Just a couple recent 35mm self portraits I’m diggin.
Over the last couple months I’ve watched several coming-of-age movies about skaters. The first was Skate Kitchen, which follows Camille, an 18 year old skater from Long Island as she navigates adolescence and finds new friends and connections through an all-girls skateboard collective in the city.
Most recently I watched The Land and the story of a group of boys from Cleveland as they struggle to make ends meet, to break into the sponsored skateboarding world, and find themselves way in over their heads in the end.
What I love about these movies is learning about a new culture. The skateboarding culture feels gritty, loose, and free. From the way they dress to the way they move on their boards, I’m mesmerized by it all. I regularly find myself jealous of people who pour themselves into their craft. Musicians who practice their instruments for hours every day, the teens from these two movies practicing tricks and skills for hours a day. The dedication to their craft and focus is beyond anything I can see myself doing.
Last month I was out for a walk in my new neighborhood when I saw a young man practicing tricks on his board in a parking lot. I’ve been working on building up the courage and confidence to ask strangers I feel drawn to if I can take their portrait. And this guy was gracious enough to let me practice. Thanks, Tony.
Paris was my last stop in my November 2018 travels. It was the only city I was truly nervous about. I had tried learning a little bit of French through an app, or watching a couple French films. But it definitely felt the most foreign to me of places I’d visited. That language barrier was the main source of nerves. I remember thinking on the train from London to Paris that perhaps I had made a mistake in adding on Paris to my trip. I was tired and worn out. My body felt off from the change in my usual diet.
From the moment I stepped out of Gare du Nord and saw the streets of Paris I knew I was in love. The nerves were still there, but even more powerful were the butterflies of excitement. Upon my return from my trip friends and family asked which city was the best, and I truly couldn’t pick one. But I have decided that Paris was the most mesmerizing. Because it is so different than anywhere else I’d traveled, I marveled the most at everything from the architecture to the brasseries to the people moving about around me. I loved it all.
The second stop of my November 2018 travels was in the Scottish Highlands. Inverness is such a beautiful place. I was both surprised and not surprised that it was as green as I had imagined it to be. The land was expansive, full of sheep and other wildlife. The history in architecture was so quaint and impressive.
We stayed at Culloden House so that my friend Sarah and the rest of her team could shoot content for Culloden House’s social media and website. It was truly magical. The house was practically empty as we were there during their slow season. I’m not sure how we got so lucky with the weather, but it only barely drizzled the first night we got there, and then it was clear skies for the remainder of the trip. We explored Inverness, Urquhart Castle, the Viaducts, and so much more.
When I was in London this past November I took the advice of a sweet friend and booked a day trip tour of Windsor Castle, Stonehenge, and Bath. I booked it through Viator and had a wonderful experience with them from start to finish. This day trip was the perfect way to travel with a group while also having time to myself.
Our tour guide was fantastic. She must be from the same town as Geri Halliwell because I truly thought it was Ginger Spice leading the tour at first. And I don’t think I can adequately describe how happy that made me feel. We started out at Windsor Castle, then it was on to Stonehenge, and finally Bath.
I had a very sacred experience at Windsor in the chapel. I shot one of my favorite double exposures I’ve ever taken. And in Bath I experienced such an iconic Christmas moment standing in front of a giant tree lit up, listening to a young man play smooth jazz on his trumpet. I hope you enjoy these images as much as I do.
It’s been almost three months since my first trip outside of the United States! The first stop of my trip was London. I’ve put together a hardcopy book of prints through my favorite printer, Artifact Uprising. I’ll share below a sampling of some of the images. If you’re interested in purchasing one for your coffee table (or single prints of your favorite), hit me up!
A few favorites from a recent trip to Pt. Reyes.
One of the things I’m enjoying the most about my recent move is the walkability of my new neighborhood. My favorite cities all have that in common - you can walk outside your door and find shops, restaurants, cafes, and coffee all within a couple blocks.
Some of my favorite spots in Midtown include The Mill, The Federalist, The Rind, South, and Beast & Bounty (and there’s a West Elm across the street? Yes, please!). I’m exploring new spots like small clothing boutiques, and always love shopping local. Now if we could just revamp our public transportation in Sacramento!
…and opening another. In February I’ll be moving into a new apartment, and I’m feeling both terrified and excited. For the past ten and a half years I have lived in the same apartment. I moved out at 19 and stayed put.
I love my apartment. It’s where I did a lot of growing up. I have spent countless lonely days and nights here. I have hosted dear friends and new acquaintances. I have had solo dance parties and binge watched plenty of shows. I learned a lot about my own personal design style. I put dozens of holes in the walls hanging up frames, moving them, adding shelves, taking shelves away, trying to use other frames to hide the previous holes and wall anchors. I gained confidence in taking care of tasks like assembling IKEA furniture, using wall anchors for heavy mirrors and antique windows, installing drapes, and painting each room several times. I pride myself of my ability to be self-sufficient.
This home has offered me security - both in feeling safe within the gated complex, and with a terribly cheap rent. In the 10+ years living here, my rent went up a total of $50. Before I moved in my grandma had been living in the complex for a couple years. When I moved in our proximity allowed me to be more involved in her life. I have long appreciated the nights where I would walk across the lawn with a bottle of chilled white wine and into her apartment where she had dinner ready for us. I would ask her questions about her past, her family history, who she really was outside of being my grandma. And although she had moved out and into assisted living early last year, her death this past December has augmented and changed the absence I feel of her.
Midtown is going to be my new home. Through my grandma’s death I will be receiving some money. Over my life she has contributed so much financially - paying for both my undergraduate and graduate degrees, gifting me beautiful jewelry when I graduated each time, and so many other gifts and assistance. I know that using the money she left me to move to midtown would make her happy, because it’s going to make me happy. The morning of the day she fell I met her for breakfast and spent an hour and a half with her eating and showing her my photographs from my first trip abroad. She was so excited for me to go when I first told her, and her appreciation of my stories and photographs made it even better.
I’m excited for a new design challenge. I’m looking forward to walking to the farmer’s market and coffee shops. I’m hopeful that I’ll make new friends and meaningful relationships. I’m thankful for the past decade in an apartment that has sheltered, comforted, and helped me grow. But now is the time to move on and move out.