Showing posts with label informative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label informative. 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! 


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!


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

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

introducing tangibles.

how many moments does a person experience in a day?

how many of those moments are brilliant? brilliant because they reveal life subtlety, as a sort of whispered poetry?

i've been thinking about moments. about how fast they happen, despite how frequently they occur. i have also been thinking about my blog lately, about making it something that the internet lacks. 

in reworking my blog, i came to the realization that what the internet lacks is a source of observation.

pure observation, pure connection, pure experience.

looking at different blogs, I've noticed that most are advertisements. and i get it- bloggers need to advertise products to make money sometimes (i'll probably be doing this too in the future). but a blog should not always be limited to mere advertisement.
a person should not be downgraded into a simple face for a brand. 

i want to start making this blog a true place for stories. and to do so, i'll be sharing stories. - the little stories in life that slip past us every day.
but not the made-up, make-believe kind. those are good too, but i'd rather write down the stories playing out right in front of my eyes. the real, documented observational story.
because life is pretty poetic, every last little moment of it.

take this new direction as a sort of journalistic poetry.  

so what does this mean for angelica's allegories? well, there will be more allegories.
you'll start seeing alot more "tangibles" as i like to call it. 
writing you can truly see, feel, and observe. 
i'll be writing about the things happening right in front of me.
the small, instant moments that make us human, and that are getting ignored.
and i'll be writing about memories, the kind that we all want to remember.

visually, my "tangible" posts will be shorter, almost fragmented, (like the moments they will express)
and each "tangible" will be paired with a visual.

you may notice that some of this "tangibles" will be more poetic, and others more journalistic. in the end, this will be an experiment for me as a writer and an (amateur) visual artist, and i hope you enjoy taking this ride with me. basically, my goal is to really make my blog into a body of work that i would be proud enough to possibly publish, and for to truly be a place for stories.

in fact, i'll be opening up the opportunity for "guest tangibles". basically, you can send your own observational poetry in to be included, with full credit (or anonymously if preferred), to be featured on my blog and Instagram @angelicasallegories. 

hopefully you enjoy all of this and it inspires you to look up at the world more than down on your phone.

see you in the stories,

Monday, December 12, 2016

two days in London

Spending two days in London? Or just making a quick trip in the land of fish n chips and tea? In this post, i'm breaking down my best tips and worst mistakes made. 
(So that you don't have to).

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.

Monday, March 7, 2016


Venice is a painting. Constantly being brushed upon by the eyes of those who see it as it really is.
It is a reflection, a song, a dreamland. 
But the best thing about Venice is not in it's canals or lonely streets. 
The best part, is letting those canals and those streets carry you away for a little while,
letting it lull you under it's quiet song,
and take you away through its fleeting dreams. 

Friday, January 22, 2016


We should be asking questions.
Simple questions.
Where does this fabric come from?
Who made these jeans I am wearing?
Is that person ok?

This might sound melodramatic to some of you out there, but fashion has always been a part of my life. The whole idea of putting together items of clothing, getting to know fabrics, becoming familiar with the art of clothing (through learning how to sew and appreciating that art)- just makes me really happy. Call it a hobby. For some, watching football while eating chips and drinking certain beverages is a hobby. For me, going through my closet and putting the pieces together to make something pretty is a hobby.

Because I have a certain fondness for clothes, I am also particularly familiar with this thing called shopping. When quality clothes are too pricey (which is 99 percent of the time), I know where to go to get pretty things without breaking the bank, and i'm sure that all of you fashion and budget conscious people out there know of these places too. Other than the sometimes wonderful sale section of my favorite clothing store (Anthropologie) (cough cough), when I need a certain clothing item, I find myself at stores that have a large variety and small price tags. Most people do. It's ok, this is a blog. Let's be honest here.

So some stores that seem great for variety and price are Forever 21 (don't sue me), H&M (who is hopefully not reading), and basically every other brand that has mannequins that change every other day and a lot of stuff in their stores. Up until two weeks ago, I thought these stores were great and convenient and actually reasonably priced!

Fast forward to today, where I am saying that I aim to never buy an item from stores like this again.

I recently got the two month free Netflix thing, and I sort of have this guilty pleasure that includes watching a ton of documentaries, so you can only imagine how crazy I was going watching documentaries. Anyway, I stumbled across this documentary called The True Cost, and seeing that it was about the fashion industry, I excitedly pushed the play button.

Warning: After watching this documentary you will never be able to step inside your "favorite" stores again without feeling some sort of sadness and guilt.

The truth is that a ten dollar shirt is not a normal shirt.
There's more that goes into clothes.
More love
More quality
More care.
And yet, here we are.
Standing in front of a clothes rack.
Where everything is on sale all the time.

 I am not the sort of person who is ok with unknowingly contributing directly to the harmful conditions of fellow humans.
Unfortunately, until seeing this documentary, I was never really aware of the reality behind the little printed made in (foreign country) tag that is so common on almost every item in major retail stores. Before I reveal these realities that penetrate almost every popular clothing store, here is some info about the fashion industry in today's age.


This is the golden rule for major fashion retail brands. We live in a society where fashion changes EVERY DAY. Some people actually attempt to keep up with these "trends". The result are major retail stores that get thousands of new clothes in every day and throw thousands of "yesterdays" clothes away every other day. This concept is almost hard to grasp because it seems so unreal, and yet, this is reality. You may be thinking "ok, so sadly these clothes are being thrown away in extremely large numbers and being put in landfills all while releasing harmful toxins into the air, but there is no direct link to any actual human beings being hurt by me buying a shirt."

The documentary follows a textile factory worker in Bangladesh who gets barely enough money to eat, but goes to work in a factory because it is her only option. In the factory, she is taking in harmful chemicals from the rapidly produced fabrics and the factory itself  is at risk of collapse. Thousands of people in a nearby factory have already died because their factory did collapse. Hundreds die taking in the harmful chemicals given off and many people in the area are born with defects and deformities as a result. These are the factories that produce goods for the stores that are across our streets and in our malls. This is the reality behind the mannequins of H&M and Forever21 and many other retail stores.

After watching the video and shedding many tears, I rushed up to my closet to face the inevitable. I read the labels. Made in Bangladesh. Made in China. Made in India.

My heart sunk.

I looked at my Anthropologie pieces for some hope. My favorite homey, quirky, great-smelling store.
Made in Indonesia.

After watching this video and pulling myself together, I realized that I actually learned a lot of things. I learned that even cotton is being produced in a harmful way and that there is a big difference between simple "cotton" and "organic cotton".  I learned that fashion is the second most polluting industry after oil. I also learned that there is a big price that people in another part of the world are paying for my pair of $8.50 slacks. I learned that as a customer, and not a consumer, I can decide where I buy my clothes and I deserve to know everything about that product. Nothing should be hidden. Thankfully, there are fair trade fashion brands out there that answer all of the simple questions shoppers should ask and provide quality clothing that pays attention to the people who make it.

In the future, I plan to make guilt-free fashion choices and wear clothes that are not made in ways that endanger another person's life. Will I step into a retail store again? Probably. Will I see the stores the same way and buy things more easily? No. Because no clothing item is worth the price of inhumanity.

"I don't want anyone wearing anything,
which is produced by our blood."
-Shima Akhter (Bangladesh Garment Factory Worker)

with the hope of sharing this information and my experiences in the most honest way possible,

all text other than Shima Akhter's quote from The True Cost was written by Angelica owner of angelicasallegories

Monday, August 31, 2015

Summer Stops #1: A Note On Rome

Dear Readers,

It's been a while. How are you? It's been hard to write to all of you lately because I haven't really had a computer, since ours stopped working. (If your computer ever breaks down you will actually find that this is a blessing and a curse)(mostly a blessing). Ordinarily, in the summer I don't use it at all, but since i've been blogging, well, it's sort of necessary.  Nevertheless, I am back in business AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU GUYS. And since I have so much to tell you, I figured it would be much more reasonable to break down the next few posts into a series. First of all, it is with great sadness that I am writing you today on this last day of August. For tomorrow the world will be a different place. The mannequins in the storefronts will be wielding coats, blinding us with dark heavy tones, and the soft days of summer will disappear like the morning rain. So I dedicate this day, and these posts, to my summer travels. (And also to give all of you fellow travelers some tips and inside scoops and just some darn good stories that only occur when you pack a suitcase and get out of town.) Even though i'm back home, i'm posting my travel diary and photo diary for all of us, really, to fly away to some other place for a little while, before September comes and saps all of our summer dreams with it's evilness. So join me, as I attempt to freeze summer.

First Stop: Rome, Italy

The first thing you should know is that my family and I are by no means traditional tourists. We don't like hotels, or the overpriced, under-sized, uncomfortable, un-unique, basic-ness that comes with them. Therefore, it was only natural for us to decide on an Airbnb in Rome. The apartment owner was also very nice, and taught my mom how to use the traditional Italian espresso machine, and just contributed to the whole authentic experience we were aiming for on our vacation. If you have never heard of Airbnb then you should google it and look into for your next trip over seas.

The first thing I noticed about Rome is all the layers that it has. It has layer upon layer of historic buildings, of art, and of culture. As a tourist, it's easy to get caught up in one layer. Only when you are brave enough to become part of the city itself can you start to peel away the layers and see Rome's true foundations. The normal eye in Rome will see the gypsies, the graffiti, and the dirt on the streets. That is not all that Rome is. I hope that if you ever go to Rome you will see the beauty in the bricks and in the little pictures and paintings that line an artist's sidewalk. If you do see these things, then and only then, are you truly in Rome.