Letters

“A real love letter is made of insight, understanding, and compassion. Otherwise it's not a love letter. A true love letter can produce a transformation in the other person, and therefore in the world. But before it produces a transformation in the other person, it has to produce a transformation within us. Some letters may take the whole of our lifetime to write.” 

~Thich Nhat Hanh

Live Your Life

life requires a bit of effort, you get what you put into it. laugh when your happy, frown when your sad, dont be afraid to let the teardrops fall, soak it all in, dance to the beat of your heart.

when love knocks on your door, let it in.. dont be afraid to take a risk, cherish your friends, theres a reason they are there. 

play in the rain & swim in the ocean, accept that your heart will get broken, once.. twice, or a 1000 times and you will love again.

sing in the shower and dance in the mirror, roll the windows down and let the wind blow your hair, makes mistakes, dont regret them. 

realize there is no such thing as MR RIGHT or MS RIGHT, but if someone loves you, let them. They wont be a knight in shining armor, or a princess to be rescued, he/she wont sweep you off your feet, but they will catch you when you fall.. they're not supposed to make you happy, they're supposed to make you happier.. find happiness in yourself. its there if you look for it. 

Take lots of pictures with lots of goofy faces, eat popsicles & read the jokes on the stick. LIVE YOUR LIFE to make you smile and to make it worth while, cherish the moments you have because one day it'll be GONE.

~ unknown 

Style Icon: 7 portraits by Helmut Newton

The photography of Helmut Newton has little to no concern with picturing everyday reality. His fashion and portrait photographs that have cemented his global reputation are unsettling, disturbing and controversial. It is through his vision they succeed in provoking and stimulating people to react.

Style Icon: 7 portraits by Helmut Newton

Are you familiar with Helmut Newton?

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Wrap

Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come... The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future. 

~ Audrey Hepburn

Sometimes we get so wrapped up in life that we forget to enjoy ourselves. This is one of my favorite quotes from Audrey reminding us to enjoy the moment. 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Fingerprints

A kiss is one of a kind, no matter who you are kissing. It's unique as your lips are to your face. Very much like fingers no one has the same lips. Here's a new 300 from that wet series I've yet to rename that will be out next month.

When was your last first kiss? 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Fingerprints 

Fingerprints.

The touch of his fingers on my lips leaves them behind only to be wiped away with his mouth kissing mine. The warm caress ofhis hand on the back of my neck sends shivers down my spine. The cool summer rain splashes all around us leaving our bodies wet and ripe with electricity. The water hangs on my mouth between the touch of his fingers and his kisses. 

Curiously I let my fingers trace patterns up his torso and across his water soaked chest. The trail of hair on his body welcomes my hands and imprints of love. With each kiss there’s a swallow of water between us. The taste of our love lingers for only a moment with each passionate release. Eagerly as he pulls me closer, he gently moves his hands around my body, leaving his fingerprints of love along my frame. 

The splashing rain all around us reminds me of the shower as it bombards our intertwined bodies. The wet sand cools our skin that is very much alive with heat. As he moves his kisses are more tenderly placed; moving down my neck and breasts before returning to my mouth. I can taste his desire as much as I can feel it in his kiss. Moving my hands up his chest, I hold his face to pull him back. Letting the water spill over his face I touch his mouth. My fingerprints linger before I kiss them away. His hands continue tracing the skin around my back as I move my hands back along his chest. The rain slows as do our kisses until they cease. Looking into my eyes, he lets go slowly letting his hands make their way along my torso tracing my breasts before caressing my lips and leaving his fingerprints.