Mountain Dew

I have not sat down and really tried to write a blogpost in a very long time. Being in grad school to become a therapist has meant reevaluating, reimagining my relationship with the internet. When I think of the Internet, capital “I,” I don’t have good associations. But my little corner of the internet, lowercase “i,” has been such a beautiful creative outlet. I originally started blogging because I loved photography and writing and I wanted a page I could curate that would be all my own. Facebook and Myspace were the only social media outlets at the time and bombarding people photos in their feeds felt a little annoying. A blog was somewhere separate people could seek out if they wanted to, but it was mostly for me. My first blog was called If My Fingers Were Feathers - a little phrase that came to me, sitting in my dome (iykyk - UC Davis) in college. I was going to create a podcast with the same name this year but I am unsure how to navigate sharing on the internet if I will have clients that can find me talking about whatever life experiences or opinions I might share there. While it is not mind-blowing that our therapists have lives of their own and I am not one to see what I can find about my own therapist, I know some people are more investigative. Photos are somewhat safe to me. You can imagine what this hike looked like, what happened before and after, how I felt with the mountain dew beneath my bare feet - all without me having to tell you anything. Even though there is more of your imagination involved and I am not setting the record straight, it feels safer. It’s not about me and my opinions, it’s about you and how the photos make you feel. It’s about art. And art will always be top of my priority list. Creating just feeds my soul and I’ll figure out what that looks like moving forward.

A Witchy Brunch

Today was a crisp autumn day. After waiting for Liv to wake up (a whopping 3.5 hours later than me) we headed to brunch. Our first attempt was my favorite restaurant in Brooklyn but the wait was going to be 45 minutes and we were much too hungry for that so we went down the street to a place that has great food and usually a good DJ. It didn’t disappoint and we sat amid the cobwebs and other Halloween decorations. We are off to a Halloween party tonight, dressed as William Turner and Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean. It will be fun to me makeup-less for the night (minus drawn on facial hair).

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Hoje foi um dia fresco de outono. Depois de esperar Liv acordar (3,5 horas depois de mim), fomos para o brunch. Nossa primeira tentativa foi meu restaurante favorito no Brooklyn, mas a espera seria de 45 minutos e estávamos com muita fome para isso, então descemos a rua até um lugar que tem boa comida e geralmente um bom DJ. Não decepcionou e sentamos em meio às teias de aranha e outras decorações de Halloween. Vamos para uma festa de Halloween esta noite, vestidos como William Turner e Jack Sparrow de Piratas do Caribe. Vai ser divertido para mim sem maquiagem durante a noite (menos os pelos faciais desenhados).

beijos

Mariamma

NYC Pride Parade 2023

Hiiii! Well, it’s almost a wrap on this lovely Pride Month. I am so glad I hauled my camera into Manhattan for the amazing Pride Parade this past Sunday. The vibes were immaculate ✨ Thank you to anyone who let me take their photo! As cheesy as it is, I feel so PROUD to be a part of this beautiful (and I mean beautiful!) community.

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Oiii! Bem, é quase o fim deste adorável Mês do Orgulho. Estou tão feliz por ter levado minha câmera para Manhattan para a incrível Parada do Orgulho no último domingo. As vibrações foram imaculadas ✨ Obrigado a quem me deixou tirar sua foto! Por mais cafona que seja, sinto-me tão ORGULHOSA de fazer parte dessa comunidade linda (realmente linda!).

gay smooches

Mariamma