Psychedelic Dreams and Sunny Days

Sometimes things are rough, sometimes you end up feeling like you’re in a Woodstock nirvana. Although this December has been unseasonably warm (and people still don’t believe in climate change!), Ivory and I used it to our advantage the other day when we decided to team up with my sister and make some magic.  We found inspiration in photos of face paint from Woodstock and decided the best route to take was to dress up in some 70’s garb, grab some flowers and take photos. The sun was warm and kissing along our cheeks, and there was the slightest breeze. There was one point where I was posing, eyes closed, breathing in the winter air and just felt it. Bliss. Have you ever felt like universe is just cradling you in its palm? That’s what it felt like.  1I think my favorite part about these photos is that they ended up looking like engagement photos or Ivory and I.  Although she’s my best friend and not my fiance, I am so beyond grateful for this beaut. She is just as ethereal on the inside as she is on the outside, and she has such a gift for finding vintage clothing and giving it a new life, I mean, look at these pieces! The icing on the cake was that my friend Cory tagged along and that Alexandra took these photos. So thankful for weirdos who get me. 3 467812131816171514 Vintage dress and slip (on Ivory) and jumpsuit (on me) : Forgotten Feather Vintage/ Necklace (on Ivory): Fossil and Hide / Poncho: Thrifted Sisters/ Shoes: Free People

All photos by my amazing twin Alexandra Herstik (@alexyael)

Happy Tuesday!
XXX
Gabriela

 

Leather and Tangerines

It’s nothing new; keeping it sweet on the surface and twisted and dark underneath. But who’s to say she can’t swap the roles? Maybe for once she can be clementine sweet underneath her leather exterior. Vulnerable and passionate, her mask is as thin as the paper she puts her citrus fruit in. She was never one to follow the leader, always dancing to herself and smiling, smirking, listening, learning. She took what she heard and what she saw and wore it on her skin, taking the deeper meaning and storing it away in a box in the deepest crevice of her soul that even she didn’t have the key to. She plays to no man”s rules, citing the devil as a fashion influence  and laughing dismally as people compliment her on her sugary sweet interior. She knows no man’s games, lives in no man’s land and sings to no man’s melody. She is what she wants because it’s everything they tell her not to be. Her sultry surface is no comparison to the hidden pearls of light she hides underneath. She may not glow on the surface, but there’s a reason she glows underneath.