Mexico: Day of The Dead.

Photo by: Yimmy Yayo

All's well that ends well....

The problem? When it doesn't.

Our affair was long over... yet when his Fiance uncovered it all, her fresh wounds lead to irrational, psychotic behavior; it was hard not to smile; the irony so strong it hurt.

The Fiance put the 'Psycho' in psychotherapy... which just-so-happens to be her chosen field of study.

After countless furious emails and texts I was reaching my breaking point. After all, it's not my fault her Fiance fell hard. Even though Halloween is over and finished, in Mexico it seemed the 'day of the dead' just wasn't ready to be put to rest.

Good luck party goers. I'm sure these fireworks will be memorable. Tread carefully though, as people who play with fire tend to get burned; two can play this game my dear and everyone knows that Chloe plays for keeps.

Party-on party people.

Ms. Behave.

New Yorkers are constantly surrounded by the best of the very best. How quickly we forget, in other cities ordering cigarettes + swedish fish for delivery at 4AM is unheard of.

Just like the jaded New York dwellers, women today tend to forget what it meant to be a woman, not so long ago... challenges + obstacles that we babes take with a grain of salt; things that no longer effect us + ideas that seem so very old, yet were fully present just 2 generations ago. 

This month New York Magazine takes a look back at the women + the publication who helped push them forward + allowed their work to go beyond just a movement to become life as we know it.

How Do You Spell Ms.
Forty years ago, a group of feminists, led by Gloria Steinem, did the unthinkable: They started a magazine for women, published by women—and the first issue sold out in eight days. An oral history of a publication that changed history.


Full Article HERE.

The Eclipse: New Beginnings

photo by: Deborah Turbeville

And after that night, nothing would ever be the same. 

I wish we'd recorded our conversation so I could replay every single moment of it again and again. What we said just then is a testament of how deep our love is, how connected we truly are, and is a true example of what it means to fully understand and respect another human being.

I'm not sure anyone (if they were privy to hear us line by line) would ever understand how we can walk away from this, when it’s clear there is something beyond our conscious level of understanding that bonds us together.

But, I don't see this as walking away.

The last 2 hours were some of the most honest, incredible and powerful moments that I've been privileged to experience. What exists between us runs deeper than I think either of us will ever truly be able to understand in this lifetime.

I am at peace, and it's not just because I've met HIM. I'm at peace because what we just shared is something that no matter whom we are with, we will always have.

These past few months you and I discovered things about ourselves; things we were only able to understand because of each other. And that is something so powerful and beautiful, that no one will ever be able to take away.

I don't view our conversation as a conclusion, but as a pivotal moment. One where time stood still and nothing else existed except what we share.

There is nothing to be sad about, nothing at all to mourn the loss of... Although what we had together was deeply moving and passionate, what we will have moving forward will be life-altering.

It’s my belief that we cannot get everything we truly need from just one person. And even though I cannot pinpoint what ‘it’ is we give each other, I have no intentions of letting our incredible connection and deep fundamental understanding of one another vanish.

No longer confined to this wrinkle, I am excited about where our new path will lead.

Come with me my dear friend; let us embark on this journey they call life. Let us be still in this beautiful moment with the knowledge that when we move beyond the confinement of our wrinkle, we will discover it can unfold into our lifeline.

Angus + Julia Stone.

Love Reincarnate.

And in an instant, everything changed.

Unsure of why, I turned away; fighting the urge to stare deep into his eyes. 

How can this connection exist between strangers?

The room spun around us; time stood still. I’d found him.

Exchanging glances throughout the night, we sipped cocktails, gazing out over all of Manhattan's glory. Spectacular.

Relief swept over my entire being; like I’d found this puzzle piece, I hadn't known was missing.

Making our exit, and conveniently 86’ing Crazy Pants (insert long-story HERE)), we hailed a cab to The Greenwich Hotel.

Sinking slowly into the stiff leather of the taxi, I envisioned us back at the Boom Boom Room. Leading him to the bathrooms of glass and granite, I'd press my lips to his, parting them with my tongue; we'd get lost in every kiss, long lost souls together again.

I’d found that missing piece... Let’s call him, The Poet.

Wrinkled.

my chest tightens; the wind is gone.
everything is still.

time moves past, drifting softly through me;
i feel nothing while observing everything.
emptiness consumes me;

staring deeply into the unknown waiting for something, someone, to jar me back to into this life.

this is real, this wrinkle. it effects me like nothing before.

And so i sit... in silence, overwhelmed with the unknown, the past, the future.
such small moments, such extensive impact.

A Fine Line.

Slow and torturous, I get lost with each word. Inhaling deeply they expand my mind, my heart, my soul.

In another time, a life we are no longer living, yet we're feeling more deeply with each passing day.

Time stands still and in this moment, this very moment, we'll find peace, love, hope and desire.

Your touch soothes my soul, setting fire to the dwindling flame that fights to exist within me.

Our breath threatens to extinguish the flame; our passions fight to keep it burning. Nothing can save us and in reality, is this something worth saving?

Be real. Be truth. Be strong.