Horchata Forever | San Antonio

I needed this trip to San Antonio. It was the first trip in a while where I decided to go wander around by myself, just my camera and I. It fed a little part of me that I forget about sometimes. I used to walk around my neighborhood in college with my camera and just take photos of flowers and old cars when I needed a study break. It’s always been calming, meditative, an exercise in acknowledging all the beauty around me. I’ve said this before, but these are the kinds of blogposts that I want to have more of. A mixture of fashion and place. I am currently so tired from yet another day like this one in Texas, this time in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. I am going to call it a night but stay tuned for those photos + photos from Palm Beach, Florida from last week. I hope you’re all having a wonderful start to the week.

Cowboy, Take Me Away

jeans - princess polly | top - vintage from my mamma | sneakers - new balance

Hi babes, I am in midtown Manhattan, about to walk a few blocks north to my first Afro-Brazilian dance class since before the pandemic. I have been trying to get to this class for about a month but have always been working Sundays. Today is my day! I was feeling a bit peckish so I went and grabbed a fancy turmeric latte from a cafe down the street. The scene is vibrant with everyone still in their halloween costumes from last night or newly dressed up for some festivities today. These photos were from a day I spent in Midland, Texas. I firmly believe that you can find beauty everywhere, and I love putting that to the test in some of these small, sleepy towns. I passed by this mural without my camera and made sure to come back and take full advantage of the backdrop. I’ve been seeing so many cowboy boots in NY lately and kind of wish I was rocking some in these photos, but maybe the blue city girl vibe is a nice contrast with the warm-toned, dusty cowboy vibe. Everything is as it’s supposed to be of course. I am kicking myself slightly however for getting rid of my cowgirl boots when I moved back to Brazil. I swear I regret whenever I get rid of clothes haha, unless they are ill-fitting or uncomfortable. Time to head to class!

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Oi querida! Estou no centro de Manhattan, prestes a caminhar alguns quarteirões ao norte para minha primeira aula de dança afro-brasileira desde antes da pandemia. Estou tentando chegar a essa classe há cerca de um mês, mas sempre trabalhei aos domingos. Hoje é meu dia! Eu estava sentindo um pouco de fome, então fui e peguei um café com leite de açafrão chique em um café na rua. A cena é vibrante com todos ainda em suas fantasias de halloween da noite passada ou recém-vestidos para algumas festividades de hoje. Essas fotos são de um dia que passei em Midland, Texas. Acredito firmemente que você pode encontrar beleza em todos os lugares, e adoro colocar isso à prova em algumas dessas cidades pequenas e sonolentas. Passei por este mural sem minha câmera e fiz questão de voltar e aproveitar ao máximo o cenário. Tenho visto tantas botas de cowboy em NY ultimamente e meio que gostaria de estar usando algumas nessas fotos, mas talvez a vibração de garota da cidade azul seja um bom contraste com a vibração de cowboy em tons quentes e empoeirados. Tudo está como deveria ser, é claro. No entanto, estou me chutando um pouco por me livrar das minhas botas de cowgirl quando voltei para o Brasil. Juro que me arrependo sempre que me desfaço de roupas haha, a menos que caiam mal ou sejam desconfortáveis. É hora de ir para a aula!

bjs

Mariamma