Making trails.
We live in an age where our digital trail follows us everywhere. Nothing is ever “deleted” from the Internet and there seems to always be a way to trace activity. Scary? Yes. A threat? Often. But we do it anyway. Putting things on the Internet openly is like taking a risk. Living on the edge. If someone wanted to they could piece it together and figure you out but let’s hope ain’t nobody got time for that.
I’m leaving a trail. A digital one and a paper one for myself to trace back and figure out if the time comes that I want to do that. I’ll take pictures to post to Instagram and connect them to stories in my sketchbook. They sometimes sit with comments made by friends on Facebook and the real story might be told through words in this blog. Until then everything will remain a mystery. It’s just as much a mystery for myself as it is for anyone else. For many people this means nothing, but for me, it’s everything.
New chapters are being written and the sky is watching over you.
This month started at The Covell in Hollywood. Here we found flowers, friends, water, wine, lace and love. Lots of love to my dear friend Allie and her new husband. Another start of something new. New is trending hard this month. Watch out, it might get to you too!
Birthday is over, its Monday, October 19. The weekend brought so many things and I can’t recap right now because I should be working on a few important projects. Instead, I am thinking about moments like this when you’re walking in a dark street mixed between dark warehouses, brownstone houses, and the middle-of-nowhere “Cocktail Truck” with string lights and fenced off yard. The moment you know you need to take a picture because who know when you’ll see this sight again. After all, it was Bed-Stuy and when am I ever out there?
From Jimi Hendrix to a old black and white of people in front of an old building, $5 will get you wall art of all kinds. The Golden State Warriors won their title in 2015, but that air brush art looks like it came from 1995. Street fairs are one the of the few times unique shops like this come out to play and this one was there all yesterday,
Right now, this is as messy as it gets. The weeks have been flying and the days are disappearing. My desk is a cluttered with everything going on right now and snacks to get me through it.
As I look at my planner (yes, one with pages and blocks for every day of the year), and flip to next week, there is a big B coming up. Birthday. Another year of celebrating life and a milestone to really mark the end of a year and start of another. (Picture from the start of this past year when I blew out a handmade candle from an apple cider vinegar bottle after being serenaded by an 8 year-old and ate a toppled cake from Dominique Ansel)
Liquid fertilizer // No trespassing // Home
