Showing posts with label Featured. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Featured. Show all posts

Sunday, January 7, 2018

The Best Views of Paris

Traveling to Paris soon? Living in Paris? Just obsessed with Paris? 
Then, dear reader, this post is very much for you.


After two trips to Paris: one in the spring, another in the fall, I have become quite familiar with the city of lights and love. In fact, I like to think I know the city like the back of my hand. One thing is for sure, I know Paris better than NYC, (which is kind of sad, and kind of cool, at the same time). Nevertheless, after having plenty of experience and time navigating Paris, I've also had time exploring the best Paris rooftops: from the Notre Dame, to the Arc Di Triomphe, to the Galleries Lafayette, and of course that little known monument AKA The Eiffel Tower. And after seeing the views (and climbing them!), I thought I'd share my favorite ones, and the ones that were the (least)(spectacular)- to me. Read on!

Friday, December 15, 2017

My Skellig Michael Experience

When it was decided that our next family trip would be to the Emerald Isle, I knew we could not go without also taking an excursion to a galaxy far far away...





Skellig Island. A literal rock of an island towering above the wild pacific, also quite literally in the middle of nowhere off of Ireland. People (including tourists) have fallen to their death in their attempts to climb to the top of this beautiful island. Oh, and it’s at least an hour away from shore in a fisherman’s boat with rough seas and NO BATHROOMS FOR FOUR HOURS. 
There’s also a 50/50 chance that YOU WON'T be able to actually go on the island when the day comes (too rough seas), (too much rain), (currents are bad). 
BUT.... if the Irish rain holds up just enough, the tides are just right, and the current is on your side, you’ll have a chance. 
A chance to explore and climb one of the wildest pieces of land on this earth. And to me, that was a chance I had to take. 

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

blog trailer


i cannot believe that i have been blogging for three years already! it has been one wild ride of creativity, revelations, and just good old fashioned openness. i would have never imagined that my little hobby/ fun thing could do would be a portfolio that helped me land my first writing contract and freelance job! thank you so much for following along with me, and for looking at my pictures and reading my words. the truth is that i created this blog for me really. so that i would have a place to store my memories and my creativity, and it would be a place that would endure the test of time and would be out there as a source of discovery for my friends and family. but it has become so much more than that. it has become a conversation, a dialogue between something greater than just me and my thoughts. enter you, dear reader, and your willingness to keep my thoughts and my artsy stuff in your own memory. i am honored to take up a spot in your mind. 

so to celebrate the past three years, i put together my first ever blog trailer! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed creating it. 

until the next post! 




xoxo,
angelica

Thursday, June 29, 2017

s u r p r i s e !



i have a youtube channel!!!
(it's still a major work in progress)
(it will be an occasional extension for my blog)
my blog website is still the main place to go for my work (and always will be), but i have a video up on my channel about one of my favorite modern artists Idelle Weber. Haven't heard of her?
Then yeah, you should check the video out.

In the future, you can expect to see more spoken word, poetry, and other artsy/fashion related stuff on the channel.

Please like, subscribe, and comment as you see fit!
Thanks for the support!

The video is below!

-angelica





Thursday, June 15, 2017

Tangibles #3

(i'm really proud of this one. i haven't written something like this in a while, but when i did, it felt wonderful)


early 20s.
that's the time right?
the time to start looking,
for a job.
a life.
a love.
it's expected.
the cut off date is about 24.
never been kissed? at 25?
you're off to a bad start.
welcome to 20,
they say.

early 20s.
this is my time.
to start looking,
for dreams.
for places.
for goals.
don't worry,
i've been kissed many times.
by the sweet smell of libraries
by the ranges of pages in my journal.

so come here 20,
let's share a spot on the ride through life.
but here's the thing,
i take my time looking through the windows.
i get lost in the blur outside.
and i never give up my seat for someone else.
in other words,
i travel it slow.
that's what I say.


-angelica delucca


Saturday, April 8, 2017

tangibles #2


evening.
he sat quietly, 
silently staring out the window.
"What do you say to a world leader?"
I smiled.
"You say the truth."
he typed on. 
a little noise wound up 
into the moving air.
history, 
history being made.
the letters rolled on.
April 1st. April 1st.




-angelica delucca

Friday, February 17, 2017

tangibles #1

i feel like i want to be a kid again.
a little one.
when everything was new and the sun was bright, never blinding.
when stories were made in plastic dollhouses and people had depth to them. 
and sometimes, when i look too deep in the irises of someone's eyes, or when i skip over the cracks on the sidewalks, 
i feel her old wildness.
will you help me get it back?
sit in the overgrown grass and watch the stars with me.
let's be flowers in a world of weeds.
let's help each other be kids again.





-angelica delucca

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

"walking through new york"

I had a big creative assignment in one of my classes this semester. The assignment was to act like a "flaneur" and write about New York City. "Flaneur" is a French term used to describe idlers, or wanderers. In 18th century Paris, this was a way of life for Parisians (and still is). Writers and artists would wander the streets for inspiration and pure observation. My piece is a poetic story.

This is what I came up with.

“Walking through New York” 
-a story of the city in autumn

It’s funny how different a city can look when you walk through it alone in autumn.  

Thursday, November 17, 2016

writing for readers 1. old books


note:
i have this wonderful friend who is just as obsessed with poetry as i am. we often text each other randomly to occasionally discuss creativity, poetry, writing, and of course new revelations in our lives. in our last texting conversation, my friend brought up my blog, and she asked about giving me a topic to write about. and i thought the idea of readers requesting topics for me to write about was a great idea! its a win-win really. i get instant inspiration, and readers get something personalized to read. so i am opening up my blog email (which you can find in the contact area of my blog), as a way for you all to request topics for me to write about. 
the first topic is: old books.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Pieces of Paris (part 1)

I've been trying to figure out how to write everything down that has inspired me lately. The truth is, it's an overwhelming and extremely difficult task to have all of this material and not know where to begin the creative process. I have seen so much in these past months. In two weeks, I traveled to three different countries and saw three major foreign cities. I flew to fashion capitals and took trains to rugged villages. And ever since I have returned, people have asked me what the best part was. What was the most beautiful  place. And I have no clear answer. Every sidewalk held its own grace, every stoop had its own story. And the collection of each place was just as beautiful as the next. But I think that what makes a place beautiful is how you choose to walk around in it. Everyone sees a place differently, but to really see the beauty of a place, you have to become a part of it. You have to forget that you are only a visitor. Because when you feel like you belong there, then the whole world becomes your home. And as a traveler that is the most freeing feeling I've ever experienced. But I still didn't know how to write it all down. All of this inspiration was just coming at me, and what resulted was scribbles of lyrics and sonnets and journal entries. I don't really know what to call these pieces of writings, because they are all  really pieces of moments from all of these beautiful places. Some were written on trains between countries, some were written in a Parisian flat, and others were thought off along ocean cliffs. To begin, here are some pieces of Paris, along with a little video accompaniment.