I love a good coffee shop crush. You know when you go to a coffee shop/ cafe/ restaurant alone and you sit down to have a snack, but then see a snack (a good looking person). Especially on a bright warm day when you’re sitting outside as the sunny just gently warms your legs while the shadow falls on the rest of you, and can hear the birds flutter past you or an a cold rainy day when you quickly dash into the first coffee shop you see to avoid getting drenched.
At first you make the initial eye contact as you get situated, and then while in between glancing at the menu you glance up at them and make eye contact, and one moment after another you begin to wonder what they are like. Are they funny? Are they in a relationship? Is it their lunch break? Is what they ordered good? Do they like their coffee with milk or just sugar? Do they come here often?
While you’re waiting for your food this initial eye contact begins to create a story and a quick little cat and mouse chase. You look up they’re looking at you, but who will be the one to look away first? Maybe what catches your eye is a friendly smile or soft eyes or maybe they remind you of someone you knew another lifetime ago or maybe when they walked in they had that energy that just commands the rooms attention. It is always something, something that catches your eye compared to every other person in the room.
While so absolutely harmless, it never moves past more than a wink or a smile, it is so playful and reminiscent of a good song, short and sweet. Coffee shop crushes can be just as sweet as your latte and chocolate croissant, as you take a quick break from your everyday life to let your mind wander with the eyes of a stranger while your imagination runs.
And all this lasts the perfect amount of time, just one cup of coffee and a chocolate croissant. And when you get up to leave, and carry on with the rest of your day, you look back just once more, and as your eyes meet, for a subtle goodbye.
Is it cliché if...The person living here, works in tech, throws a killer 4th of July party, and while they have plenty friends and tons to do on the weekends, they often finds themselves up at 1am alone. They're not lonely per say, but will feel alone at times. Because when it comes to matters of the heart they always held back. They never got married, and never had kids, has two dogs though. While they still stands by their decision to rather ruin their couch with dogs, than their life with kids, they sometimes do think back and wishes they got married. There was every only one person they would have married, and while looking back they blames it on the timing, they knows it was really them who refused to grow up, and always assumed they'd find another. They don't let those thoughts marinate for long, but rather pushes them back in their mind, and sends a text, "you up?" And waits for the text bubbles to pop up.
I want to be softer with myself, and my soul.
Thoughts are soul food, and I need to start learning to eat better.
While it's always sunny in Southern California, nothing makes the day feel a little brighter than an impromptu shoot.
Plus, no better way to christen the new house than with a housewarming party and a photo shoot.
I've been listening to a ton of Otis Redding lately, and truthfully I don't know how I got here. I've always known of him as a artist, but I have finally gotten around to listening to most of his discography, and man oh man he just speaks to the soul. I am currently loving on "Try A Little Tenderness" I could replay this song all night long.
I love how it starts off so soft and "tender," but then builds up to this soulful groove that just makes you want to move , and that's kind of the relationship I have with myself. It changes from day to day, and while some days I wake up feeling myself and grooving from the moment I open my eyes, but other days it takes a little love and build up to get there. Overall I want to be softer on myself, mainly with my thoughts. I think it is import to be cautious of your thoughts and too not be too hard on ourselves. My dad always makes the case to tell me that if someone else was as hard on me as I am on myself I would have cut ties with them ages ago, and it's true, so why can't I break my own bad habit?
All photos by rooms: Emily Boffeli
But I'm working on it, and as silly as it might sound, but the one thing that works best to break those thoughts is putting on a good song, lately being a Redding, and choreographing a dance to it in my head. Dance has always been my absolute euphoria and even the thought of it lets me feel as free and soft as actually breaking out in a good groove.
So here's to more tenderness and some good grooves!
Momma and I landed at Miami International Airport this day today, 20 years ago. Wild. Time as a concept is funny because looking back it has flown by, but I know there are some moments that looking back felt like they were going to last forever, high school, and there are some moments where I swear I can put myself back into and relive through my memories. Even some smells will place me in a specific time, location, or with a certain person.
Looking back I can't imagine what thoughts were going through my head the moment this photo was taken. Maybe the bottoms of the flowers really were all that consumed my thoughts then. Maybe there was a little fear, I imagine there would be, but I honestly couldn't imagine my life growing up anywhere else. How different would it have been. Who would have been my best friends? my lovers? my heartbreaks? where would I have traveled?
I think we often live our life in hindsight looking back, and I think that is when we have the most clarity. Often times in the moment we get clouded with thoughts and emotions that distract ourselves from truly enjoying life. In hindsight we can always look back and realize how great that experience was. I want to get better at enjoying the moment in the present rather than when I look back in hindsight.
So here is to the next 20!
Also, can I bring back the vest? thoughts?
There's no party like a housewarming party.
Pop the champagne, and don't mind if I do because I am officially moved out of my studio, and living large in a 4/3 house. I need to post some photos because the place is a beauty. I'm convinced all of our families could come to visit and stay in the house, and it would be all groovy.
We all got to celebrate yesterday with some of our favorite LA homies, some of who we have known for years others we have just met, and it honestly went as smoothly as four 23/24's having a housewarming party could. You know a few champagne spills here and there, but nothing on the couch (hallelujah, hallelujah! )
We call ourselves the Cheetah Girls, and we have arrived to East Hollywood! But seriously, the house is beautiful, my roommates are dope (none pictured), my favorite roommate is Lexi though, she four legged and gives tons of love, and we even have a cute little garden, so LA millennial of us.
A glimpse into my ever changing life through the words I've typed.