Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Wedding Time (Sponsored by Sherry London)

A good friend of mine is getting married in two months. Since graduation, I've found that BAM, all my friends are getting married and having babies. It's a strange thing to be drudging forward and realizing that the very people you took shots with after class are building their lives and beginning families.

Sherry London UK contacted me for a sponsored post, and I figured this would be a fun chance to window shop on their site and showcase some of my favorite wedding-appropriate outfits.

This wedding will be a beach wedding, and I will be singing a song as the bride makes her way down the aisle.

See my picks below, and click on the photo to be redirected:





Wednesday, November 25, 2015

concert attire [sponsored]


Lately, I've had the chance to go to more concerts than I usually would. It's a combination of dumb luck (my bands coming to town) and low gas prices (Nashville is a fuuuuuun drive...).

Anyhow, I've been able to see a lot of shows, and lately, my concert attire is pretty much the same. Black skinny jeans, black crop top, boots, and flannel over top. (eShakti actually sent my go-to piece... and I left it at a concert. I suck. )



For this post, I just wanted to share some concert inspiration. I've been a fan of the 90s for a while, so while it's gone back in style, I've been snatching up as many pieces as I can. I've really been all about Frances Bean Cobain's look, mixed with an appropriate level of tackiness (because of who I am as a person ha), and Friends, seasons 1-2.

Anyhow, huzzah!



(c/o eshakti)




Wednesday, November 4, 2015

cold gusts of wind (winter playlist part 1)

Magazine-- Pedro the Lion

Mt. Washington -- Local Natives

West Coast -- Coconut Records

Blood Moon -- Deer Tick

The Letter -- The Blackheart Procession

Brazil -- Declan McKenna

I'll Fight -- Wilco

Obstacles -- Syd Matters

Wayfaring Stranger -- Jamie Woon

I'm Not Gonna Call You -- The Films

Same Side -- The Casket Girls

The Crystal Ship -- The Doors

The Way It Goes - Gillian Welch

Monday, June 22, 2015

lucifer was a lover

I've had the humbling experience of meeting and working with some talented singer/songwriters in the Huntsville area. We play at coffee shops, bars around town (although I'm not really up to par on that yet), house shows, and other intimate settings. Having these experiences have really helped me to channel my energy into something. My stage fright has decreased dramatically, I feel good about myself, and I can see improvement. I'm not where I want to be, but it's nice to create something and build towards getting there.



Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Disintegrate

This is something small that I wrote and wanted to post here; hopefully it reads well!

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I imagined my body decaying and melting into the carpet. My mind recalled the phenomenon after death when the deceased’s blood settles, a patchy mottling of skin, causing a horrifying yet beautiful discoloration.  Death’s kiss-- bruised purples and pinks, a farewell firing sunset fanning out on corpse. I pictured my flesh speckled and unfashionably pale

My own romantic tendencies had me barring the more grotesque aspects of decay. There’d be no bloating, no stench. I’d be a body, sprawled perhaps, but in a slumbered position. For an instant, I imagined the gore, my skin flayed and cackled, peeling and dehydrated, rotten and raw, but the ugliness of it was searing.

I visualized my face. Muscles relax after death, and eyeballs tend to sink back into sockets. Eyelids creep open. Would my eyes would be open, looking without seeing as they so often did in life? I thought of a dead fish floating in the river, washing up on shore. I could see its glassy eyes, receding and decaying slowly. Eyes, which were never a window to anything, but rather a clump of very useful cells, open as though aware.

Would someone lay coins on my eyelids? I imagined stitches sewing my eyes in a grotesque manner perhaps more suited for a horror film.

I told myself to shut up and I smoked a cigarette. I went to bed that night, and visions of fish and decay and death’s kiss haunted me.