Soft for the obvious reasons (well to me anyway) the lighting, her skin. Them lingerie shorts. Really can not wait to get a new camera.
Intro 2 Ruby.
When Tasha paid NY a visit from Miami. I wanted to try something different, so did she.
tell me the truth boy am i losing you for good?
we use to kiss all night but now there’s just no use.
i don’t know why i fight it,
clearly we are through.
tell me the truth boy
am i losing you for good?
(Source: beautifulboulevard / Terrible Records)
A nice stack of books I picked out of a box that was about to be thrown right into a NYC garbage truck.
I’ve never read “how to kill a mockingbird” (I know I know) and I’m really interested in the kitchen one. It’s about women exploring the intimate meanings of food and cooking. Definitely a lot of different genres in the bunch, and although I’m more of the Eat, Pray, Love type, it’s about time I make this move to feeding my brain something out of the ordinary. Ya know.
I woke up to almost half of my instagram feed mourning the death of a man named “Easedaman” and of course I go to his page to see who he was.
Ironically enough, he hadn’t posted anything in weeks up until 4 weeks ago where he finally posted a photo of himself which was captioned: "I’m Not Dead, I promise." Only for his friends and family to receive the news of his death this morning.
I didn’t know him personally but from the looks of my IG, he had touched so many people in NYC. It just really struck me with this intense feeling of heartache. That caption said so much but yet leaving absolutely no clear answers for anyone wondering how could this be.
It left me wondering all morning on my way Uptown shit like do we know when it’s coming, unknowingly? can we sense it?
The caption of his very last photo man, people were commenting under it like so happy to see you finally post something my nigga- to then the caption becoming some kind of symbolic, eerie message. I don’t know- it’s so unfortunate and sad. When things like this happen, I can’t help but to feel bugged out and go into a deep realization of what it means to be alive and how ironic it all is.
Life is real, but death makes it realer. We’re not exempt from anything.
Habits, by Me.
Making due with what we had. A comforter for the backdrop, necklace for the headpiece, lighting from the basement. Using the empty apartment upstairs was so damn clutch. To bad someone moved in, I wonder if the 3rd floor is in good condition.
Habits, by Me.
This was a really, really good thoughtful creative day. Gotta thank my best friend for being my awesome muse.
When I first decided that I won’t know what I’m good at if I didn’t at least TRY. Glad I took that step. My camera is down right now but once I get the funds- it’s a wrap.
Reapply, by Me.
Really gotta get back on it. I remember this day, so bright out 💛. Summer time shit.