Shoot for Japan

My friend Taro emailed me these a couple of weeks ago.  I shot these in New York City at the beginning of September for a clothing store in Japan.  They were shot with the newly opened High Line Park in the background.  (I recommend visiting if you get the chance!  It was an elevated rail system that was constructed in the 1930s and was abandoned for many years before being opened as a park in 2009.  It affords majestic views of the Hudson River, and has the added benefit of making you feel like you've left the bustling city streets behind for a bit).  I love pictures with that quintessential New York feel!

XOXO,

Why I Love Skype...

... and one thing I miss from home!

This little guy, by the way, is Siegfried.  He is named after the dragon-slaying hero of Germanic folklore, but this pup (a Miniature Pincher) is pretty much afraid of anything that goes bump in the night.

He's a silly bear, but I do miss him terribly!

XOXO,

Etoile Fashion Show 11/24/2009

Work has been pretty slow as of late (I seem to be in good company, though, as my friends around the globe are all complaining of the same thing!) but this past week I did get to do a fashion show showcasing the new collection of a Lebanese designer here in Dubai.

I only had one outfit, and it was a Bright Gold Dress!

Photo frame via Gunhild Storeide

The pictures are of me and my friend, Claudia (a Brit who mysteriously speaks with a southern drawl), and me with the three girls who were flown in from Manchester, England just for the job.  We were the "Gold Group."

XOXO,

To Althea from Prison

I am feeling a little shallow about what I have been posting on the blog lately.  I am proud of my work, and it is fun to share it, but in a way, these pictures reflect nothing of who I am.  Back in the day, I would write long and random posts such as why I want to be buried in my wedding dress; or about the medieval lovers, Heloise and Abelard; or about what women can learn about men in Jane Austen novels.  Sometimes, even, when I got bold, I would talk about my faith.

I have a friend who has been encouraging me to write more from my heart, to be more thoughtful, and reflective.  I am thankful for his thoughts and for being challenged in this way.  I'll see what I can do...

via DeYoung, Restless, and Reformed

I love letters.  I really love love letters.  We moved every two years when I was growing up, which meant I had my fair share of pen pals.  I would argue that handwritten letters from friends are just about one of the most wonderful delights to be found on this earth.

I store letters in my heart-- letters written to me, and letters written to other people.  When I stumble across letters which are  eloquently written, or better yet, express some noble thought, I make note.

The above letter was written from a man in prison to his obviously beloved wife.  His name was Guido de Bres, and he is known as the author of the Belgic Confession.  He was imprisoned for his Protestant faith, and in 1567, was publicly hanged.  He continued to exhort the crowd to be faithful to scripture and to obey their magistrates even as he was pushed off the scaffold.

It is a beautiful letter, is it not?

XOXO,