I think I surround myself with big mouthed people because I’m not usually as ballsy to say most things. However, there’s always consequences because they never know when to shut the fuck up.
Friday took off to New Orleans. I am obsessed. Made up of French Architecture, San Franciscan-esque Madness, Southern Twangs, Gypsies, Voodoo, Jazz, Seafood, live music at all hours of the day, bike friendly, open liquor laws, full of southerners, Heat, Shameless attitudes. French Beignets, I am in love with New Orleans. I wish I could stay. For a long time. I want to make outfits and sell...
Funny how one family’s “Golden Boy” is my rotten egg. Different people. Different standards.
-Sad imagery in a film of a father in a hospital bed-
Him- Keeps looking at me repeatedly
Me- "Why do you keep looking at me? You're the little bitch that wants to cry"
Him- "it's sad."
Me- "You know what's funny? Sad thing make you cry, but beautiful things make me cry. Like today, I watched an amazing fashion show online and it brought tears to my eyes."
Him- "are you serious?"
Did a test shoot on Mike today because my camera has been going wild on the job. My images have been full of noise-but problem should be solved. Especially for work. I haven’t driven a car in a couple weeks and I haven’t driven a stick shift in like five years and today was the day I reunited with the clutch and gears. Holy shit Mike is a German ass- yelling at me after he teaches me...