Tuesday, August 25, 2009
As seen in previous posts, I like to showcase my very talented friends through my blog. My first artist showcase is Mr. Jerrod Brown. I have known Jerrod for many years. He is a very talented photographer and I have always been impressed by his work. The images and the commentary were provided by Jerrod himself.
1. Shot in Ollyantaytambo, Peru in 2008, it's of a Peruvian woman passing through an alley. I loved the shadow and the light, it's mysterious. Notice the traditional Peruvian style, woman wearing the hat and her bag slung over her shoulder.
2.Warsaw, Poland, 2008. I loved the reflection of the cathedral in the rain puddle after the storm.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Why I love New York... please see images above. On my recent visit to Manhattan I spent two days walking the streets and visiting every store. I took as many photographs as possible in an attempt to get the creative juices going. I have always been interested in fashion. I can't sew or draw patterns, but I have a decent eye (at least I think so). So I rely on others ideas to decide on what is up and coming. I think New York or probably LA are the best places to see new trends. I hope one day I will have something in a store window:)
Just a few of my favorite things....
I dig sneaks. I think I always have. Just asked any of my friends from back in the day and they might actually call it an obsession. I have had all kinds. I have always liked Nike, especially old school airmax. You know the first ones with the air all the way down the side. I wore my gray ones until they literally fell apart. I am loving these retro sneaks that they are bringin back and I own a pair that I purchased at Urban Outfitters. I think that is the number one joint to find those type sneakers. I ran across a young athletic kid today that had on a pair of sneaks that I had to have a photo of. Nothing wild and flashy, but just my style. They are seen above.
Pearls. Pearls are so classy and simple. They pretty much go with anything if you know how to rock 'em right. They always remind me of my Nanny (grandmother). I have several pairs of earrings as well as strings that I keep in rotation. You really can't go wrong.
Norah. After the crazy weekend I had, me, Norah, and a cup of tea is all I need. Her voice is intoxicating so no booze are required. I might follow her up with a long bubble bath if necessary. But if I need all three, then I might be in the "danger zone". Everybody back off.
Following a disastrous Saturday garage sale that started with rain and ended with grand total earnings of $120 for three days of work, my boyfriend and I decided we would hop in the convertible and go have lunch on a patio in Atlanta. We hit 400 and were cruising along and enjoying the sunshine on our "day off". We stopped at a wonderful little Cuban restaurant in Alpharetta and ordered our food. Since we had parked so far away and there was an opening in front of the restaurant, Victor decided he would move the car closer. I walked outside with my hands full of grub when I noticed Victor standing by the car, halfway pulled into a parking space. Instantly I asked, "did you hit someone"??!! He giggled (sorta) and said "no the car quit". Me: "What do you mean"?!! He asked me to get behind the wheel and steer while he pushed. (keep in mind we were in a busy shopping center in FRONT of the restaurant). Apparently, Vipers are heavy, so some pompous Porsche driving douche bag volunteered to help. (you would have to be there). We sat down and ate a wonderful lunch assuming that the car would start back up as soon we were finished. We hopped in and she fired right up!! Yeah. All is well. We pull into a busy intersection and "oh god" comes out of Vic's mouth. We died (all three of us) right there in the middle of the intersection. AHHHHHHHHHH!
Somehow Vic gets her going and we head for the interstate, just as we pull onto the entrance ramp..."no way" she died again. This time we were forced to pull to the side of the road and sit for twenty minutes and wait..for god knows what. We were visited by the police, called by a tow company, I got sunburn and then we hopped back in and VRRROOOM. Off we go. One mile later "no way". Ugh. Another 20 mins on the side of the interstate. This process happened at least four more times until we dragged her into a BP and gave her gas (she had half a tank already) and sat some more. We bought lotto tickets and called all the family members in case we needed a ride. She started at the gas pump and somehow we limped her home. Now, I have almost no patience, so an angel must have been there with my sweet boyfriend and his temperamental car and temperamental girlfriend because I did not get upset the whole three hours we were going and stopping. Although now, I am not a big Dodge fan and would suggests to my sweetness that if your car only has 33,000 miles on it and it crashes on the side of the interstate like 6 times then you might want to make a better/different investment next go around. :)
You can see the devil car at the top of the page, she died in the turn lane into the BP. She is a real gem.