“What I want is to get back to the girl who smiled at strangers. Who tried to understand people and their interior worlds because they were just as interesting as hers.” Bad experiences riddle even the kindest of people with distrust, and we battle more complex choices than what’s the right thing to do.
She has a name like a forgotten flower, one that blooms high up in the mountains, a name that makes you want to whisper. She is not fragile, she is not shy, you could not break her. She has a million colors. Sensations that would be mistaken for words and poems you’d want her to inspire you, in her silent presence everything is given life to.
“Julia is a sex educator, stunning model, dancer and all around wonderful person and inspiration.” introduces Joshua Oliver model Julia and his favourite collaborator in Austin. We had a chat with Julia about about feeling disconnected to her body when she was younger and nowadays helping people have tools to communicate about sex and connection.
Maybe to write about happiness is so stock already, that no one will read those lines. But maybe this is the perfect time now to write about something hopeful, something to calm down in the turbulent times we live in. Perhaps now more than ever, at least in the lifetime that I experienced, we are looking for this little sanctuary, a bubble to feel safe, where we wake up with a hearty smile on our lips.
I wonder how my life would be, if there was more empty space in it, more silence between us. I want back to this state of standing the empty space, the not needing to know all, not wanting to share all. And where all that we share is that very moment we have with each other.
“Acting like a shelter, protecting us from the outside world and it’s current crisis, we spent some days into a hotel room in Sao Paulo, Brazil. The changing light and the view from the balcony became my main distraction as a photographer. Using my wife as model I could express myself before being able to join the real world.”
Every day the cards are being reshuffled. Every day you can find new opportunities. And old seeds you planted can suddenly begin to sprout. So be bold, go your way, and always believe in miracles and dreams that come true.
I am happy to get closer and closer to my inner center and the closer I get, the more I can see supposed “losses” as a relief, as an opportunity.
Five years on, and life drawing had continued to be a weekly aﬀair, but I had got myself back to a much better place. The prospect of life-modelling now presented itself in a diﬀerent light: as an opportunity to acknowledge and aﬃrm how far I had come, a positive challenge.
After the first wave of the pandemic, I moved to Lisbon. It was a spur of the moment decision. But for me, it wasn’t just a new city. Something in me changed. I got the feeling it was finally my time, to allow myself to be open to love.
Isn’t it great, how small beginnings, a random connection can lead into something so much bigger later on? Sometimes only years later, even our smallest actions, can start making sense. And I realize that what makes our life richer and probably also more successful at the end, are not always those big plans and goals, but exactly those small and seemingly unimportant moments on the way and in between…
Art is something that comes from inside of us, influenced by who we are and what we experience, or us trying to create a totally imaginery world, a certain feeling. It might evoke feelings and thoughts in others. To some people it will mean something. And others will not be able to relate to it.
“Timeless design is all about the narratives, the historical and emotional value.” 23-year old Raf Reyes unpacks his influences, the legacy of artwear, and his long-term role in flipping the fashion script.
Her brain feels fried. What shall she do? Where is this bloody fulfilled life that they kept telling her about. That will give her all the satisfaction she was anticipating. And does it exist anyway…maybe it doesn’t so she can stop hunting for it, right?
A lot has been said about the color blue, I’ll hardly be the first. This isn’t to say this is an analysis of blue as a color, or blue as an emotion. But blue as perspective — the color of distant vaporous memory, opaque and often hindered — blue that moves. To illustrate my point, I have to begin with a tracing. To frame a lighthouse, a flower vase, a day in fall — a vision of the mundane in a steady flow that proves to be significant.