Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts

2.08.2013

The Immortality of Flowers


Spent another afternoon running around with the fab Gillian Lee of TrixieLand Photography and her lovely friend Tracy. We hit up a very cool spot in San Francisco's Bayview/Hunters Point area, which is typically a vet industrial part of the city. Yet somehow, amidst low-slung grey buildings and streets busy with delivery trucks and construction companies, there exists an extraordinary oasis that one could spend a lifetime in this city and never know about.
Flora Grubb Gardens is a beautiful, full service garden store and florist that also houses a Ritual Coffee outpost. They have beautifully landscaped grounds and some amazing furniture for your garden on offer. They also offer custom landscaping services, a florist for weddings and occasions, and a selection of beautiful gardening tools and accessories. The gardens are expansive, and full of beautiful and odd things to look at, like this decaying car, overgrown with plants and being reclaimed by the wilderness in a sunlight-dappled back corner.

Once again, Gillian styled us both up in a couple of outfits from her own closet and set us loose on the unsuspecting patrons of Flora Grubb. These shorts were by far my favorite item from the shoot. High-wasted, floral-print hot pants? Yes please! Gillian is so crafty, apparently she made these. I'm putting in an order for my own pair.

making the sexy eyes at the cute boy at the register

More to come from this fun shoot...stay tuned or check the full set out at TrixieLand Photography! In the meantime, if your in the Bay Area, swing by Flora Grubb for a coffee and some garden wandering. Pick up a cute terrarium inside and fill it with a dainty air-plant garden to take home with you. And tell the cute guy with the gauges at the counter that I say "heeeeyyyyy."
Flora Grubb Gardens
Monday - Saturday 9:00 - 5:00 • Sunday 10:00 - 5:00
1634 Jerrold Ave, San Francisco, CA • 415.626.7256

2.01.2013

like noises in the night, she is often not what she seems

a few more from my shoot with the talented Gillian. I love these shots so much, the contrast of the vines against the structured lines of the shirt and the craziness of the brocade pants is awesome. I came out of this with a great deal of foliage in my hair, but so worth it.

{denim jacket | wasteland} {brocade jeans/bodice/jewelry | Gillian's}

After the shoot I went and met up with one of my best friends from high school, who was in town for the weekend from Santa Barbra. My roommate's BFF was in town too, so we all decided to go out and get a little crazy over the weekend...and then this happened.

To summarize: love fests, giggle fits, tribal dancing, dashing bald men, hitch hiking, private cars, crowded clubs, chain smoking, extreme car-dancing, too much Mexican food, shopping sprees and fits of wild abandon.
All in all, a grand weekend.

12.03.2012

Truly Blessed

Thanksgiving for my family is insane. As a member of an incredibly large and close-knit family, Turkey Day has a huge significance to myself and my fam, since its the one time of year that all 50 (yes, you heard me right, fifty people, all cramming into one house full of food, chatter, squealing children, and slightly inebriated adults) of us get together and remember what it means to be part of something so unique in this day and age as a family that gathers together like this. It's essentially mandatory attendance and absent members are always missed by all. My brother was unable to attend this year and his absence was particularly keen to myself and my cousins.

I feel like our family thanksgivings are particularly unusual, not just for their size (though, we keep reproducing, so it's getting to the point where we might need to rent an auditorium or something) but also for the extreme closeness being part of a family like this has bred into us. It all started with my moms parents, Dorothy and Gerard, and their brood of six; Rita, Anne, Lorraine, Al, Jerry, and my mother, Rosemary. Family thanksgivings only got crazier, and progressively larger, as those initial six began to marry off and pop out their own little rugrats. Since there are vast age differences between my mother and her two brother and the older set of girls, there are similar age gaps between myself and my cousins. The older generation (Rita, Anne and Lorraine's children) have now moved into the family-starting stage themselves, and the brood continues to grow, with another cousin announcing her first pregnancy at dinner last night. I am petitioning for t-shirts with each child's name emblazoned on the back so I can try to keep them all straight.

The younger generation, the kids of my Uncles Al and Jerry, as well as myself and my brother, were all raised together (much like the older set was). We are all within three years of each other and we all grew up with each other like siblings, rather than cousins. I spent the majority of my childhood in the company of Trevor, Chloe, Kelsey and Spencer, with family vacations spent on the Monterey coast and holidays spent at Kelsey and Spencer's parents house. That closeness has drifted a bit in the last few years, with life taking all of us in different directions and family BS creating rifts between our parents that had never been there when we were younger. But this year, things seemed different between us all. While our parents still have their issues with each other, I felt for the first time in a long time that my cousins and I might be finding our way. Both back to each other and in each of our respective lives. I think we've all reached a point where we have learned to set aside the drama and focus on positive and productive relationships and goals, both with each other and within our personal lives. It was the first time in years that I was able to sit down and really talk with my family, to learn what was going on in their lives and be excited, surprised and inspired by them. They are all incredibly intelligent, passionate and beautiful people with so many gifts to give the world, and I am so fortunate to not only know them, but also call them family.

So, in the spirit of one of our oldest and most social-anxiety inducing traditions--in which each guest in attendance must stand up in front of all 50-or-so of us and tell everyone what their thankful for--I am doing a little gratitude post, since I always get nervous and forget what I was going to say when the actual terrifying moment of truth comes along.

Jacket/Top/Belt/Boots::thrifted jeans::BDG::UO

 

1. My incredible family: first and foremost, I am so blessed to be a part of both an immediate and extended family that is incredibly loving, supportive, encouraging and committed to each other. I have been gifted with parents who love and support me, both in my pursuit of my goals and dreams, but also in my failings and weaknesses. I have never doubted how much I am loved and encouraged to do my best and that is something that a great many children in the world do not have, so I am incredibly fortunate and every thanksgiving I am reminded of what a wonderful and unique thing a family like ours is.


2. My health: after getting incredibly sick on my recent trip to Costa Rica (literally the sickest I've ever been in my entire life) I am so grateful to not only be healthy again, but also for the fact that most of the time, my body is a freakin' awesomely efficient machine. I'm rarely sick and almost never have to go to the doctor, my body is fit and capable and beautiful for all it's functionality and kick-ass genetics (thanks mom and dad!). After being bed ridden for nearly a week and dropping 15 pounds in the same amount of time because I literally could not eat, I am so so grateful to have my body and my health back. I will never take it for granted again.

 

3. My life: the last two years have been crazy. With so many ups and downs I felt like I was riding out a hurricane with only a pair of water wings keeping me above the waves. But life has an odd way of working itself out, and I am still kind of in disbelief of how things have fallen into place. I'm in a beautiful apartment in an amazing city, basically living the dream I had as a teenager wandering the streets of San Francisco and imagining what it would be like to live in one of those beautiful Victorians that pepper the hills here. I'm living with my amazing cousin Kelsey, who never ceases to amuse, inspire and encourage me, as well as two other young women whose kick-ass attitudes and incredible drive and passion are just awe-inspiring. I'm finally in a place mentally, physically and emotionally to pursue my dreams and goals in a way that, until recently, I felt completely incapable of. And I am blessed with incredible friends and family who have been nothing but supportive and encouraging of me and my future.

Things are not perfect, there is still a great deal of work to be done in all aspects of my life, but on a day like today, surrounded by this amazing family and with the knowledge that all of them and all the people I am lucky enough to call my friends support and love me so unconditionally, I can't even pretend like things aren't amazing for me. I have so many gifts and so much goof fortune and love to be grateful for that everything else--the small, petty things we don't have and the BS and drama that we all allow to consume us during the majority of the year--seems so irrelevant and unimportant. I have so much and it's important to realize that life is fickle and changeable and appreciating the NOW and the blessings we have in this moment is both incredibly important and incredibly easy to forget.

 

So, learn from the past, stop worrying about the future, and put aside your differences of opinion or politics long enough to really think about how much you really have in a world that is usually incredibly unfair and unkind. Be generous, be gentle and be grateful with and for yourself and each other. We are all we really have.

 

 

11.23.2012

Costa Rica Photo Dump, Pt. 1

Here it is! The fabled photo dump of a show and tell...Well, here's part of it, anyway. I still have a bunch of photos to go through, but realized that doing it all in one post would probably get me flagged as a spam blog, so here's just a little slice of the pie to whet your appetite. Don't worry, the rest are coming soon.

On our first day in Costa Rica we were up and on the bus by 7AM...this was really not my style, but once I had a couple of cups of the fantastic locally grown coffee, I was good to go and glad for the early start. We were on a tour hosted by Globus, an all inclusive tour company that has tour services all over the world. we were on their "Natural Wonders of Costa Rica" Bus Tour with about 20 other people. I was probably the youngest person on the tour by about 20 years, but everyone was so nice and our Tour guide, Jorje, was amazing. As a Costa Rican native, he had so much interesting information to share, and a great sense of humor.
National Theater in San Jose, Costa Rica
National Theater in San Jose, Costa Rica
Group Photo!
Five-colón note
Paparazzo Satus
 
There Was War Here Once

Our first stop (besides the coffee maker at the hotel) was the National Theater in San Jose. Construction on this beautiful Neo-Classical building began in 1891 and took seven years to complete. It is considered one of the finest historical building I the capital, and still functions as a theater. We didn't get to go inside, but the interior is supposedly fabled for its opulence and lavish furnishings, as well as the ceiling mural which decorates the inside, "Allegory of Coffee and Bananas" by Milanese artist Aleardo Villa, which was depicted on the five-colón note for years, winning prizes as the worlds most beautiful bank note, before being retired.

We took a group photo, bought our own five-colones bills as souvenirs and piled back into the bus, which I came to not-so-affectionately call Bertha. That's an amusing Papparazzo-style photo the photographer snapped of me climbing back on the bus, just so I would have evidence of how appallingly pale my legs were at the beginning of this trip. And yes, those are bullet holes in the side of that building, remnants of the bloody Civil War that erupted in 1948, lasting 44 days a killing almost 2,000 people. Chilling.

Abject Poverty
After the theater we made our way through the city of San Jose to the highway, where we passed numerous "Shanty Towns" like this one. Our tour guide said that most of these have been established by illegal immigrants from Nicaragua who come to work as manual laborers in Costa Rica. The majority of them live on salaries of less than $60 a month for the back breaking work of harvesting coffee beans, pineapple, beans and various other crops. Growing up in the United States and visiting another country for the first time made seeing this sort of abject poverty difficult for me. We see this sort of thing on the news, but watching it on a television screen makes it about as real to us as the sci-fi films and sitcoms on network television. These people will never have the majority of the privileges and opportunities that someone like me--a white girl from a middle class, US family with college educated parents--has, and the reality of seeing how these people live and work every day of their lives is incredibly jarring. This is how a huge percentage of the world lives, and seeing it first hand made me so much more appreciative of all the good fortune being lucky enough to be born into my privileged life.
Momma Sloth Being Slothful
Poisonous Tree Frog
Mother, Daughter and Mother Nature
On the drive to Tortuguero we stopped at a small resort somewhere along the way for some lunch and animal watching. The first photo is of a three-toed sloth who just happened to be being slothful in a tree outside the dining room. It's difficult to tell, but there's a little baby sloth chilling in the branches right about the momma. Too cute! Our tour guide said that if you are ever wandering in the jungle and happen upon a baby sloth on the forest floor you should either a) place it back on the nearest tree, since it's pretty much defenseless on the ground and the mother sloth will not come down to retrieve it, or b) keep the little bugger.
I spent the rest of the week scanning the jungle floor for a baby sloth to take home with me. Think I would have made it through customs with that in my bag?
Cayman Croc
A caiman crocodile chilling in a ditch by the side of the road.
River Boats
Like, OMG
Iguana Crossing
Aloof Mom
Iguana Swimming Up To Boat
A Little Excited

After lunch we moved on to the Tortuguero Canals, a series of waterways that crisscross a national park dedicated to the conservation of endangered sea turtles. We climbed aboard neat little boats that reminded me of school busses, with their rows of seats, and went on a Magical School Bus-style adventure through the jungle. It was truly awe inspiring, the lushness of the jungle spilling over the rivers banks, the exotic animals and birds that were literally around every bend in the river, and the sheer wonder and magic that this place still exists in a world where so much natural beauty has been destroyed, developed and forgotten about. I was truly wonder-struck and bouncing around the boat like a little kid on Christmas, snapping photos of every lizard, monkey and bird I could see.

As someone whose only ever really experienced nature in the wild and rugged pacific north-west, seeing such amazing greenery, lush foliage, and incredible wildlife at every turn was truly magical for me. I have seen so little of the world and this trip was truly inspiring to go out and explore. Not just my home, but the entirety of the world in all it's vast and unique cultures and climates.

I guess I got bit by the travel bug, because I have a feeling this is only the beginning of my world travels.

Tortuguero Canals