Colour My Words.

I Used To Build Dreams About You.

I haven't been writing as much lately as I did during the summer. I'll blame it on creative exhaustion and thank my grad degree for that. What I did have time for this Thanksgiving school break, however, was a quick photo session with one of my good friends. I don't normally do much fashion photography, not because I don't like it, but because I naturally tend to sway in the more conceptual/fantastical direction; my other photo sessions will prove it. I'm pleased with the photos, though! I'll be giving this look more of a try over the holidays. <3

Model: Laura Sofia Pagan

MUA: Lourdes Rodriguez

Boston, Massachusetts 

Scary To Be Free.

Put your phone down. Daydream about the good things. Always keep a good book in your purse--it's both a secret and an escape plan, two good things to have. Make the bed. Hold the door open for strangers. Smile. Look other people in the eye. So, you’re scared? Good, fear indicates worth. And guess what? Everyone is afraid.

That Time We Rewinded Time.

My best friend and I, we've known each other for what feels like years. Maybe because it has been years, 16 to be exact, ever since we laid eyes on each other; our moms pushing us both into the same classroom. She was pretty much perfect, and I a long-legged scrawny kid who instantly disliked her. Yup, I guess you could say we've been best friends ever since I hated her in the first grade. High-five.

After the first fight over a boy who didn't deserve either of our hearts (I'm looking at you, six-year old Luis Miguel!), it's safe to say we pretty much hit it off right away. My childhood is filled with memories of sleepovers, doll houses, play dates, plays we invented, dances we choreographed. My teenage years a constant blur of her face on my camera lens, boy talks, three-hour long telephone conversations, fights, and MySpace.

A chest-bump to the girl who first taught me what it means to have a "sister from another mister".  It's in all we lived together. It's in the fact we were even neighbors, were part of the same volleyball team, and our moms still even talk on the phone from time to time. 

Life has definitely taken us in different directions, but that's its rhythm. We don't talk on the phone for hours, I don't know the latest itty-bitty details of her life anymore, but we've overcome distance as only two family member can do. Once I'm back home it just kinda goes back to the way it was, even if we're two different people entirely. 

As I enjoyed my last few days back at home until I had to leave for another 5-6 months,  she came over to my house and we enjoyed a full day purely like it was in the old times. No plans, no responsibilities, no  duty-calls, just us. Just us looking at each other like..."Girl, it's been four years since we  took a picture together..." and "Girl, we better get started." 

 Afterwards we lay in my bed scrolling through photos and picking out our favorites. It was surreal to me for a second how much time stood still. It's as if no four years had passed and we had picked off right at the end of senior year. It goes to say how much, at the core, we're always the same people. The stuff in the surface changes: life decisions, jobs, families, boyfriends, marriages, but in the end, what really connects you to someone is transcendental of all the minutae of daily life. 

It's such an honor to you, my friend. Until the rocking chairs...

See you then.

Xo.