travel life.

misses the hum and drone of these travel to unravel days....

for reference....

stealing satellites .

the choices I make from here on end

will be like retinas splitting the sky.

every single moment

my current, reoccurring, incessant inspirations for my style :

Balmain

emilio pucci

today. 10/26

..is this kind of day.

mind grains.

http://flickr.com/dovely

4am shoot to refrain.

I was taken up for one of the higher-end ad campaigns/runway show

 here in the city.

It was unlike anything I ever been a part of before..

organizationally.

there is a certain aura, persona, .. and demeanor of this city

that causes the “cut throat” fear and emasculating portion of this industry

to completely disintegrate.  

I am ... overwhelmed with surprise, fervor,..and pleasurable warmth

in the gratefulness I am feeling at this moment

to be able to work in this.

the sincerity in their voice is what gets me.

4AM Call time

fellow model capture- paige

paige / sj

i’m still.. baffled, how all this happened to me.

"Paper Doll” I- Editorial Shoot. OCT. 16 from samantha Jaramillo on Vimeo.

"i can’t breathe” .. "and this is all i wanted"

everything that’s hidden, will be brought to the Light.

 everything in it’s right place.

..i watched silently as...you buried yourself alive.

(10/12 • soho gallery cafe • chilly day... set out a cataclysm of thoughts. this is the pent up.)

(this is not some movie , to create interstitial acceptance into the social structure

among the creatives.

all things lead to something. everything is symbolic. this leads to that. everything is an extension of.)

i’m not quite sure what to make of this
i’m not quite sure how to feel... about this.

..why does it still... quake.. inside of me.
dear God, i can’t help but feel unnerved.. unraveled.. and baffled.. by how our interaction is still intertwined and strong- through out the sphere scape.
..our human connection reverberates.

..I’m scared of all that he has tried to become to me.

..i’m encompassingly intrigued it might have worked.

...i wonder if he could ever feel it too.
i wonder if i’ve gotten ‘inside' him somehow.
touched a nerve,
hit an emblem,
so.. every movement , strings new sound waves within him.

physical closeness .. physical implications, physical barriers ...mean nothing to me.
they say, with the absence of one.. it makes way, gives rise, heightens all the others.

..maybe it’s my imagination...maybe i’m just becoming more and more allured and disillusioned by my phantom thoughts.

“two minds and all the places they have been” 

- stateless

(rises through my headphones, at this moment)

...maybe i just want to continue to feel him throughout the atmosphere..

..maybe .. i just want to keep him warm.

maybe i just want to find a true (home) for him... outside and ...across borders.

...maybe, there is a place we could (both) travel to ...without moving.

..maybe, one of us has visited that place before inside ourselves...longing for the others presence to be there,.. because that’s how it all started in the first place.

i wonder if he feels it too.

and
 i wonder if he likes the fear of it.

excavating and weaving through.

© SHANE WILSON

i’ve been listening to the clash, deftones, and drinking coffee-tea for quite some time.

i’ve been watching circular videos nonstop of white noise mixed with cinematic airplane flights or 

night captures of city lights in slow motion..

somehow it seems to soothe and ‘transport’ me.

by day, dreaming of traversing other lands outside of my borders..

i dream of a place that will sustain my fruition of desire to be in another place,

a place that sustains my already rapturous internal, delicate Spirit. the

desires are erupting.

the selfless yearn, is erupting.

nightcrawler

artist’s inhabit

welcome to my place.