beach bungalow

a place to call home. we will be moving into my dream house across from Ocean Beach in the next few weeks. I feel as though some sort of higher power is being oh so good to me. To be deserving of such a quaint little gem on the ocean, is beyond me, but i cant wait to start this new phase of my life here.

Flowy linens, ocean breezes, window boxes filled with bright flowers, morning strolls on the beach; with bright coffee cup in tow, sittin on window sills reading and writing, falling asleep to the sounds of the crashing waves...it really is all a delightful thought.


I feel....blessed.

summertime has come

and the ladies' birthdays are upon us.

roadtrip necessities

not to mention, a few loved ones on either side.

spinnin zee records

so, i recently treated myself to a set of turntables for a graduation/birthday gift to myself, and I could not be happier about the world I've jumped into since then...

Mixing old school hip hop (a la Slick Rick, Digable Planets, and Souls of Mischief) with the jazzy vibrations of Sergio mendes, Blue note trip and Jazzanova. Finally getting a feel for the actual scratching part, it took a while to be able to "catch" a sound and play with it, but I'm learning something new everyday.

In addition, I'm working on getting some freelance work...
Reese Herrick, a San Francisco resident, and fashion stylist has the most fantastic Arts & (Sub)-culture magazine; CHAOS. Her next issue is titled "The Red Issue" (ooh la-la!). Sexy, raw, and gritty are all words that come into mind, its great to find people to collaborate with, for similar minds often come up with the most beautiful ideas with different stances.


Check out Reese's magazine CHAOS, here , in addition to her fashion styling

la vie bohiemme

Why think about that when all the golden land’s ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see

- Kerouac, On the Road


Off this Monday morning to cruise down the Pacific Coast Highway, and become vegabonds of the world, if only for a few days. Leaving behind the insanity and structure of normal life. Goodbye, for now...

Birthday Extravegance

I must say, this week has been chalk fulled of the fanciest meals and the best company one could ask for. Family in town, Friends all around.
This week I seemed to carry steadfast momentum, and the whirlwind but continues.

Live Portuguese Music, garlic roasted edemamae, and fantastic seaweed salad with orange and a citrus dressing at Yoshi's

Seared Tuna Filets, and the Freshest Lime Margaritas with sea salt at Stanfords

Good ol' Southern Soul food at Farmerbrown . My friends and I managed to try almost everything on the menu; from sweet potato fries, to BBB ribs, fried chicken, to the spiciest veggie jambalaya. Creamy Rich Mac n' Cheese, and hot from the oven corn bread n butta. scrumptious. oh and the drinks were all the merrier as well. Everything is organically and sustainably grown as well, and its their priority to support local African American farmers. props.

A hungover and still drunk from the night before...makeup still in tack (almost)... breakfast at the The Pork Store Cafe at Haight and Ashbury...
With coffee to ease the pounding headache, and a pesto, feta egg scramble with the crispiest has browns on the side, I was magically cured.

After a run in golden gate park, the foggy mist gave Amber and I quite the caffeine cravings so we headed to Citizen Cake this fine Saturday afternoon and had a brunch to die for. English Breakfast tea with cream and sugar, (Amber had the Chai), a salad of crisp greens and red sherry vinaigrette to share, and for me The most wonderful combination of organic creamy yogurt, nutty fruit filled granola, and the freshest picked fruits. Amber had the avocado, Gruyere cheese, and fried egg breakfast sandwich. For dessert we split the most decadent passion fruit and coconut cake, along with the mocha-chocolate cake.

And who can forget, my most favorite of all... Plutos with their luscious greens, and fresh veggies. There are a million and one possibilities for salad creations. And the cilantro lime dressing is the tangiest, and makes the whole salad come together perfectly. Beets, portebello mushroom, onion, tomato, pepporchini, kidney beans, and strawberries...what could be better in the whole entire universe. I can think of nothing!

The Fanciest.

now, im feelin' color-full

Ive decided Im going to paint my house bright orange with yellow window panes. A bright blue door with spaces to let the light in. A garden of secrets that only I can begin to understand. Inside, a library with a bunch of old smellin' books. the kind with pages stiff from years of sittin'. yellowed and thinner at the edges. crisp. yes, all sorts of books. pictures too. old cameras, and all sorts of worn antique treasures. all with so much character. yes, I want my house to be a character...and how marvelous does this character sound right now. full of being, id say.

on the bus

"And how BORING each was! Compared to the experience of....the INFINITE...and a life in which the subject is not scholastic or bureaucratic but...ME and US, the ATTUNED ones amid the NON-MUSICAL shiny-black-shoe multitudes, I...with my eyes on that almost invisible hole up there in the r-r-redwood sky..."

-Tom Wolfe; The Electric Acid Koolaid Test

summertime

..and the livin's easy

life is grand

art show. check.
graduation. check.
birthday in two days. in desperate need of a vedge sesh. sun and sand please. a nice beach read, and lots of zzz's.
my nails are bright yellow so they matched my frames at the gallery, and they make me smile every time i look down at them. life in general, couldn't get much better than this. positive vibin' in the full. cheeks hurt from smiling so much last night. all the most beautiful people, all my most favorite dears under one roof. too much to look forward this summer. im in the real world" now, as they say...whatever the heck that means. wasnt i always in the real world. well, anyways, enough rambling...grandma's here from florida and baking is in store.

now, gonna go lounge like a lioness.

Suite Jesus

All photography lineup curated by the lovely Carissa Sade Baird, featuring photography from yours truly, not to mention multiple other talented photographers.

Come Celebrate! It's the end of school (amen!), the beginning of a marvelous summer, and time to get the show on the road!

Friday, I will be showing my lovely golden boxes at 111 Minna Gallery, and would LOVE TO SEE YOU THERE.
This is a big deal to me, as I've been working on this project for quite some time, and Minna Gallery never beings a dull moment.

Live Music to be heard (J-Boogie), Dj's to be spinnin, drinks to be drank, friends to be seen, laughs to be heard, love to be shared.


come, and revel in the creative spirit. I want you there! Yes, that means you!


For presale tickets and info visit http://going.com/maysj
Otherwise, tickets will be $10 at the door

111 Minna gallery. Friday at 10. Always good times to be had.

its sure is fun to be a lady

hooligans.

hardly a dull moment. scrumptious beverages. record spinnin' madness. michael jackson breakdowns. highschool reunions. dirty dancin' airlifts. flippin cushions and pushin buttons. muscle mania. blunt circles in gardens. splendid bathroom updates. six inch red sole hotness. pintos and cheese drive by. coiffed and curled and a whole lotta lovin'

and i will follow.

i will follow the rays of the sun, the scent of the flowers, the songs of the birds. 

previous work

As May approaches, I am balancing both school and creative dabbling...Graduation is soon approaching (thank the lord almighty), and the summer shall bring new and exciting projects, as I have many ideas coming to a boil. In addition to this, i am trying to compile an installation for my first photography show taking place at 111 Minna Gallery on May 22. Thanks to Carissa, who's blog you can check out here, I feel I've finally been given the chance to put a foot in the door. I've nestled on the idea of collecting Polaroids (my favorite ones) in an array of brightly colored frames (those of which I am still scowering the hoods of San Francisco for).

I'm just really seeking progress creatively right now, so with that said...I really just want to use this blog to promote work (both wordly and visually), and keep the thought process on a continuum.

fun with fros

yes, please

graduation present? plus road trip? = best summer ever

trumdiddlyeeump

ill always strive for the childlike soul. a temperament of excitement and discovery. a wide eyed, open hearted welcome to all that is new. to never shut down to anything or anybody. to bellow in laughter as a child does, innocent and unforgiven. cheeky and rosy. untouched and uncorrupted. to see everything as though it were completely new, to gaze over its presence as though it were the pharot of egypt, beautiful strong lovely deserving of undivided attention.

flowlily smiles

and laughs all around

estrogen. there's nothing like it.

springtime stroll

why, hello sunshine

the silver lining

so ive realized, fatefully...i really dig older men

a man with established tendencies, a little bit more experience than the recently ball-dropped men who dont even know how to freakin' use their own goods, and ones with passion for something. god knows twenty-somethings hold any passions other than those of "getting down" with the cheap whore in the blue bubble dress shaking her drunk ass for all the oogling skeez balls. ew sickening. men are nothing short of predictable.

on to the silvering sided hair of the wiser, gentler kind.

aye carumba

sarah's little helper

so, these shots gave me a little kick in the pants. 

darling minnie and her outstanding leave raking abilities

new years oh-nine

straight up estrogen style

the rain brings a tranquil peace.

 drip, drip ...drip

la dee da

something i wrote in my journal a few days before the new year. 

may it stick to my bones...

i will forver now hold my most precious needs in tact. i will never give myself away again to the unknown ground dweller who has no knowledge of the world outside his own cyclical being.

i will love those unconditionally who have brought out the most positive energy within me.

havent said this in a really long time, but i can see the light...

and it is fucking wonderful.

let me just say that i am free free free

fact

unconditional love comes in the form of wet pink noses with black freckles, warm bellies with soft peach fuzz, tight curlettes on miniature heads, and almond black eyes void of any judgement.

its cold outside

a notable downfall: giving into and believing what other people tell me. what do they know anyway? I have an inevitable draw towards all things old, all things broken down, used, abused (in some ways). Character sings from its cracks, strength shines from its rusted edges. It remains beautiful despite hardships it may meet along its journey.

questions.

where am i going? where will i end up? 

only a girl

sunday mornings tend to be quite lax, no one is ever home and i find myself lonely especially out here in san francisco. this morning, i burst into tears for no apparent reason, and the tears kept coming. all i really wanted was a hug...and it just sucks not to have the comfort of someones embrace readily available. anyways,  i just needed to get out of the house, i saw the ocean from my window so decided to take a drive down and just sit and ponder. I brought my journal, blasted fiona apple loudly on the way  (tears still rushing down my cheeks) "its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion" and sat down at the beach for a good hour or so. 

shitty as i looked, blood shot eyes from crying, grungy hair still smelling of cigarette smoke and last night's dingy downtown bars, i managed to drag my butt down to the SF State track. now, this is my litle secret, i go here to workout and get away from feeling like a gerbal in a cage in the usual gym scenario. I like to breathe in the fresh eucalyptus trees, crisp ocean air, and just be by myself... I listened to more feminist movement artists (a la fiona apple, cat power, tori, and the like). I brought my polariod camera along, and just took peaceful pictures down by the track...I want to start putting them together in an album/ portfolio and entitle them "seullement" which means only in french. it is "only" me. and alone as i may be all the time, i guess there is something awfully beautiful that can arise in these feelings of solitude. Its just realizing how to channel this energy into something creative rather than detrimental.

I treated myself to a hot chocolate and sat and read my book at the cafe. Im reading Michael Pollan's "The Omnivores Dillemma" and its horrifying to delve further into the underground practices of industrialized food production from the beginnings to the end where it ends up pretty packaged and all on our store's shelves. Tomorrow, Im going to make myself a nice, warm lentil soup, with garlic, tomatoes, and all sorts of beans and legumes, a vegetarian delight.

The point I want to tell myself in a day like today is just to keep on truckin, turn something bad into something good...at 6:30, Im in much greater spirits than I was at 10 this morning. And Im happy to say that I did get through it alone...reliance and dependency (on others) is a terrible thing, and i never want to be there, ever.

And I keep on keeping on....

colorama

there are quite a few things that simply make me happy by just being in the midst of them...the warmth sun, low humming voices on the radio, fresh pots o coffee, and COLOR (bright, ecstatic lively bursting unapologetic color). when i drive through streets of san francisco and see houses of odd color concoctions, it makes me go yeah! that person is amazing. I cant wait until the day I have my own house to decorate in all types of color. fuck neutrals, give me color!

emotional

im having a hard time remaining on a continuous notion. I get ecstatic with inspiration or desire, or have a long time going on a cloud nine, but something always seems to make it crash, and im back at square one. i know i have control over this, but i have a downfall of always letting my emotions get the best of me...

on another note, its fall time in san francisco. a crisp fresh air decked with rusting leaves. and i thought california was void of seasons. obama fever has taken light of the city, and i was blessed to be in the midst of a "riot" taking place down on mission the other night to witness the true joy that has come of the defeat.

where to go from here, i say...

forward only

i seek great pleasure

i seek pleasure in small things: like re-organizing my bookcases with beautiful books, and kitschy buddha statues, and painting chairs I find street-abandoned with funky colors and mood setting tendencies.

I start books ten at a time, and although I dream of their endings I have a hard time finishing them. I often wonder if there is anyone else like me out there.

probably not.

i've tickled my fancy

I believe that everyone has a universal need to belong, and where one feels "in" with "it", if it could be more simply put, depends on your own personal experience. Where I settle and belong, I shall remain....its just the question of getting there.

This weekend, I accompanied my dear friend Amber up to Southern Orgeon after she so spontaneously asked me a few days before if I would be interested in going. Without question I agreed (as I enjoy tickling my adventurous spirit), and before long we were putting on up the lonely and open roads of Highway 5.

Oregon, man...is it something else. I romantically find myself in love with the place, as it remains in many places untouched, and unbothered, its character secured deep within its lush green forests. The place; slowed to more of a graze or shmoozing appeal was in fact the most noticeable trait in Ashland. Everyone just walks around in an enjoyable state of being, no rushing here or there, no loud booms or need to be heard seen touch felt noticed etc. No pompous dicks or arrogant bastards, thank you jesus.

the best part; we shacked up in a land sprawled home with a farm fit for a king! Dan had live chickens, a vineyard, apple orchards, and every imagineable vegtable growing in abundance from the ground. I was in heaven. I have soon to go back, hopefully for a ski trip when the mountains are blanketed under fresh powder. And for a fresh breath of air to say the least.

twas a beautiful day in the neighborhood

days like this in san francisco...(that is)

without the gloomy dismal grey floating above...

makes me quite happy living here

splendid.