Thursday, 13 December 2012

So, I'm moving back to the United States from Scotland in a few days and it feels incredibly bittersweet. I feel like taking chances and following my gut has always led me to great things in the past but looking back on how incredible this whole experience has been makes it harder to leave. I've met some of the most extraordinary people along the way whom have all touched my life in various capacities and changed who I am in the process. I will be forever grateful for them and their deeply rooted friendship and support.  So this is what's happening: I'm moving home, as Oprah would say "listening to the whispers", and although it may be harder as I get older to run and jump off the cliff I still think I've got another few "screw it, let's do it's" left in me. It's crazy because I have no clue where I may end up and I find that pretty exciting. LA being a strong contender although I still miss Charleston like an old friend. I've also considered Nashville and Austin. I guess only time will tell. It's crazy how 'whispers' (from the Universe, if you will) work. I've found, more recently, that people come in and out of your life, some to serve a specific purpose, to show you something, to teach you something, to change your direction, and I think I'm getting better at seeing the signs. I'm looking forward to this next chapter, and even though its a little scary not knowing what the future brings its also pretty exhilarating. So here goes nothing.

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

NME article: The original groupie

 I just read an article in NME about Rolling Stone photographer Baron Wolman's photograph's from his book The Groupies And Other Girls about the 'original rock and roll groupies of the 60's and 70's. I found his depiction of who these women really were and who they became fascinating. I also love the photos.  

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

techno indian princess

Ok, so I am aware that I have unhealthy bipolar tendencies when it comes to blogging. I'm a bad mother to this thing and I truly apologize. I think it's due to the fact that in another life I was some sort of beatnik bohemian character who didn't want to be confined by the restraints of modern technology (which back then would have been the telephone, telegraph or even smoke signals, yep totally could have been Pocahontas). Sometimes I'm on it. I'm responding to every email, blogging my most brilliant streams of consciousness, I'm fb'ing out the ass, I'm posting and liking and poking galor, I'm tweeting, and instagraming and pinning shit, and responding to ALL texts, whatsapps, vibers, voicemails, gchats, and then on top of that just barely having the energy for basic person to person interaction i.e. smiling back at someone when they smile at me. That exhausting run on sentence is how I feel every damned day of my life. I'm over-freakin-loaded and technology begins to feel like a 30,000 pound sack a rocks in my metaphorical backpack of life and fuck do I feel like I've been pushed into the pool and I'm sinking. NOW that being said, when kept at bay this blissful burden can be exhilarating and you can feel current and connected and all 'modern-girl in touch' so it's a real trade off. It's a bittersweet little bitch of a compromise that I love to hate on a daily basis.  Anyway the point of this blubbering nonsense is that I am returning to blogging (again), I'm sure the 7 of you have been waiting in anticipation for weeks now (thank you for following me by the way, I really appreciate it). I hope that I will make you laugh with my attempts to be clever or at least make you amused by my failures to do so and provide you with some inspiration the way you do for me. So hello again. I promise not to leave you. just yet.

(umm Rachel Zoe as Pocahontas. I'd say that's fate)