gaga

Brilliant

Shake it off

There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness, which dulls the senses and hides the wonders of existence. For those of us not gifted in poetry, it is at least worth while from time to time making an effort to shake off the anaesthetic. What is the best way of countering the sluggish habituation brought about by our gradual crawl from babyhood? We can’t actually fly to another planet. But we can recapture that sense of having just tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in unfamiliar ways.- Richard Dawkins, Unweaving the Rainbow

Yesterday I chilled with a cool dude. A friend that exposed me to unfamiliar creatures and colours threw his eyes- bionic vision I'd say. We exchanged thoughts and he shared some of his favourites (read above). Brilliant. Basically, you can't evolve or transcend into a new or better sense of self without recognizing that your daily life needs to be tested and perceived differently. But you are the only one that can change the lens. 


How many times have I done the same thing over and over again, and thought nothing beyond the conventional paradigm it inhabits. How many times have I stared into your face, everyday maybe, and not recognize the extent of your beauty. I need to see things in their purest and ever changing form, which can only mean that I too always need to change the way I view things. Through art, love, faith, and science I will see them in a way that will eliminate the numbness of my automatic perceptions. Perhaps these elements seem contradictory in nature, but as an evolved version of my ancestors I can elevate my sense of being by refusing to conform to the familiar. 

cool running

NO CORRAS TANTO Sand Animation from Cesarlinga on Vimeo.
Take it easy-Sand animation and Stop motion.
Directed, animated,edited..Cesar Díaz 2008/09.
 3 months working without any added effects or post production. Only a Photo camera, a ligth table and sand.
César is also member of the Band.

Open for business, legit that is.

Everyday presents a new challenge or maybe an old headache. A reminder of stupidity committed will creep up, leaving a bitter taste behind. How was I so stupid? Why did I do that? I don't ever want to relive that, but unfortunately ever act-like it or not- leaves proof of its existence. Ok so I've done dumb shit; who's going to throw the first stone? Exactly. 

Maybe its time to celebrate-however you find fit (vodka-water, s'il vous plaît)-the small things accomplished. Lighten the mental baggage or emotional exhaustion and show the grooves on your face. I have a sweet and reFreshing friend who decided to smile despite the shit. People noticed, and are smiling back. I have another friend who thinks its stupid, and is stuck in a closed and lonely space. You see, good energies await for willing receivers. I'm open 24 hrs.      

Always within a never

I looked in the mirror just now, and realized that facial expressions have started to contour my face. No wrinkles yet, I got my daily tonic-scrub-hydration-sun block-and more moisture-ritual perfected. But I can see time. Who said time was intangible?

 My girl not long ago told me about the cycles of 7; every seven years you transition into a different cycle, and I'm finishing the forth. It makes sense, and I'm happy. I'm happy because I know most of me. I recognize what I cherish and appreciate, and what I don't like and won't tolerate-finally (deep sigh). I realize that I still have much to learn-constant undertaking-but I am accumlating stories I will one day share with a new love.

But what makes me really happy is that I finally have consciousness of commitment and determination. I mean, despite how hard shit gets, there is nothing I can't do-always within a never. Call me corny, whatevs, but I think you have the power to invoke anything. You just got to believe it yours. Good vibes at all all times.  

The determination is always the basis of all significance, of all tension, of all tendencies- Antonio Negri

My talented friend shot me the other day

My girl Allison is a stelar makeup artist 

Note: I realize the photo is dramatic but this is my blog.

C.

Amanda Parris

As part of the 2010 WORD! SOUND! POWAH! Festival:
"32C"
Playwright. Storyteller - amanda parris
Director. Dramaturge - d'bi young

Unveiling- Exposing- Regretting. This trinity manifested sounds like a phobia to me. A barrier that blocks love coming in, and recently, love leaving me. It's scary to get hurt, to give, and not receive.

 I went to go see a play, 32C by a talented and empowering young woman, Amanda P. This powerful play, written by Parris, touched upon elements of love, revolution, baggage, roots, cycles, fulfillment, & courage. It spoke to  the audience, it spoke to me. I could relate to elements in my life, and as I looked around I could see eyes glued on she. I realized that being scared of love and giving love is always for the same reason, no matter how hard you try to standardize 'no love' seasons. Fear of lacking courage. You or me, one of us could be the coward, let's just say its me.

You see, what if you don't say "I agree...take me please." But you gotta take a risk and allow your heart to be at ease. Because no matter what, you can look back and have no regrets that you gave it your all. Never half-ass, but always in three, Mind-Body-Soul given to thee.

Note: Amanda, you were incredible and that's an understatement. Very happy to have witnessed your talent and passion. Amazing.

Orbits

"Soul Under the Moon" Yayoi Kusuma, 2002

Do you ever space-out? I do. All the time. Do you think or do you blank out? Do you see that person's face? Do you kiss it or punch it? Choose one. Did you record? Rewind and press play? How can I erase it? Tell me...please.

Sometimes I do stupid things, but most of the time I can never let it go. Letting go of stuff is necessary to move and hopefully grow. No baggage just breaths easing your mind. Sounds easy but my purse is really heavy, too many lipsticks.

*perception can distort authenticity. Always smile.

The Gleaming Lights of Souls

                                                                                  

And Cut

Recently, I woke up and I realized that rubbish-define as you may- is so passé. Words, actions, and energies that don't affirm positivity no longer fit with my style. Granted, ugly stuff happens, but you need contrast to see beauty. I get it. But I lost patience not for ugly things but for negatively charged things. 

I also realized that I dislike drama-it pinches the mouth of my stomach- so why am I sometimes a supporting actress in ridiculous scenes? I feel cheesy doing it. Maybe I was a better actor before, stupidly able to play the role. But new lights changed the stage and now I direct the acts. Still reaching for the globe but I switched genres, from drama/horror to action. 

Las Mañanitas de Chris

I like pretty things. Faces especially. Some faces you can't remember and other faces, you can't forget. I especially love faces that have eyes that tell truth and reflect love. No words required, despite how beautiful the mouth is, just a look and you know.

I'm happy today made the most beautiful face I know, and at me stares the friend with the most love I've ever received. Yesterday was fun, today is ours, and tomorrow we will still be dancing.  Happy Birthday mi abejita.

I want. I decide. Finally, I commit.

Lucas Samaras

I remember visions of myself as grand and pristine. The further I look back, the larger the dream, but with time my expectations got jaded. I fell short, lost focus and doubted my faculties. There are moments and eyes that make you shift and weaken your balance. Beliefs are tested and vagueness reigns. Your wants become distant and clouded desires.

Then, after an uncomfortable look within, you refuse to be part of the vulgar many. Not motivated by pretensions but by the conviction that the mind is the greatest weapon. You stop preoccupying your mind with futile thoughts and begin to occupy your hands and body with complete actions. Its time.

Ritual De lo Habitual

To date, my opinion of Colombian fashion has been less than desirable. Talented designers, beautiful fabrics, and intricate work without a doubt. But styles get lost in translation. The general public seems to have a palette for the exotic look-exhibitionist to say the least. However, a fashion samaritan arrives to save the flashing masses.

Colombian native, Esteban Cortazar is a noted fashion designer, loved by the fashion elite. Cortarzar joins with Colombian superstore Exito, to bring a collection that is edgy, solid, and beyond tasteful. Pieces that make statements and a campaign that will elevate the current status quo to higher grounds. Bravo. 

Detras de Camara Esteban Cortazar para Exito from Fashion Radicals News on Vimeo.

Esteban Cortazar, Lorenzo Martone, Marc Jacobs, Todd Eberle, Edward Menicheschi

Cortazar and Art Director Jaime Rubiano

Truly creating a ritual from the habitual. 

It happened....

Franceso Clemente, Self-Portrait, 1989 

You arrive, look around, there isn't much. You walk down the aisle and spot the weird guy who never gives up, despite your overt rejections. You quickly pass, hoping to go unnoticed. Failed attempt. You glue your eyes to a meaningless spot on the wall, but you appear to be witnessing an epic occurrence.

Focused on nothing-but hoping he doesn't come near-you are surprised when he approaches. Startled even. You greet with a less than authentic grin (I know you've done it). He opens his mouth, his first words make you shiver, no, actually you realize you just gagged. He confesses that he is lacking intimacy and somehow thinks you are the indicated person to share this with. Your eyebrow arches, your nostrils flare, and you let out a deep sigh of annoyance.

You let him finish his train of thought, despite how repugnant he is. How morbid of you. It gets worst. He is restless and after three sentences, he proposes a most disturbing act. Not so much for the act itself -whatever tickles your fancy- but because he is almost a complete stranger. You pretend not to know what pegging is (actually you don't), but you figure to avoid any further conversation you play the dumb blond. You flea as fast as you can, open your browser and realize you were asked to insert something-a member you don't naturally possess-into a hole that is a whole-lot-of-ugly.

Shocked but mostly disturbed, you sit down to write about it. Its the only way to exorcise the feeling.

Monsters

My fabulous friends and I went to see Lady Gaga. It was insane. I liked her before, but now I like her more. I didn't realize the monster following she has, but now I do.

her boys...

my boys...

And then my battery died. Whatever, you get the picture. Best time ever! Thanks to my little monsters for coming with me: Christian, Jeff, and Don Rob.

Ps: Jeff I promise to never doubt your abilities (from fifth row to floor dancing) you rock.

Why are you so pretty

If I could ask one thing...

Can I search your closet?

How much fun have you had being So Unusual?

       A kiss kiss or bang bang? (too easy)

              Lilakoi because of Lenny? That would send me to the moon too.

         Anything you say, goes.

        What is it about you that diffuses a mystical light? 

How do you do it?

     Who was your fantasy love? I love plastic too.

     (Jaw unable to move)

So What the Fuss? Skeletons? We Didn't know, tell us.

Just wrap me.

If you could turn back time, would you believe in collagen?

   Sweetest Taboo?

Why aren't you here?

I thought you knew they were waiting? 

     Can I party with you?

Just because I love pink