Allyinspires
Sometimes I get so much inspiration that I don’t know what to do with it…it just sits there and multiplies and festers upon itself until it gets so big and overwhelming that it turns into a blob of unproductiveness. My dreams dies there-on the spot. On the positive L’m glad to be blessed with so much inspiration in the first place. At least it keeps my mind gears turning and keeps my imagination excited. It’s just the follow up that I am still working on and trying to refine.
Visited the city recently and met up with Ryan Chua and it was v. fun! V. fun v. fun. By city, I’m referring to San Francisco, home of the ice cream houses and rolling hill-streets. I actually used to live in San Francisco. Back when I was much younger, I used to feel really strong nostalgia when seeing certain parts of San Francisco that I must have subconsciously recognized from my early childhood. Most of that is gone now though, I’ve gone so often through my high schools years to adventure with friends and embark on photoshoots as well. I never considered San Francisco and other parts of the Bay area as very familiar until I left to Los Angeles for school, and now when I visit the first thought that comes to mind is “home! I’m home.” Interesting.
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I’ve been feeling an increasing pressure these days to grow up
to define myself
to achieve independence
The challenge is certainly fun at times, but most of the time it’s stifling because there’s a quality to the essence of youth that I’m addicted to. If I could, I would be a naive and carefree child for the rest of my being. I’m in love with the idea of no responsibility, because that means all the time in the world to explore my surroundings and chase my creative visions. I can sit in my minds garden in a white sundress and happily water the sprouts. I’m in love with that thought of sitting in a field, with the blue sky around, listening to music and feeling as if time is inconsequential. But slowly, we must to learn balance
…If there’s one place I’m always down to go to, it’s the city. I love being in the city, most big metropolitan downtowns. I really believe that places like the city can fuel my dreams, and the dreams of many people. I love to see the store fronts of high end designers, I love the display of the clothing and the art and the glamour that the scene encompasses. I don’t know my exact relation to these kinds of window displayed scenes, but they’re inspiring just the same. Steps sound louder and stronger against the cement, buildings are taller and bigger, the potential feels like a blanket around you.
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