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Hope Street Spring Block Party
I've been wanting to go for years and this weekend, I finally got the chance to experience the annual Hope Street Spring Block Party. My best friend grew up living in an adjacent neighborhood of the Hope Street area, so I spent many a weekend enjoying ice cream and tasty food from the local eateries. Back a few years ago after I graduated college, I moved to a beautiful apartment on the East Side of Providence and cozied up once again to the comforts of having such a treat. Looking back on that time, I realize how spoiled I was to live in and near such a cool place.

The block party was nothing short of a blast. Music, art, shops, food trucks, open mics, a rock wall, a brass band, a pie eating contest, costumes, dogs, monsters... Everywhere you turned there was something awesome and intriguing to look at. There was a great energy in the air as well. A common experience of just plain "fun". Kids were laughing, parents were hanging out, dogs were enjoying the sun and everyone was drinking Del's. I can't think of anything more indicative of kicking off a Rhode Island summer than this.

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Spring Chic: The Casual HBIC
Let's face it, we all deserve a little TLC. Sometimes, that much needed TLC can be found in the fitting rooms of a local retailer. No shame there. Self love and personal style go hand-in-hand. My lovely roommate, Mary, discovered the perks of the Nordstrom Rack nearby and added some finesse to her casual-chic weekend and workplace wear. After showing me her latest finds, I couldn't help but need to photograph the outfit options she put together. Watch out for this HBIC. She and her Aldo d'Orsay pumps are making a spring statement.

#Latergram: Laconia Bike Week 2013
It took about a year and a half to actually look at these photos without a skewed perspective. I wasn't sure how any of these photos would stand up to what I actually wanted to produce. I had to step away and forget what I had taken without even knowing I had done so. It's hard to describe in photographs the dizzying feeling of gazing upon miles and miles of bikes and people without losing some of the effect. There's a lot to take in.

Laconia Bike Week 2013 was a week's worth of over-stimulation crammed into one day in June but all I want to do is go back and explore more.

Laconia Bike Week
2013 June
Laconia, New Hampshire

Reading The Work
Back in August, Sam and I spent a Sunday shooting her second boudoir session. We talked more about the importance of learning to love your own skin and owning your body. It was apparent that these were things we had both been trying to digest. She asked me about boudoir execution and how I see the photos. We bounced ideas and poses off each other, matching each other's artistic expression with collaboration and inspiration. I was happy to share my perspective and hear hers, especially since her mind seemed to take on a duel role as the model and photographer. She was a pleasure to work with.

This line of work is new to me but what I've noticed within myself is a newfound connection to the subject. I'm finding that boudoir is much more than pretty girls in lingerie. It's about quiet moments, raw beauty, and truth. It's skin and movement and yourself. It's that bridge between the model and the photographer. Our dialogue was rich but the sense of intimacy I felt within the photos was stronger, a depth that I haven't seen in my own work in quite a while.

I wanted this set to lean more in the style of one-on-one candids, spying moments of aloneness and warmth. I wanted the photos to be an exploration of comfort while being exposed. How conversation and creative energy can replace feelings of modesty or doubt. How familiar can you get with the camera before you forget it's there. It's a challenge and I'm curious.

And, well, I have to admit. This set is pretty freakin' sexy.

I've been in a bit of a funk lately. The weather has been unpredictable but warm so I decided to make use of the rest of my free time and explore my parents' garden. Since a lot of our vegetables and herbs are homegrown and my stepmother has a pretty impressive flower garden, I thought it would all look nice on camera.

The Paradox of Leaving: Graduation
I realize that May is a paradox. Endings and beginnings. It has always been a hard month with leaving school and uprooting myself to live back at home, changing jobs, changing pace. It has always lead to a contradictory bout of blues. The closing of a school year and the start of summer. Warm but away.

This May, May 2012, is the May that I leave a special place forever. The May of Finiteness. Graduation Month. I've been mulling this over in my head for a few months now. It's been an on-and-off battle. I've tied some ends, embraced the idea of maturity and transitioned myself out of the childlike mindset of gravitating toward pillowy places and began looking for something harder, something less forgiving: The Real World. I decided not to get drunk every weekend, not out of any conscious choice but out of taste. I would have much rather seen Ira Glass speak in Keene than go to SAC FEST 2012 YEAHBUDDY. But my mood depended on the day. You'd catch me on a Monday, ready to take on resumes and the failing economy. I was eager to kick some ass. By Friday, however, I'd be looking for a nap, a drink and the comfort of knowing that I had friends three seconds away. A place to fall that wouldn't skin my knees. College.
Skirmish and settlement.

I ended my finals two weeks ago and moved back home. I slept in and sent out numerous resumes. I called people. I visited my best friend for two short days, talked about jobs, cried and decided that I needed to change my mind about things. I ordered a chai, rubbed my eyes, and exhaled. I was ready to take on May again.

I spent a week and a half out of my house, bouncing from floor to floor, bed to bed, and traveled up to New Hampshire to visit Saint Anselm for one last hurrah. I drank champagne, hugged a lot of people, laughed and then I graduated. Just like that. It's still a little strange knowing that the bubble of college naiveté kicked me out. It considered me ready. Ripe but still so green.

Regardless, the ceremonies were absolutely beautiful.

I'm writing this as I crash from the weekend high. I have just over a week before I start my postgrad, non-career job. Tomorrow I'll force myself to exercise and shoot photographs. Maybe I'll unpack just a little bit, so my room won't be so claustrophobic. Maybe I'll write a few letters too. Those help.

Bitter yet optimistic. 

New York, New York
Being a broke college student has its perks, cheap day trips to New York for example. Even though we had to wake up and board the bus at 6am, the pain of being up and tired and cold was worth it... And, well, since we decided to stay up and not actually sleep, which really didn't work since I ended up passing out/napping at 4am, we were indeed tired, grumpy and cold.

We arrived in the city around 11 and were dropped off in front of the Met. The scheduled events and essential purpose of the trip were to be held in the Met but we had our own plan. Ever since I heard about Cindy Sherman's solo show at the MoMA, I had been dying to see it, and this was the perfect opportunity. The rebellious and fun part of these trips is avoiding the Professor's eyes as we take off in the opposite direction after getting off the bus. We had planned to meet up with Kat, who had moved to a cute little flat in Manhattan earlier this March, so off we went walking around Central Park to Columbus Circle.

It was everything I had hoped for. Seeing Kat, getting into the MoMA for free (courtesy of Kat's hook ups), oogling 9-foot Cindy Sherman prints, having a falafel from a Halal cart, holding hands in the city, meeting Keenan, kissing in Central Park... it's everything I wanted.

Kat and Kate's apartment was lovely. Though they were still figuring out the dynamics of their space, they still managed to create such a fascinatingly cozy abode.

They found that living like they were in Japan was the most economical in such a tight space.

Loose leaf earl grey brewed as strong as coffee is the norm.

The cat bed.
The happy cat.

So happy. This show was extremely intense.
Of course we had to stop in Uniqlo. Though the experience was a bit overwhelming, even for a second time visit, I still think the Americanized-Japanese-kitsch aesthetic is charming.
I finally met his best friend. It was quite the hilarious happening.
His best friend's girl was a sweetheart too.