Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. 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 

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).


Saturday, August 13, 2016

Pieces of Paris Part 2

I still find myself going back to Paris and reminiscing on it. Its one of those places that I can't believe  I have actually been to. It was a dream before I went, it was a dream while I went, and it remains a dream even though the pictures prove that I was there and it did happen. And when Paris was happening, I knew I had to capture every moment. I filmed, I wrote, and I snapped pictures on practically every corner. Doing all of this made it even more real to me. It made me grounded in the sounds, sights, and smells that surround and embody the city of brilliant lights. This post continues on with my Paris photo diary, along with the thoughts that bring them all together. I hope you enjoy them, and I hope this little post takes you miles away to a place that really is as beautiful as a dream.

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

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.

Monday, January 5, 2015

A Galaxy Not So Far Away-the effect of traveling far and wide

I've been to a lot of places in my seventeen years of life. Happy places, interesting places, exotic places, and the ordinarily plain places. I like discovering new places. Traveling. I like the way it feels when I step off a plane or a boat or out of a car and the air smells different- more interesting. Call it wander-lust or just plain tourist behavior. It will always happen, because I will always find myself in new places, at new times. So I continue breathing it all in, the air, the trees, or the lack-of air and trees. Sometimes I like to look back at the pictures that still make me remember the sounds, smells, and feel of it all. In this post I endeavor to take you with me, dear reader, on this journey that I can't recreate but that I can only retell through pictures that flip through my memories like thirty second commercials. And even though I've been to a lot of places, there are only a handful that are so vivid in the back of my mind. I think of these as little galaxies, the rare travels that I prefer not to revisit in the future because they are doing just fine as photo albums in my mind. Besides, the best experiences only happen once. And oh how they happen. Here are just three of the stories that have taken me far and wide, and some not so far at all.

Monday, October 27, 2014

moving on (Cha Cha Changes)

I never got over San Francisco. Rephrase- I will never get over San Francisco . I often ask myself why I love it so much. I think it's because it's the first place place I have been on vacation and thought "I could just pack up my things and move here right now." It's true, I could actually see myself living there in the future, among the tall endless trees and the misty oceans crashing against the jagged cliffs. The misty city line imprinted with all of those footprints of runners and surfers and nerds all intertwined in an endless shade of unique. In short- I felt very at home when I really was not.