I am my own sanctuary and I can be reborn as many times. I started off my morning riding my bicycle up and down 2nd Ave because it's my favorite route, alongside 5th and 1st. I am currently perched up in the Columbia Tower Starbucks with a 12oz. drip in-hand, gazing out of the window rather blankly. I proceed to look through my Common Sense A/W16 issue, lusting over Jennifer Medina's lush images and Nicolas Gavino's unique photographs. It's like I'm staring at paintings; every time you're looking at a painting, it's made up of thousands-or at least hundreds- of moments of a painter's life and every moment is a decision and a recording of a decision. Everyone who has ever painted perceptually, or painted from life, has come against the issues of perception itself. The first weekend of October was supposed to be the last summer-like one. Lately, nothing but mysterious fog and overcast afternoons.
Home is your consciousness, home is being able to find your peace of mind and self-awareness. It doesn't matter what your enlightenment fortress is built of, be it nature or pen and blank paper, the point is to have one. I used to be a confused adolescent chasing society for acceptance. It isn't a social life that I need to find my well-being within, but rather my mindset and perception. And I've found my substitutes for wild parties, that is literature and cinema. To me, fall usually means something new. Since I became a conscious child, this time of year has always brought some change, rather related to another school term. (Since I am no longer in school) I hope this visual diary, as a certain kind of creation itself, will successfully document my insights into the areas of art, photography, music, and fashion.
To step outside my hitherto comfort zones of the Web seemed like a life challenge in the beginning, but soon I found out that it only meant stepping into other ones. Limitations are stimulating, so I found my alternatives quite fast. I've been listening to (and crying to) some good old music. I've been more aware of myself, I reckon. But I'm going to stop here since it looks like I'm counting all the disadvantages of spending time online. Like, being offline gives you so much more time for all those wonderful things. Well, the point is, Internet is one of them, and it's thoroughly good to be back! 〜DC
For now, I'll leave you with this adorable little video on Florence Welch's London apartment:
