Tagged: photography

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.


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

dear karla,



After discovering Karla’s blog, Karla’s Closet, I have found myself visiting it everyday. She is a styling genius, and her contagious love for vintage makes me automatically love her. Not to mention, she is absolutely beau-ti-ful (if you couldn’t already tell). Here are some my favorite looks that she wears with ease and grace. I love and admire how each one incorporates something old and new.

She is even starting her own super cool jewelry line.

I love the simplicity of the gold triangles with the python.

Check out more of her looks at Karla’s Closet.


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.

sugar pie honey bunch

I am feeling a 60’s revolution take over my wardrobe and life (I may have even snagged an old girl scout trapeze dress this morning from a vintage store). This new desire has created many dangerous side effects:

-heart palpitations

-the need to be just like megan from mad men (perhaps I ask myself WWMW- What Would Megan Wear)

-an uncomfortable feeling about my awkward presence in the current decade

-and most of all, the constant, lingering dreams I keep having about welcoming these gems into my wardrobe:

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.

The Dysfunctional Lovers

This quarter I have had the great opportunity to take a photo history class. I wish I could post every photo that we have looked at, each one capturing such a magical mood from a time when people freshly discovered the camera. I have found a whole new source of inspiration and I couldn’t be happier. One of my most bewitching discoveries is the photos that Alfred Stieglitz, a famous pictoralist during the early 1900s, took of the well-known Georgia O’Keeffe. He did not merely photograph the artist, but he took thousands of intimate snapshots of her hands, neck, natural face, and seductive body parts. I find their relationship enchanting not only because of these photos, but the open and honest letters that they would send each other from across the country. They would write to each other sometimes multiple times a day, with some letters that reached 40 pages each. Though they had a terribly dysfunctional relationship, and got along much better when miles apart, I like to believe that their love for each other was genuine and beautiful. The proof is in the eloquently written letters and passionate photographs, these artists formed a kind of love that they held onto until the day they died.