Last week, I was in the photo-taking mood so I convinced my photographer friend into capturing me in this abandoned area of Atlanta. I have a thing for blank spaces; leaving the subject to create their own art. Sidebar: the place I was imagining was not the place that I ended at, unfortunately. But it was still a beautiful desolate location. Abandoned railroad tracks down a mysterious path…I’m pretty sure that route was a popular one for slaves. I gotta do more research. Lol.
Everything didn’t go as planned and we got eaten alive by mosquitos but it was fun creating this.
Earlier this week, I had the opportunity to do a mini shoot with the wonderful gals at So Worth Loving. I simply love this brand because their messages of self empowerment and worth is such a relatable subject for our generation. Encouraging people to share their stories and not to be ashamed of who they are is significant. This brand is founded on transparency and you all KNOW how much I love that.
When I finally got a chance to meet Eryn a few months ago in person, I let her know I was willing to support in any way possible. So when she reached out to me about this, I was ecstatic! I love love love being a part of powerful movements. I love supporting people doing meaningful things. And y’all know how much I want to be a model. Listen, speak those things, lol.
All work and no play make for a very overwhelmed and uninspired Lucy Pearl. Equipped with a laundry list of things to do and see, I decided to take an impromptu midweek trip to Savannah, Georgia for a few hours. I was craving time to recharge and to appreciate life.
Due to time constraints, I wouldn’t realistically have been able to appreciate everything Savannah had to offer but I made the most of my trip. I ate and did my share of sight-seeing and people-watching. That was more than enough.
About three months ago, I stopped talking to someone very dear to me. When evening came and I attempted to sleep, my heart began to race. You know, like I just ran a marathon or was about to be approached by zombies. Of course neither of those situations were the case.
It hit me: I just stopped talking to the only person I’ve remained in constant contact with.
Last weekend, a good friend of mine had her baby presented at church. It’s still pretty weird to see people my age doing grown up things. Everyone is getting married and having babies and all I want to ask is, “What are you doing? Don’t you have homework to do or something?” It was just yesterday that we were 16. Like, you can’t really be responsible enough for marriage and babies yet. But they are. And although I’m not in that space to be responsible of someone else’s life or heart, I can still admire that there are people relishing in the beauty of family. A chosen family.
It’s quite embarrassing how long it’s been since my last post. Even more so that I rarely have outfit posts anymore. No lie, I want to toss my entire wardrobe in the trash. I’m craaaaving a whole new closet. More shoes, less clothes. More quality pieces. I know exactly what I want it to look like but, lack of funds. I am so poor man, lol.
In the heart of many culturally aware neighborhoods in Atlanta, you will discover numerous creatively decorated public buildings. A myriad of communities in Atlanta utilize blank building space to display their art. This art is used to promote and educate the people of Atlanta of street art. We can thank the awesome folks at Living Walls for that.
Yesterday, I giddily touched the steps where Carrie Bradshaw’s Manolo’s once gracefully sauntered upon. Nestled in New York’s West Village, 66 Perry Street is a sacred abode for tourist’s and faithful Sex and the City viewer’s. I could not leave without visiting the place Carrie wrote many a post for her column, perched at the windowsill.