Tuesday, November 11, 2014

my mop

Soon after I graduated highschool I made the decision to cut and donate my hair. All two feet of it.
(Can you believe that? Two stinkin' feet. The fact I was walking around with that many dead cells strapped to my head is beyond me).
It turned out as a cute little pixie cut reminiscent of Anne Hathaway or Jennifer Goodwin.
But gosh darnit, if I didn't look like a boy sometimes. Especially after or a shower our in the wee hours of the morning. Total man status.
And now, finally (!) that little mop on my head has turned into something lovely: A BUN.
I know I may be the only one who is excited about this, but the fact that I can put my hair up away from my face is GLORIOUS, I tell you.
If it ever happens that I desire to, say, donate my hair to a charitable organization, remind me to give the shears boundaries, because we do not want to repeat that experience. Ever.

And yes, there is a Pride and Prejudice poster on my wall right next to a Finding Nemo poster... I believe you should give credit to whom credit is due. In this case: these are two of the greatest movies of all time (and Saving Private Ryan, who is not featured).

And photo booth... such a fun invention for us non-photographer types. It really reminds me why selfies should have never, EVER come into existence.

P.S. if you are in the business of donating hair, Locks of Love is a great organization. They even send you a card when your hair is on it's newest wearer. It's a beautiful thing!

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

slightly out of focus

I took these photos because my hair is finally (finally!!) getting to where it touches my shoulders and I can shamelessly put it in a ponytail sans bobby pins. I also wanted to show off that I am wearing lip gloss (what?) and this sweet Harvard sweatshirt which is a) not mine, b) super comfy, and c) the perfect shade of red. Harvard, please donate your patented school colors to ours (they're blue and gold. You see my dilema).
I also took these photos in conglomeration with my last post on doing things that scare me (OH MY GOSH CAMERAS SCARE ME).
But what I didn't intend with these pictures was to see my mom.
My mom passed away when i was eight years old. It's not a sob story, and I don't intend to tell it. What's interesting, is that ever since I was little I was considered the "orphan child" of our clan (there are six of us. the sperm and egg can't always bat a hundred). I had my dad's fair dark hair, my grandmother's Italian eyes, my other grandmother's feet, goodness knows whose legs, and hands donated from a tiny porcelain doll. I have always felt like a little package of uniqueness next to my super stick-thin, tall, siblings with lighter hair and blue or green eyes.
But looking at these pictures (which yes, are slightly blurry and entirely out of focus. It's "artistic" lol) I thought "hey mom, I see you there." Which, for whatever reason, I have never seen before and it gives me the most profound sense of pride anyone could have.
Furthermore, the fact that people don't even think twice about me being my new mama's daughter (she is Korean and ENTIRELY gorgeous. all the babe genes in the world went to her, I tell ya what), means that I emulate two mamas. I couldn't be more proud.

Oh, and I decided to abandon that whole "not properly capitalizing" thing I was doing in my blog posts. It was super cute, but for an English nazi like myself (courtesy of all my relentless high school teachers. I actually cannot thank them enough, because while I cry editing my peers essays, I can actually spell. I THOUGHT THIS WAS COLLEGE.) it doesn't fly. 
I also am realizing that writing with parenthetical sentences frequently can really throw of a sentences groove... I need to work on that. 

Monday, November 3, 2014

just do it

there's this thing that's been around for a looong while called "style blogging".
basically super cute people pose in front of a camera and blog about it.
over the years i've been following various blogs that i find inspiring (such as the daybook, hey natalie jean, and love taza). and every time i would finish reading their posts and close my laptop i would feel fresh and think "someday i want to do this". the thing is, i've always enjoyed writing (and reading!). as school took off it seemed i had less and less time for it. consequently, i started getting more and more interested in expressing myself through clothing and stepping more into my womanhood (<--- which sounds super existential and mature...)
and i finally decided to stop dreaming and just do it.

that doing it involves me and my self-timer in a stairwell. i know, i know. i'm still learning. having a photographer sister also makes this task seem rather intimidating because um, i don't know what the crap i'm doing.
i'm one of those snobs that visits a museum and can identify and marvel at every little detail and paint stroke in a painting of photograph, but when it comes to actually taking the photos?
forget it. i'm done. pack up my belongings, i'm becoming a gypsy.
but for now, it's a start. and i figure i'd rather do something instead of nothing at all.
it's like in star trek when captain kirk is talking to spock as the enterprise is going down and kahn is causing all sorts of problems and he says: "i have no idea what i'm supposed to do. i only know what i can do." that's how i feel behind a camera lens.
okay, here's the focus. that's zoom. cool. done.
start adding f-stop and shutter speed all that jazz and you might as well be speaking portuguese.
so for now, this is good.

shoes: converse, jeans: levi, shirt: tennessee chic