A view at some of my favorite E.J. Bellocq photographs, which were taken around 1912 in Storyville, Louisiana. The subjects of these photographs are known to be prostitutes and out of work actresses around this time. My favorite part of these images is that some have been scratched off, unknown by who, adding a mystery aspect to the entire thing. I am so lucky to have found this book because it is a giant source of inspiration to me, in my personal life, my artwork and my own photography. Although I don’t shoot film, I do love the look and feel of it.
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in 2015 I began designing dreamy inspired shirts, with quotes related to my personal passions; novels, art, etc and after a year and a half I am going to be making the transition from having our own online shop http://www.thecreamystudio.com to implementing only my most favorite designs into my personal shop http://www.jocievalencia.bigcartel. This change comes at an important part in my life, where I have grown tired of being stretched thin in various directions. Having my Creamy line now only exclusively sold through my personal shop allows me to have a more personal connection with the line. For those loyal followers and customers, Creamy was definitely one of my very important babies, and without you we wouldn’t have gotten to this point, however in an effort to keep things a bit more indie, simple, and personal, hand picked items from my Creamy collections will only be sold through me personally.
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“In the desolate depths of a perilous place
the bogeyman lurks, with a snarl on his face.
Never dare, never dare to approach his dark lair
for he’s waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.
He skulks in the shadows, relentless and wild
in his search for a tender, delectable child.
With his steely sharp claws and his slavering jaws
oh he’s waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.
Many have entered his dreary domain
but not even one has been heard from again.
They no doubt made a feast for the butchering beast
and he’s waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.
In that sulphurous, sunless and sinister place
he’ll crumple your bones in his bogey embrace.
Never never go near if you hold your life dear,
for oh! . . . what he’ll do . . . when he gets you!”
-The Bogeyman- Jack Prelutsky
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As I allowed myself to become consumed by vintage films, photographs and the like, I found myself really dreading my way too long locks and just couldn’t help but feel envious over the silent film stars of the past. Now, i had grown my hair out with vintage style intentions, but my very hectic mom life proved that it was just far too difficult to actually keep up that look, and my hair spent most of the last 2 years in a very ugly bun. Not the least stylish at all. I don’t know if it was impulse, or the new year vibes or just months of hating my frizzy, tangled nest on my head, but I said I am doing this. I literally walked across the street minutes after and had it all chopped off. I went through the periods of grief, denial, regret, depression…but now here we are 3 days later and I actually feel like this was the perfect way to begin my year. Whether I will keep it is unsure, but I do feel like this was the best thing I could have done for my self esteem. Long hair can feel like a security blanket, and I did tell myself I was going to stop being a comfortable baby this year.
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