As a child I had this extremely irrational fear that a t.rex would attack me. It was really silly because I mean a t.rex’s arms are far too short to grab me and if he did try to grab me, his head would get in the way! DUH!
I’m feeling silly. Enjoy your Friday lovers :)
((picture featured, is a very tiny ber with my cousin probably extremely early 90’s))
Behold. Paris Fashion Week is upon us. So far in love with a lot of what I’m seeing. Can’t wait to blog about my favs.
My road to where I am in my life has definitely been a catwalk. Fashion has always been in my blood, from the time I was little and telling the camcorder I was going to be a model, to finally graduating fashion school. When fashion week (month/ season/ year) comes and what the designers have given the world is here, it really makes me feel rejuvenated. A new season, atleast for me, brings upon a new fashion hope…
Love & Fashion,
-ber.
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Dying over what I’m seeing from the Alexander #McQueen #AW13 womenswear presentation. THOSE GLOVES!!! #iwant #fashion // pics from @worldmcqueen 😍
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Which one is the real #garnier ad? Hey Garnier do you need a new #brunette Garnier girl?! @thelmapreza thank you for noticing this love it!!!! #hair #balloons #happy
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“Ballerina, you must have seen her/dancing in the sand…” -Elton John/ Tiny Dancer
So my work day is finally at a close, and I once again am headed to the OC. I love the family members there, but I can’t stand the drive. I truly despise the OC.
That’s an opinion, if you love it for whatever strange reason, congratulations. What I’ve come to realize is that I am wholly, and utterly a city girl. I am absolutely okay with this fact too. When I mentioned this to a family member the other night I got shot back at me (after, mind you close to a ten hour work day, and then a two hour drive in complete California traffic) “DO YOU SEE MY VIEW?” . Yes I am not blind I see your view of cookie cutter houses with manicured landscaping, and cars parked perfect in the driveway. However what I’ve come to learn about myself, is that perfect is not exactly what I want. I want the mess of a city, the terrible smells, the horrific traffic noises, and the stories of all those people who live in the city with me.
I am so happy to not settle, like some people, because say they have come to realize that they are not in their 20’s any longer. I am so happy to be in this place in my life, where the world is still in front of me and I don’t have to try to fit my life into a cookie cutter. Because as my parents definitely know, I have never been a cookie cutter. I have given them more hiccups, because of my innate need to be different and be my own person.
And I feel like since I’ve been doing that for 24 years already, that may be something that does not change…
Love && Laguna,
-ber.
Happy Weekend Followers!!!!
Take a look at your horoscope for today, Scorpio. Click here!
yup. sometimes I’m totally a mushy girl, and believe this.
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“I’ve seen fire & I’ve seen rain/I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end/ I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend/ but I always thought I’d see you again…” -James Taylor. 💔 #tbt #throwback #amazingman #imissyou #heartbroken
-Lao Tzu
in honor of “love day” tomorrow.
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Early night from me & #disneyland hotel. #disney #princess #adreamisawish #love #fireworks (at Disneyland Hotel - Fantasy Tower)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY Lola! You are the most gorgeous woman I know (inside and out). “I love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my mommy you’ll be”💕
I write this with a heavy heart, and what seems like an impending doom. It started last week… For so long, the dreams were gone, and its seems like with a vengeance they have been place, ever so sweetly, in my sleep again. Let me back track for a second, and fill everyone in, shall I?
There’s was this, miserable time I suffered from rough bouts of insomnia, and when I actually was able to sleep, I would have these “dreams”. I say dreams like that because, they were more like nightmares. Situations would unfold over and over again, the same person stood ground in these scenarios, I would wake at the point of screaming, crying and sweating. I would have more than welcome Freddie Kruger in my dreams, than the monster who took center stage. This time in my life, was more than rough. Most people take to sleeping when things start to go wrong, but what was I to do when sleep was what triggered my nightmares. Laced in my blog are stories about these restless nights, and terrible stories that would happen to me as I slept (go back in my blog if you really want to know more). As time went on, and I dealt with the source of these dreams, my nights of restlessness started to thin out. Sleep was slowly happening again, and these “dreams” just poofed and disappeared. I felt like I finally had overcome everything. I’ve been clean of these dreams for about two years, but last week they came back and like I said haven’t let me sleep for a bit…
I had a inclination that a situation I dealt with last week would provoke some feelings. Especially when I got home and curled into bed and wept myself to sleep. I never do that. Or at least I haven’t in an EXTREMELY long time. However some feelings we’re definitely brought back to the forefront of my life, and that night as I drift between sleep and tears, a nightmare started to unfold. The monster is always the same, although the scenarios may be different. Most of the time the monster is trying to get me to get my feelings out. This is certainly not easy for me because I killed all feelings based on this monster, a very long time ago and to have them pretend to surface, really ends up killing me. So since last week I’ve been dealing with these dumb dreams, because they are back.
Last night, however, the dream more weird-ed me out and made me wake with a start. It had to do with my teeth falling out. I was in the back seat of a car, with people I don’t know in real life, but are radio personalities for a station here in LA. As the dream progressed, I started coughing and out of my mouth a white jagged square fell into my hand. I look down and see it’s half of a tooth. I try to laugh it off, but in the back of my head my thoughts are on how I’m going to explain this to my parents, and my tongue is brushing every one of my teeth looking for that missing space. I pull out a compact mirror and begin checking, when everyone in the car with me tells me that they can’t see where my missing tooth is from, and then I realize it’s one of my bottom teeth but only a shell of it at first. I tell everyone and then cough yet again and spit something out, there in my hand lies the whole tooth. I immediately woke up, and ran into the bathroom this time it felt real, but when I did a full inspection all my teeth seemed in tact and quiet perfect like usual. Nonetheless I couldn’t shake the dream…
When I finally got some down time to look up what this toothy situation meant, I found out that when we dream about teeth falling out it’s a symbol of our worries and anxieties that surround us in our life and not being in control of them. Stress about your job, stress about looking older and lacking control specifically. It directs us to look and see if we’ve been taking care of ourselves lately. What’s missing in my life right now, have I been too worried or busy to realize something is up with myself? This realization in and of it’s self made me stop and start to figure out whats going on…
Yes I’ve been busy, since I’ve gotten back on January 1, I have not stopped. For real! Most people are like yeah, that’s an exaggeration. But the truth is the first two weeks of being back here I didn’t go to bed before 2 am. Then last week happened and I thought for a hot second I had the flu (which I didn’t - thank God!) and this week has just been as busy. Maybe this is my calling to slow down, and take a night (or a few off). Whatever it is I hope the dreams stop and I hope I keep all my teeth.
Love && Loose Tooth,
-ber.
In the world we live in today, I feel like dates, or to be asked on a date usually result in the same scenerio: dinner or movies. But to be asked to go to your favorite museum in L.A., eek, well it’s so close to perfect that well it immediately made me smile. To maybe top of the perfectness well an exhibit by Stanley Kubrick was making an appearance…
There’s no question that the LACMA is easily one of my favorite places in Los Angeles. I’ve probably blogged about that place a billion and one times and have at least told everyone and their mothers why, so we don’t need to go down that garden path. However I will share how I completely geeked out to Kubrick…
This in fact was my third date, with the architect. I was beyond smitten that he asked if we could go to the LACMA for Kubrick. Because it was a third date, I’m was still trying to appear a little cool, so that four date may happen, however the minute I walked up to the LACMA, I was completely heart pounding, pulse racing excited. I, like usual, was running late but what I found out was that so was the architect, so it worked. We got in line to get tickets for the exhibit, and briefed our days to each other. Then it was time for the magic that is Kubrick to unfold. So we walked in and got a laugh about the security door gentlemen, and then I held my breath because like I said before, I didn’t want to blow my cool demeanor, but every little bit of me was screaming with excitement. I probably would have skipped in but well I try to save my skipping for at least date 5 or 6 (where you know they really dig ya)! A new little venture me for has been exploring the world of producing. My roomie is a director and well we kinda like to share projects and get ideas off of each other, and kinda hit it off creatively. When he suggested, because he saw how crazy organized I am, I get into producing. So I began co-producing, and learning the ropes. Finally this past October I got the joy and madness of producing my first music video. Yes this whole tangent has relevance in my story! At the Kubrick exhibit the first thing I saw was the wall of all these scripts that Stanley wrote over made notes, made corrections, added and subtracted. It made me so excited because that’s exactly what I do to my projects, the scripts that cross my desk.
Lets get to the knitty gritty, my all time favorite Kubrick movie is ’ The Shining’. After I saw that movie I left my room for a glass of water, returned to my room and watched it again. I was stunned, and taken a back and just had to watch the madness all over. So let me tell you how amazing it was to see the real costumes, and the props from the movie. Then to see how specific Kubrick was in his notes, made me want to strive for that perfect he showed. Let me tell you how specific his notes were for the snow… CRAZY specific.
I really fell in love with all the costume drawings, the story boards, and the set design. That stuff, ugh! totally got to me. I really could probably go back and look at each drawing for hours. It’s funny because I took no pictures of the drawings, sketches, and such because I was completely and utterly wrapped up, I really forgot. So in the moment that I just wanted to enjoy each sketch.
I know I’m not doing the exhibit justice at all, and maybe that’s because the only way to truly enjoy is by actually going and seeing it for yourself, for the time that its here. After the exhibit, I made the architect stroll through the “spaghetti” (it’s this crazy installation of yellow tubing) I feel like you can’t go to the LACMA without walking through the spaghetti. The architect indulged me. After our walk through the spaghetti we hit up ‘Stark Bar’, and had some great drinks and food. I really enjoyed this amazing butternut squash soup, I wish I really could drink my way out of a room of it, because it was phenomenal. Lately I’ve been drinking gin, too. I feel like it’s extremely old school, and the drink I got that night was the ‘Ginger Rodgers’. Frankly anything old Hollywood hits me in a special spot.
It really was a breath-taking day, into night. If you get the chance, I’d most certainly say check out Kubrick, spend a day at the LACMA, hey you should even skip through the spaghetti :)
Love && Movies,
-ber.
