Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

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

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

summer favorites

Summer is sort of like that favorite dream we all have and we all forget so easily. 
In this post, I just wanted to share what I do to cope with summer ending, the birth of a new season, and inevitable change. 



s a v e  and  l e t  g o

with fall comes the slow surrender of all things delicate. flowers wither, leaves collapse, and stems dry up. this summer, my mom cut our hydrangeas and used a flower drying technique to save the beauty of them even in their dying state. the result? a hydrangea dried, delicate, and ready to last through the winter in my room. does anyone else feel the need to completely organize and rework their room before September begins? it's become a habit of mine over the years. 

design tip:
silver trays bring an element of timelessness and makes any boudoir feel like its been sent from an old Paris boutique. i added my favorite perfumes, lotions, and scents to my tray to keep the feminine feel alive. 



c o l l e c t  the  t a n g i b l e

one of the main reasons i have any sort of social media, is to keep my favorite memories in one organized place. but relying only on instagram to capture memories would be a tragedy. travel journals, scrapbooks, and collections are the best way to keep the sense of any memory or place alive. so i encourage you, dear readers, to keep on lugging that Polaroid camera around. spend money on film. go crazy in Michael's with scrapbook accessories. summer may be over, but the moments can still last.




m a k e  p l a n s

organization tip:
without a planner, i would definitely be... lost. i rely heavily on both visuals and written instructions, and a planner is a mix of both. being able to write down everything i need to get done, while visually seeing what day i need to do it on the calendar, helps me enormously.  
oh, and the best way to cope with summer ending? the leaves turn hues and the apples get picked only once every year. so bring out the marshmallow sticks and use those ankle boots. you have one shot. make it count. 


xoxo,

angelica 

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, 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 angelicasallegories.com 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,
angelica

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.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Venice

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. 

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.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Contest Winner! (Who Caught The Light)

I have taken a long time putting together this post, and the reason is simple.
I feel like these pictures deserve more than an ordinary post. I actually got a ton of pictures for this contest, and I have to say,
EVERY ONE WAS SPECTACULAR. I was not surprised at all because, quite frankly, art is everywhere. Creativity is captured on little phones with low resolution, the next Picasso might be stenciling on an ipad, and a future bestseller might be written on a typewriter. Who knows?! If it's art, let it be. After all, art is everywhere. 
Everywhere indeed. 
On that note,after much thought, I have chosen a winner.
BEHOLD. (dramatic sounding music play... NOW)
Oh and by the way, there were a couple of other photographs that I really liked, and I just had to post as they were also awesome. Of course I had to write a couple more poems too. The ones I choose to feature are all very different. Nonetheless, they all tell stories - pretty good stories.
You guys are just too inspiring!

Monday, January 26, 2015

"Catch The Light" a one-of-a-kind photography contest

Dear dear readers,

I need a little inspiration, so I've been thinking- why not share some inspiration with each other?I have found that I like posting a photograph or two on every post, (you may or may have not noticed this). I like pictures, but most of all, I like the kind of pictures that make people feel something. I know everyone likes pictures that captures moments, but those pictures just don't suffice for me. I like the pictures that capture a feeling. So here's your chance, dear reader, to submit a kind of picture that you have taken that looks like it's frozen in time. Let's call it the "Catch The Light" photography contest. Pictures and words go hand in hand, and I will write a poem inspired by the winning picture.  Here's some instructions to follow if you want to submit.

Catch The Light Photography Contest

1. Your photograph can be edited, or not-edited. You can also submit more than one if you wish.

2. You submit your photographs by sending them via email to mua. Please email all submissions to adelucca97@gmail.com

3. Include your full name, (if you have a website include that too!), and a brief explanation of the picture and its title (if it has one). You will of course get full credit if I pick it as a winner.

4. ALL SUBMISSIONS ARE DUE FRIDAY FEBRUARY 6TH. 

Let the contest begin,
Angelica

Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Image. Photoshop and the Power of a Painted Face.

I read a lot. Sometimes this reading includes magazines. I read a lot of Vogue and high fashion magazines when i'm in supermarkets or have appointments, but who buys those huge things anyways? More than half are advertisements! It's a rip off! Anyway, I have noticed, as a teenage girl, that these advertisements are very specific, almost engineered in a way where the positioning of someone's chin and the alignment of a shoulder makes the picture. Sometimes it's disturbing. The most disturbing part? The fact that other people breeze through these images thinking they are perfectly normal.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

this thing called CLASSIC

I have always liked old things. There's a subtle history to them, a hidden mystery that appeals to me. I'm not nostalgic. I'm just someone who admires eras and decades that have left their mark in the closets of grandparents houses, waiting patiently in corners of old bookcases at school. I get that look sometimes. The turn of heads in hallways because I look like I just stepped out of some fuzzy movie and not a photoshopped neon magazine that some prefer, and that's ok with me. Take my picture with a Polaroid or better yet, one of my Brownies, they come out better anyway.
If you are a fellow vintage collector, or just plain curious, you may be wondering where I get all these old things. Here's how.

Friday, August 29, 2014

A Powerful Video on a Video Age

A lot of things happened this week, but I couldn't find anything to write about for this week's post. And then, It hit me. One of my very very good friends sent me this video, and I knew other people just had to watch it. ( plus, it goes absolutely perfectly with my last post) (to the extent that I'm questioning if this guy hacked my blog and read it) So here you go. Watch this and wonder. And go enjoy your weekends frolicking in parks and twirling in the air:)

WATCH THIS TO REALLY TRULY LIVE

http://youtu.be/Z7dLU6fk9QY

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Instagram Experiment


It was August 17. The exact time I do not know, it was rather spur of the moment, harshly put together, and carelessly whipped up. You see, I seem to make the most irrational decisions when I fail to overthink. This was one of them. But one, I must admit, I do not regret.