picture me this

i'm sad today, i'm angry and i really don't understand.  are those really the rules of love?

i love oversized men's sweaters and a great pair of jeans. i found a bracelet i never wanna take off, my balance is  horrible, sadly i always fall trying to set the timer on my camera. i like the blurriness of these photos, gave me a lot to ponder. if everything was perfect something would be wrong.

I'm in a relationship with my nikon: her name is betty

be still my beating heart

there are days when i go on a fashion site and mag binge. i dive in for inspiration to let me know all i'm working for is not lost. i just bought kelly cutrone's book and love magazine the other day... i spent 49 dollars on two things.. i also wanted the lady gaga book but resisted.. sadly i plan to go get it this week or maybe next. but that wasn't enough this morning i woke up and began going to every fashion site i could think of.. i try to follow the trends and keep myself informed but honestly i lose track of time and i don't remind myself to check a trend report every day. i just love style, and the freedom of fashion, sometimes i don't do well with order, i'm realizing that in many of my relationships with life.

aneta bartos

W Magazine

yana toyber

W Magazine

martynka wawrzyniak

W Magazine

elle muliarchyk

W Magazine

I find these photos fascinating and beautiful... i love different depictions of women and not the standard glam shots. Its raw and uncandid I want to do things like this with my photography i just have break that little fear boundary.

oeuvres d'art

my favorite piece of art

time ticks and i still feel the same je'taime, te amo, i love you. I've never felt so much emotion over one person.. he knows why waste words. so i turn it into to art..he's my photography in motion. its what he gives me, each angle the camera turns, each picture i take stems from emotion. Emotion caused by him, from the deepest secrets of my heart.. he gives me art, he gives me drive. I'm on the edge of desire and I'm not afraid to admit it, confused and lost in love with one person, one soul, the one person who believes. I always say I don't need anyone, i don't need this guy or that.. well maybe i need you... "there i just said it, i'm scared you'll forget about me."