Tagged: inspiration

Forget Boys, I Love Illustrator

OH MY GOODNESS, WHY HAVE I IGNORED ILLUSTRATOR FOR SO LONG?!

So excited to make a million and one inspiration boards and discover all the shapes and lines you can make. I was so intimidated by it for so long…just going to play around until I become a pro.

Here is some playing:

coming back to you

Rebecca Kline is amazing. The end. Point blank. End of story.

Just when you think the girl has reached her full potential, she manages to pull something else out of her uber-talented, secret bag of tricks. I collected quite a few vintage dresses this summer, and I was itching to do one last photoshoot with Rebecca. It took us a while to figure out the right location, trying to find the perfect place for each dress. A wonderful friend of ours told us about Hunting Island, located in Beaufort, South Carolina. After looking at some pictures of the beautiful beaches covered in driftwood, we couldn’t help but feel that it put our little Tybee Island to shame.

Our morning started at 4:00 a.m. (lots of Adele and Beyonce tunes happening). After finding the perfect beach, it took no time at all for us to gain instant inspiration. I was so amazed by this beach hidden behind palm trees and scattered with beautiful branches & roots. As always, we got a million crazy looks from people, and a park ranger even stole one of my dresses (I know, horrible right? It only cost me $10 though…so I was able to move on). Needless to say, it was one of those moments when I was just in awe of this world. It is so beautiful and lovely, and sometimes we just need to stop and look around. The photographs that Rebecca took of me will be ones that I cherish forever. Through each of our shoots, we hope to convey feminine enchantment and fuel an inspiration that makes every girl feel beautiful.

don’t lead me on

Yes, this is me. At the innocent age of six-years-old, I clearly had a deep love for tigers and the ability to turn my extra-sweet face into something to be feared. I actually can remember this very day. I remember that dress (my grandma made it for me) and I remember feeling like everything I wanted in life was mine (I know this for a fact, because that day I won a total of 5 cakes at a cake walk- my favorite event at my uncle’s annual West Virginia Pig Roast).  Looking at this picture now, I am trying to discover that little extra ingredient that this girl had,  that I don’t have anymore. No, I am not saying I need to go paint my face like a tiger to feel empowered again. There is something more there, a fierce determination in her eyes, to not let the big, scary world take her down.

Basically, I feel like my life is on a countdown at the moment, which is a totally horrible way to view my days as a 21-year-old. But it is only because I am at the awkward start of a new chapter. The part when the title hasn’t even been written down, the pages are all blank, and you only have vacant page numbers to haunt you with their future stories (and failures). So I have decided that I want to simply live in each moment like it is a dream I am about to wake up from. This means lots of smiling, looking at the best in others, biking with no where to go, and the unsolicited ability to just live a life that I am proud of. Here are some of my goals this quarter.

-Be shamelessly creative and don’t let people make me change my mind about that.

-Fight the urge to take naps, but read, write, and take walks.

-Don’t be afraid to fall in love (with everything).

-Continue to rid negativity in my life with kindness (it always works).

-Work hard, but don’t forget about people around me (people=1st).

-Pursue opportunities. The end.

-Learn that if people want to be part of your life, they will be part of your life (shocking, I know).

-Only wear things that make me exceptionally happy (yes, this means being overdressed).

-Trust those you love, listen to them, forget the rest.

-Create something I am proud of.

-Don’t create outrageous, false expectations about life.

-Do work at coffee shops.

-Sew something.

-Fill myself up, so I can fill others up.

-INSPIRE MYSELF & THOSE AROUND ME!

Starting now…here are some of my most recent, indulging images:

a pretty face can’t lie

I don’t think much needs to be said about these photographs, for the undeniable fact that they truly speak for themselves. My dear friend Jeff sent me Justin Chung’s website (a New York photographer), and I instantly fell in love with his beautifully still photographs that are focused, perfectly calm, and balanced with the natural flaws of mankind (yes, that lengthy description is exactly what they are). Most of all, they speak one universal truth: women are exquisite creatures. That’s right. So, to each of you girls out there, embrace the natural, quiet beauty of your stare, because as you can see, it sure makes for a stunning photograph.

check out more of his work here.

stew of activity

So here is what I have been up to for the past few days. Despite my dwindling motivation, I am trying to stay inspired and look forward to my summer adventure. I have the opportunity to do an installation involving a fine arts collaboration [awesome], I gave my website a makeover, and this Sunday I get to serve in nursery [bebes!]. Yeah, so maybe my computer charger broke today, but I am not going to let it get me down.

Don’t let things break your spirit [quoted from Sandy Wilcox].

First of all, I really miss my best friend April Cousins. Why? Because:

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Homework time so far has quickly turned into website makeover time these past few days. I am happy with how it is looking, and decided to add more of my styling photos. I didn’t even realize how many styling goodies I have accumulated from the collaborations I have done with my uber-talented roommate. Looking forward to more styling ventures Fall quarter.

Check it out! [if you want]

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Here are some of my mood/concept boards for my visual merchandising installation. My team and I aren’t exactly sure of what we are doing, but I am already super excited about all the possibilities. The theme is dandyism: dandy men, dandy women, dandelions? Which, by the way, I love the word dandy and plan on using it in my daily vocabulary.

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Last but not least, here are some things that have been inspiring me lately. I recently rediscovered some images that I collected for an Intro to Fashion Design project. I found them all in a Cornell Yearbook from 1965. Fascinating.

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Here are my jams as of recently. All I need to say about this is that you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl.

catch-up or ketchup

My mom totally called me out on my lack of writing on my blog lately. I realize this and sense that I starving my newborn blog from the entire purpose that I started it- to write. So, this one is for you mom. This has been my life as of recently, and the moments that have kept me busy and tired.

For starters, ever since I got back from Sanibel my whole body has decided to hit pause on my pre-fast-moving-lifestyle before my beach vacation. Call it a case of beach fever or simply senioritis, but whatever it is, I am having a hard time with this whole motivation thing. I have much more important things to think about. Like, what in the world am I going to do with my life when I become a big girl and graduate in the fall? Also, how is this whole moving-to-Milwaukee-and-working-at-Kohl’s thing going to work out? I have dreams about what dresses I should pack and wondering if I need to bring sheets. Yes, this is my state of mind.

Not to mention the fact that I am starting to feel like the kid who is considering entering the school talent show, but then realizes they don’t have a talent. No pity compliments needed, but I do feel the lurking doom of my future and the sad fate that I don’t know what I can offer. There are great photographers, film-makers, fashion designers, entrepreneurs, but I simply can sell shoes to women and make a pretty cool mood board. You can understand my worries…

That dilemma aside, I have encountered my emotional side this week and I am further convinced that it takes nearly nothing to get me crying. Today Derrick and I went to church and they had baptisms planned for the end of the service. They viewed a video with composited interviews of all the people getting baptized, everyone from older men to little girls. Their stories instantly ripped away at any layers of composure I possess, and within in minutes I was not only crying, but sobbing all over myself. I just couldn’t help but see myself in the little girl who spoke about her love for Christ (I was baptized when I was 8), and covered her face while the whole congregation stared up at the screen. I so admired each person’s vulnerability and uninhibited words of obedience towards Jesus. It made me think about a lot things. Things that I will continue to think about and turn into actions.

This also spills over into one of my new outlooks on life. I recently read a post on a blog about a woman who spent her whole birthday doing nice things for people. She bought coffee for strangers, gave gifts to friends, and acted completely selfless all day. This is something that I am striving to do, so each week I am challenging myself to do one thing that may inconvenience me, but uplifts another. I won’t go into exact details of what I am doing, but do know that it is not as easy as it sounds. Though it is oh-so-rewarding, and I must say that nothing feels better than to take time from yourself and use it to spread love to someone who really needs it.

On a totally other note, here are some random things that have happened to me in the past week:

– Went to get frozen yogurt with Derrick and Rebecca. Made my life complete as always, and then Derrick and me raced Rebecca home on our bikes (she was in a car).

Maybe she beat us. Whatever.

– Ate a Green Truck burger in 5 minutes. I think that might beat my record of 6 minutes from my previous visit. Regardless, those burgers will be in the top three things that I miss about Savannah when I leave.

– Random jobs I have considered after graduation: ranch hand, maid, blogger, therapist, waitress at a bungalow on the beach, nanny for rich people, work as many sales associate jobs as possible and accumulate the wardrobe of Blake Lively…..

-While biking lately I have seen an old couple kissing, a young couple fighting, a lonely man on a bench who was flipping through pictures on his phone to look busy, a group of French boys (seriously almost stopped to offer directions. no shame), actually stopped to talk to an Italian man about how I want to live in Italy, heard the choir singing in the church next to my house and almost cried again (female problems)

– Ate at Cafe Florie next my house (literally 4 houses away) and decided it was one of the best meals I have ever had (don’t judge me for all these comments about eating)

– Helped a girl buy tons of beautiful dresses at work- found out at check-out she was just diagnosed with a life-altering disease

– Also helped a girl find her prom dress. Her mother insisted that it was modest and covered…everything. Thank god we found a compromise.

– Have rushed to just about everywhere for the past week.

– Taken an embarrassing amount of naps.

– Finally went to the SCAD Museum- check that off my list.

– Started watching How to Steal a Million and An Affair to Remember- haven’t finished either.

– Wore my hair down for more than hour. Yes, this is an improvement.

There you go mom, a nice little ketchup on my life. Hope you enjoyed it, stay tuned for next week’s post on…..haha. Kidding.

Have a beautiful week.

Also, please pray for my beautiful grandmother who is in her 4th round of chemo. She deserves all the love in the world.

When The Lights Go Out In The City

I am finding more and more photo inspiration everyday. I recently discovered Brassai and his surrealist photographs of 1920’s Paris at night. I love the mystery, romance, and story that each photograph gracefully offers to the viewer. Makes me want to put on my fringed dress, ballet shoes, and walk those unknown streets under the lights of the Eiffel Tower.