august/september 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The Republica Update/I Am White
I am white.
It is painful for me to admit, but it is time I came clean. I was raised, for the most part, in white suburbia along with friends who came from homes with similar economic situations and ancestry with similar cocktails of European blood.
The reason I make note of this is that, despite the fact that I grew up in an analogous environment, fraught with middle class ignorance and small town aspirations, my parents somehow aided in my ability to break free of my pedestrian upbringing and be open to new experiences and new people. No small feat for a girl who could name the black kids she went to school with.
Most everyone I know has experienced some sort of discrimination. Many believe that being a white kid from the suburbs makes you immune to such scrutiny, but it most certainly does not. In college my co-workers paid no mind to the fact that I too was sweating my ass off and taking all of the double shifts I could handle because they were under the assumption that my daddy paid for everything. An assumption made all the more humorous when you actually know the man that (with my mother) gave me life. At first I was offended, and then became indifferent. (Read More)
august 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
3000 miles in 72 hours
I went home last weekend for a wedding and my Trentenera Part II. The trip was brief, but well worth it. Each time I go home I not only question why I left, but am more certain in the fact that the best people I have ever and will ever know, remain there.
august 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The Republica Update/Do I Have To Hop On The Baby Train?
I am not a mother and although I will admit to the increasing frequency with which my uterus aches at the site of chubby cheeks and tiny tennis shoes, I am not sure I ever will be. I am maternal no doubt, and with a dozen stints as a bridesmaid under my belt and a rapid increase in my unofficial aunt hood status one would think the next logical step would be to get myself knocked up. With my peer group immersing itself in the world of procreation I often am left to wonder if I should be hopping on the baby train?
When I was a little girl I either played school with my girlfriends, where I was the teacher and therefore the boss, or passively played GI Joes with the little boy in my neighborhood who’s inherent ability to make gun and explosion noises always left me green with envy. Sure, I had a couple of dolls that I tossed about, but playing Mommy to Bianca, my Cabbage Patch Kid, never really occurred to me.
For years, I fancied myself a tomboy. To be perfectly frank, I still do and although I have traded in my baggy jeans and boxer shorts for leggings and wedges the ultimate embodiment of becoming a woman, motherhood, is still just a theory for me. Being a mom is something grownups do when they have mortgages and lower back pain. Sure I pay rent and have a bad ankle and cannot deny the fact that I too am aging, with stray greys sprouting up as reminders of time passing, but I am not that grown up? With my own mother still asserting her parental rights over me, I certainly do not yet feel ready to be a mother myself. (Read More)
august 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
The Republica Update/A New Found Respect for Couples
For most of my nearly 30 years on the planet, I have been singing the praises of the single life. Its not that I don't understand the human condition of wanting to be loved, and its not that I inherently think relationships are bad, its just that I come from a broken home and was raised in the Spice Girls era of girl power, so the need for a partner never really occurred to me. I often tell the tale of listening to Boys II Men’s meaningful slow jam ‘End of the Road’ as a girl and my mother insisting that no one ever “belongs” to me and I am never to “belong” to anyone else. Mom clearly wasn’t feeling Wanye’s Cooleyhighharmony. I, in turn, have always viewed the desire or requirement of a companion as a weakness.
I considered my autonomy one of my more favorable attributes, indicating strength and self-reliance. I thought I was taking the more arduous and stoic route. Man, was I wrong. (Read More)
july 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
lets clique
there is a new dating site called clique in the nyc area that functions like a linkedin for lovers. i had the distinct pleasure of shooting their latest campaign as seen below. i encourage all of the single ladies (and men) to sign up. only catch, you have to be introduced, so do some research and make a love connection...
july 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
waiting for tego
stereotypically musicians, and dominicans, are not known for thier punctuality. last thursday raggaeton sensation tego calderon proved both of those to be true. nearly 3 hours late, i did not get to homeboy perform, i did get to take a few shots, while waiting for tego
july 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
be heard. literally.
i had the distinct honor of partaking in a dialogue about photography uptown last night on the voices of uptown radio show with carolina pichardo and claudio e. cabrera.
claudio, one of the hosts, clearly has the voice for radio.
i will stick with my day job.
claudio, one of the hosts, clearly has the voice for radio.
i will stick with my day job.
july 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
The Republica Update/Frienemies With My Ego
I have made it a point in my life to stay in touch with lovers from the past. I use the word lover loosely, as the level of intimacy I achieved with any of these men runs the gambit. For the most part, this has been a pleasurable experience, maintaining the connection I felt at some point but creating a less complicated relationship with limited expectations.
This does not seem to be standard practice and recently I have started to see why. It seems no matter how evolved or disinterested you think you are, the inevitable feelings of ickiness come creeping up. It was during a recent bout with ickniess that I had to take a moment, look myself in the mirror, and decide whether it was genuine emotion spurring these feelings, or simply ego. Our egos seem to get in the way of the decision making process from time to time and, as I get older, I learn to pause and evaluate it’s intrusion before taking action.
I am not arrogant or self-involved, however, I like most human beings am subject to the proverbial bruising of my ego. I find that since I seem hell bent on making my life as difficult as possible, this injury is often self-inflicted, making it all the more painful and frustrating. I am well versed at taking my lumps but that doesn’t make it any more awesome. It still sucks to do something foolish or stupid or downright mean and then have to own up to it. But alas… (Read More)
July 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
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