the one that got away

They say that feeling of that one love affair that existed in your life, the one that gave you shivers down your spine, the one that gave you butterflies (and still does) in your tummy, the one that you dreamt of every night, the one you shed tears over, will never go away. 

Mine has lasted over a decade. 

And will never cease to fade.

The only difference is that my love affair was not one with a boy but one with New York. It was short and sweet. It took my breath away. It caused my heart to palpitate in ways I could never have imagined. It gave me chills when I breathed in its life. It broke my heart fourteen years ago when I knew i wouldn't be back. That one relationship I can't let go of, the one that holds my heart in an unimaginable grasp.

The one that got away.

{image via Jessica Illustration}

{NYC sketches via Robert Scholten}

the contagious vibe of creativity

"so the real cool shit is, when people aren't looking at you, you know, like when nobody is looking, when the cameras are off... what you are made of when you are by yourself.... that is, kinda like the essence of cool for me...."

"this is right....."

                         "that feels right for me"

Oh, the contagiousness of the creatives.

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INFLUENCERS is a short documentary that explores what it means to be an influencer and how trends and creativity become contagious today in music, fashion and entertainment.

The film attempts to understand the essence of influence, what makes a person influential without taking a statistical or metric approach.

Written and Directed by Paul Rojanathara and Davis Johnson, the film is a Polaroid snapshot of New York influential creatives (advertising, design, fashion and entertainment) who are shaping today's pop culture.

"Influencers" belongs to the new generation of short films, webdocs, which combine the documentary style and the online experience.

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dreams that never passed by

" We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
  As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky
Caught up in the whole illusion
That dreams never pass us by
Came to a tattoed conclusion
That the big one was knocking on the door
What started as a mass delusion
Would take me far from the place I adore ..... "

There was once a time where New York called my name. Its bright shiny lights

flickered with compelling notions, luring me with its fire. Its busy streets hummed

with a silenced noise, a constant drum of motion that beat through me, ricocheted

through me. The city grasped me into its splendour, its charm; it captivated me with

its secret potion.

I think I would have lived in a loft. I would have had facebrick exposed walls and

rustic wood floor paneling, uneven and unfinished. I would have had extra large

windows willowing with white sheer curtains and a fire escape outside where I

could have sat and watched the city's buzz ignite below me. Perhaps I would have

had mismatched vintage furniture that I would have rummaged through in one

of Brooklyn's flea markets. I would have had my easel set up in one corner by one

of my very large windows. And maybe I could have also had a reading corner

by the heating, with sunshine pouring into my living room as the winter blew its

freezing wind.

Perhaps I would have had this all. But I didn't.

So this is all a dream that I still dream of, a dream that I still hold in the palm of

my hands, a dream that I know I almost had. 

But it's okay. I like to dream, even if they never pass me by.

     

Photos courtesy of desire to inspire.

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