To Venus and Part Way Back

So this is an editorial that I've been holding out on for months. We shot this back in May when the garden was perfectly Spring. It's my favorite time of the season when everything is super green and budding and has yet to seen the ravages of the Oklahoma heat. My homegirl Medeia Starfire is the photographer behind the lens this time and we shot on location at The Herban Fortress. It was a lovely, dewey afternoon as we wandered around the garden, smelling herbs, discussing modern feminism and playing with crystals . She is an artist, writer and photographer positioned in Seattle, but an Okie native to the bone. Jewels featured are heirloom vintage and Fortress Armor, which is a line of jewelry that I curate with hand - mined quartz and one of a kind custom pieces. Everything is organically grown by me and my partner. This is my home base for authoring all that I do. The epicenter, the mother ship, the lab from which I write, create, love and parent.

Mrs. Pong's Lace

Bonus material. I mean, seriously? The composition here is impeccable. This is just a sneaky of what's to come. The photographer is one of my oldest friends in the book. She's remarkable. Everything she does looks amazing. She's got that poetry in her eye. Objects move independently in her presence. I have been in a serious love affair with her since our junior year in high school. She acted in plays. She caressed the violin. She made the world beautiful and littered with violet. People and things were ALIVE. There was a pulse where a mark of stone once was. She entered with her heat, her omen. The sky cracked like an egg, leaving tiny shell pieces in the wake of discovery. But I was in love and I was not ashamed. I danced and made shapes in the air with a beautiful, dark soul. She showed me things I never knew and I loved the not knowing. I was young, immature and juvenile in the face of modern technique. Who was I kidding? I needed and wanted real structure. The thing that maybe a University gives you but I didn't want to go to college. In fact, I didn't even want to crack a book. I was better than that. I was a self-made mess. Everything that was collegiate and structured, I was not. I hated agendas. Rules. Guidelines. I just wanted to BEND. And from that impulse, I leapt! See me through this lace but don't really see me. See me through this filter but don't really assess me. I beg of you, dramatically. There is little left to decode. The proof is in the pulling.