For four days and three nights, I spent every waking and sleeping moment with four women. There were plenty of things that “could have” gone wrong - hormonal rages, messy drunken escapades, losing someone along the way, sun poisoning, fighting over the same pillow, or some type of novella - typically assigned to our gender.
On the contrary, we shared some of the most cultural and unforgettable moments together. I can easily blame it on the beautiful sun radiating over 80 degrees weather while the ocean breeze cooled our flesh, or it was the delicious empanadas and happy carbs from the savory rice and beans we consumed all weekend, or perhaps, it was the colorful buildings and high patios with salsa music escaping the flowing curtains gladly filling our ear. But there’s no doubt in my mind, that it was the ladies that defined my trip. Not only did we eat, sleep, and share one bathroom together, we danced on tables, cried from overbearing laughter, insisted on attending an awkward first date (all together), broke bread together family style from the same bowl, swallowed sweet poison (moonshine with a hint of honey), and was probably on the verge of being outlaws…but at least, we would be capturing the same iron bar view on Instagram.
These four women became my sisters and Puerto Rico became our birthplace. The sun was our father, lighting our way through Old San Juan, leaving his presence with our fading tans. The breeze was our mother, gliding her fingers through our hair, constantly embracing us, leaving salty imprints on our skin. The moon was our playful brothers and sister, changing the streets into a large playground filled with low hanging lights and latin notes, begging us to play.
I hope these images can evoke at least a portion of the experiences we shared. If not, there will be another post soon to convince you.
Photos by Sammy Aller & Ioanna Janet Tasigianis
I wanted to share a fun collaboration I did in November. Talk about #throwbackthursday! But hey, better late than never…right?
One of my principles is that I only work with people, products, and ideas I believe in. When Evie Phillips and I crossed paths for the first time, I swore we were destined to create and inspire. Founder of Cultures of Love, she’s an embodiment of the beliefs and spirit around this socially responsible eboutique that promotes stylish philanthropy and conscious commerce. We are a generation that is fully aware of the things around us. We are presented with choices and the opportunity to learn about our choices. We have an immense sense of power and purpose. This is why Cultures of Love is so important. It takes something creative, like fashion, and encourage us to dig deeper and make more conscious decisions.
For more information, I encourage you to visit their website - http://culturesoflove.com.
I joined the Cultures of Love movement specifically during the holiday season to host the Creeds of Love Pop-Up event where tastemakers as well as friends and family came together to shop, drink some bubbly, and support the fashionably conscious movement. 10% of all sales went back to charity and the Melange Nail Bar was a delicate touch. I want to thank those of you who came out and continue to support a more stylish philanthropic culture.
Besides the event, I was a part of their first conscious styling video. I had the pleasure of working with some of the most beautiful people and I sincerely mean that in all aesthetics, physically and internally. From photographer, George Evan, videographer, Luke Delahanty of Cool Hand Film, model, Carmen Vienhage, to make-up artist and friend, Angie Rivera, stylist and editor, Marcus John, founder of Cultures of Love, Evie Phillips, and some of the trendiest brands, like Hiesel, Aimee Kestenberg, Medusa, among many more. Here is the video -
Hope you enjoyed this epic #tbt!
I will see you after I get back from the soft sands and fruity cocktails of Puerto Rico.
In my last post, I encouraged every neckbreaker to utilize their closet and rework your favorite pieces. I took the pink sweater and MARYLAI Jayel handbag from Pretty “In” Pink and give you Pretty “Boy” Pink with a casual flair.
You can easily transform an article of clothing from day to night, formal to informal in just some easy steps, like adding a pair of boyfriend jeans and everyday booties. There are “the” moments where you need to pull out all the stops and then there are these moments that you don’t mind just stepping back. But a neckbreaker never truly step back. Once they enter a space, they provide the room an energy that is instantly taken away once they exit.
In this particular moment, I needed an outfit that will be casual enough to walk the Philadelphia city and comfortable enough for the following 6 hours road trip to Richmond, VA. Roadtrips always look more fun than they actually are. You forget the butt-numbing, hours of sleepless driving, then the attempt to actually sleep in the car or in a sketch motel room. But the places you happen to come across, the random and friendly faces you meet, the hole in the wall bars you become acquainted with, and the dearest breakfast spots you wish you can take home with you MAKE IT ALL WORTH IT. Most importantly, I can’t ever replace the time, conversations, and memories that my best friend (also photographer, Faraz Nischal Photography) and I get to keep for the rest of our lives.
Do you have memories like this? Please share!
We even have some polaroids to keep. They are too cute for words. I underestimate how much having a physical photograph means to me. It’s a beautiful reminder of the best times that an online picture can’t grasp or explain. It’s the spontaneous and imperfect nuances of the Fuji Film Polaroids that make them so personal and special. I know years down the line, we’ll still be talking about the time we picked up a random German guy into our car to meet up with five other strangers at a nearby bar and hookah spot. Yes, we could’ve died. But our faith in human beings proved correct.
Photos by Faraz Nischal Photography