And when the crowd becomes a burden

Jul 02

You can use my skin
To bury secrets in
And I will settle you down
And at my own suggestion,
I will ask no questions
While I do my thing in the background
But all the time, all the time
I’ll know, I’ll know.

There's blood beneath every layer of skin.


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The present in New York is so powerful that the past is lost.

Jun 30

I spent the last three days in New York City attending a seminar at the Direct Marketing Association. I haven’t been to the city since I was a girl, and experiencing it on my own accord (for the most part) was incredible. I was voted “Most Likely to be on Broadway” in highschool, and I’m thinking all those girls may have been on to something. There may have been a place for me there. The people, the sounds, the food, the noise, the culture, the streets…there is truly no place on earth quite like it. Asking people to take pictures of you in true tourist form isn’t even that awkward. Or if it is, I didn’t care – because just soaking in all the world right in those little moments was all that mattered. I truly regret not packing my Canon 60D (an artist without her tools in the most inspirational of places is quite a shame), but these little arms could only carry so much luggage. A blackberry camera and an iPod touch were all I had to document, but better than nothing at all. I enjoyed roaming the streets, eating new foods, meeting new marketers/artists and learning new things. It was a short trip, but one I am most thankful for and truly won’t forget.

Salvatore Ferragamo and Marilyn!


Times Square on a Thursday


Crepe au Chocolate and Cotes du Rhone


9/11 Memorial


In love with Manhattan


Times Square at Night

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A story without emotion is merely decoration.

Jun 19

Well my, my. This skin is getting that familiar itch, the one that can only be cured with a concoction of needles, ink and P A S S I O N.
Just when you think you’re done…
You remember, you’re never really done.
There’s always more. The search for more plagues this breed. And that quest, that thirst, is what makes T H I S breed so beautiful.
But what to do with the juxtaposition of desire to feel absolutely everything, and occasionally absolutely nothing? A delightful conundrum it remains, until otherwise advised. And as such, mastery of the masquerade shall carry on.

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Hit the road, Jack.

Jun 11


Like Johnny Cash, I mostly wear black. Make no mistake – I have a closet to die for full of rich color, fabric, patterns and many hopes and dreams. But black just seems the most appropriate, usually. When everything else fails, I know the warmth of the dark will always steer me true.

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Thanksgiving Weekend 2011

Nov 26

This long Holiday weekend has been fairly productive. I managed to clean up the house, host some guests, and even find the mysterious (almost thought to be nonexistent) winter coat I’ve been seeking for months. My 2012 outerwear collection is nearly complete. So far, we have 1 black wool pea coat, 1 beige wool trench, and 1 hounds tooth wool pea coat (a replacement for one of my all time favorites). I’m still on the hunt for a black fashionable scarf, and some cream colored gloves. Audrey and Paige have been enjoying the family time this weekend as well. This is the part where I post some awful camera photos from Thanksgiving…


My little sister, Leah and a sleepy Audrey

Mom and Paige

I’m not sure what tomorrow’s plans involve, but Sundays are usually “back to reality” days for me. A little more laundry, a handful of internet research, a dabble of work prep and some liberal baby smooshing.

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