July 10, 2020
July 10, 2020
A small apartment right on top of a liquor store that’s open 24/7 on a street with flashing neon lights and bars on every corner. A cheap cafè across the street. The constant humming of cars driving by and sirens going off at the most random of hours. A window leading to a fire escape. A black cat, my companion, sitting next to the window. Inside, the carpet is maroon and the walls are red. Multiple layers of shear orange and pink curtains hanging at every window. Black sheets cover the mattress. The covers are dark purple. A Dalmatian dog taking up half the space on the bed; my other companion. A small tv sitting on a dresser across my bed. The bedside table has candles, cigarette packs, a long 20’s styled cigarette holder, an ashtray and candles. Candles everywhere. No alarm clock. Fluffy handcuffs close by. In a corner, a small desk with a computer and printer. Different fur coats hanging in the closet matches up with skimpy dresses and quite a few leather jackets. A leopard print couch with throw pillows matching the purple bed covers and a throw blanket that matches the orange and pink curtains. Dark stained wooden furniture covered in stickers I’ve accumulated. A vanity made of the same wood with a drawer filled with my make-up collection. My usual look: blue eyeshadow, heavy black eye-liner, bright pink blush, a little bit of bronzer, porcelain pale cover up and of course, red lipstick. Most of the time, I’ll have long, acrylic nails; obnoxious as can be. My hair, long and black. ￼A mannequin dressed up in lingerie. The bathroom and kitchen have black and white checkered tiles. The walls in both those rooms are a cream colored white but have spray paint graffiti all over them. The shower curtain and the fluffy toilet seat cover in the bathroom are blue. Brushes, straighteners, curlers, products, soaps and perfumes surround the sink. The kitchen is small, but I don’t cook anyway. There’s a fruit bowl next to some bottles of wine and a fridge filled with more beer than food covered in magnets I’ve accumulated from my travels. The plates, cups and mugs are all different, but I like it that way. The kitchen cabinets are a little see through. They have a frame and a handle but for the most part are stained glass. Various types of alcohol fill them. The walls throughout the place have guitars (electric and acoustic) hanging all over. There are paintings and framed posters everywhere. There’s a radio next to the window and a record player in the living room next to a shelf mixed with books I may or may not read and my vinyl records. Lava lamps of different colors in each room. There are no doors in the doorways that separate the small rooms. I hang colorful beads to hang from the door frame to the floor. I have mismatched lamps with vintage and cultural lampshades of all sorts. I have a black chair in the shape of a high heel, just because I like it. The wall next to this chair has a collage of Polaroid photos of me with my friends and family. Last, but not least, I have a plastic bin to keep all of my dirty needles and a drawer filled with foil, rooters, pipes, lighters, torches, all sorts of useful paraphernalia, and a safe filled with heroin, fentanyl and cocaine. This is where I see myself within the next five years. This type of lifestyle has appealed to me since I was a little girl. The darkness. The underbelly of a city. The neon signs in the night and the sounds of the city that others fear creeping in from my windows. I think this started to appeal to me young because my parents would take me to walk at Belmont Shores in Long Beach, California in the evenings. We’d get dinner and go window shopping there at least twice a month. I don’t think I’d feel more at home than I would in this environment I explained. Kind of that 70’s haunting prostitute vibe. Small, slightly crowded, but homey. I know this lifestyle sounds like the type a lot of people will do almost anything to get out of. But I find it comforting and enchanting.
Varna City View || Bulgaria ‘2020
dusky summer eve, portland, or
On this day, I rose early. Six am. I got dressed, prepared a backpack of potential outfits and some overnight essentials, walked my GipsyBelle, and hit the road. I was on my way to America’s capital, Washington D.C. A day with a very special lady was awaiting me.
I arrived a little after eight to the most adorable studio apartment on P Street, where I was greeted with coffee and sweet little kitten kisses. An 11:00 am brunch reservation at HalfSmoke - which, if you are ever in the District, I STRONGLY recommend making time for. Not only are the bottomless mimosas and French toast to die for, but it’s also a black owned gem with an amazing vibe and lovely staff - left plenty of time for relaxing and catching up before we had to get ready. People watching the early morning joggers, puppy walkers, and city dwellers heading to and fro was magical to me [i live in a suburban community so sitting as an observer of city life brought back memories of my Sacramento days]. Around ten, we began to prepare for our brunch date. Makeup and outfit selections and more kitty love before we headed out.
Once we returned from our brunch adventure, some two hours later, we enjoyed a much needed nap and Bob’s Burgers marathon. I was enchanted by the calm and quiet of her apartment, which I never get in my own; living with two boys and a pup is more exhausting than can be imagined.
Once we were up and active again, we enjoyed some more people watching on the porch. The city below has so much to see. With the restaurant across the street busy with burger munchers and people heading out to do Saturday things, there was plenty to keep us entertained. After a while, we decided to join the crowd and venture out into the world. Black Lives Matter Plaza to join in on the festivities was our destination. As we walked the city blocks, I felt free. The BLM Plaza was buzzing. There was a DJ and peaceful protests and vendors throughout the plaza. A sense of community was felt throughout. As night approached, we headed back to the apartment to refresh before heading to The Wharf to see fireworks. There wasn’t too much going on there, but it was nice to be out and by the water. About two am, we made it back to the apartment to get some rest before my drive back to Richmond a few hours later.
Overall, a much needed - and certainly amazing - girls day.
Peace and love.
Reminder to stop and watch the sunset 🌅
Nan Goldin (1997)
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I am yours.
Even in this waiting.
I am yours.
— Zachary Douglas
a day in central park at the conservatory garden 🌿
My office is inviting the first wave of employees to come back on a voluntary basis starting next week. Thankfully I’m not included in that group, but I don’t know what the rush is for, since we transitioned to working remotely pretty seamlessly.
Trying to find a little clarity before the workday starts
Rainy afternoon photography.