Little Nook

Words & Photography
by Jocelyn Lawson



This little nook in the living room is always waiting with open arms,
beckoning me to take a nap in this comfy chaise.

Wonderful Quote

Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy.

Others think love can be measured in bunches of flowers,

or by using the words 'for ever.'

But love can only truly be measured by actions.

It can be a small thing, such as peeling an orange for a person you love

because you know they don't like doing it.

- Marian Keyes

[Photography by Jenieva Marie]

Vermont

Words & Photography
by Karla Ceci Perez



Too many coffees and one sunrise later, and we're finally in Vermont surrounded by
all the wild, wild winter beauty and quiet and beers our hearts could desire.
We're sweet on ya already, Vermont.

Forever Home

Words & Photography
by Amanda Nolan Booker





It’s spring again. The daffodils are in full bloom; their perfume fills my head and makes me grow fond of everything. This pale Spring light has brightened the walls of my house, leaving only traces of winter’s darkness in corners. And I’m in love. This is my home.

This pale Spring light has brightened the walls of my house, leaving only traces of winter’s darkness in corners. And I’m in love.

But home is a shapeless thing. It changes form more frequently than the seasons. Today it’s a place to lay my head. Tomorrow it may be the loyalty of a friend. Walls cannot contain it. It could be a job offer, a shared laugh, a good cry, a new favorite song on repeat for hours and hours.

You'll find me there. I could stay one hundred years, or more.

Just Because You Are Young

Words & Photography
by Piper Bailey



Just because you are young,
doesn't mean you can't do great things.

Redbird

Words & Photography
by Amee Kim





Outside the deconstructed gates of downtown LA's Vibiana Cathedral, Redbird opens its doors. With a menu of delicious dishes like Rabbitchetta cooked by Top Chef Master Neal Fraser and crew, a yummy cocktail selection and modern yet comforting decor, Redbird is as good as it gets in fine dining.

Redbird //
114 E. 2nd St.
Los Angeles, CA 90012

Perfection

Words & Photography
by Alexandra Wallace

My generation throws this word around a little too loosely, but I think it's the only fitting description...

Yesterday evening, just as the sun was going down, I was standing in the kitchen chopping carrots for dinner, and could hear Chris playing guitar in the other room, and outside the window I could see the sunset light hitting everything juuuust right.

My generation throws this word around a little too loosely, but I think it's the only fitting description: perfection.

With Music

Words & Photography
by Piyatat Primtongtrakul



With music, you can create something that no one's ever heard before.
You have music at your fingertips.

Me, Myself, & Home

Words & Photography
by Vanessa Schmidt

One day it can be spotless and put together, and the next it’s all in disarray.

My home is a place of order, and of chaos. One day it can be spotless and put together, and the next it’s all in disarray. With every new design idea there comes change. Tables are moved aside, rugs are rolled up, and foliage cover surfaces.

Home is ever changing, and so am I.

Dreaming of a Bygone Era

Words & Photography
by Sarah Alchmist



I dream to be in a bygone era...in my home land when it was traditionally British inspired. When life was beautifully simple.

I dream to be in a bygone era...When life was beautifully simple.

The things that fills my heart are tradition, family, and living simply comfortable, always finding beauty in the mundane. If I had a choice, I'd choose that life over this material-filled, unmannerly lifestyle...

I could only imagine walking into a time machine...I could only dream...

Hands Like These

Words & Photography
by Abigail Green

Hands full of stories, and ancestry, and possibility. I see them and remember who I'm from.

Hands full of stories, and ancestry, and possibility. I see them and remember who I'm from. Mother hands — gentle & scarred — whispering of the prepared meals and wiped children tears. Father hands — calloused & sturdy— humming a melody of sacrifice and tree houses built.

Beginning a hashtag series on the buried brilliance in the hands of us all. Join in! #handslikethese

Lunch Cocktails

Words & Photography
by Jessica Fiorillo



Rosemary and jalapeño-infused lunch cocktails
are always a great way to start the week...

Sweet Weekend

Words & Photography
by Ashley Glass



Hello, March.
Today has looked like this:
Favorite pajamas, looking out the windows, snuggles, and lots and lots of laundry.
I wouldn't trade this sweet weekend for the world.

A Second Go Around

Words & Photography
by Jessica Perez



Last year was a roller coaster. The first year of business always is. Though this was my second go at starting a business.

The first time I started a photography business was 5 years ago, and quit shortly after. I was overwhelmed, burnt out and didn't know what the hell I was doing. I was alone. Isolating myself and my creativity, and never asked for help. Didn't join any blogs, communities, or photography events in fear of what others would say and think. Constantly fearing other photographers as a threat and competition. And I am afraid to say that it didn't last long before I threw in the towel. I didn't pick up a camera again for 2 and a half years...and I had almost forgotten what it felt like to shoot.

Though last year, I gave it another go. Terrified; I dove back in and tried this business once more. This time a bit differently...

I leaned into this amazing community of artists and I took a leap. And each day I learn something new.

I embraced my community. I reached out for help. I went to photography gatherings where nobody knew me. I joined forums. I harnessed the power of social media. I leaned into this amazing community of artists and I took a leap. And each day I learn something new. Each day I am humbled by the people around me. If I could personally thank everyone of you who inspired me, I would! But that would literally be impossible! So to everyone who liked a photo, sent an inspiring email, shared a pic, wrote a comment, or shouted me out, know that every bit meant the world to me. And it is the only reason why I continue to pursue.

Where There's A Plant...

Words & Photography
by Lisa Christine Lynn



Today, Andrew tried to tell me I have no room for anymore plants.
Where there's a plant, there's a way.

Finding Time

Words & Photography
by Jeannie Naylor



Mothering is this strange land where time isn't fluid, but rather passes in surges and spasms. There are no free hours, merely fleeting minutes. Books are consumed a few pages at a time while waiting for the doctor or in a carpool lane. Photos are uploaded as the princess twirls, and editing waits for the elusive nap of another day. Scraps tucked into purses and pockets bear witness to thoughts that mattered enough to warrant pen and paper.

Scraps tucked into purses and pockets bear witness to thoughts that mattered enough to warrant pen and paper.

There are days when the loose ends seem dangerously close to unraveling, when I feel as though all I do is start and never finish. That's my signal to head for the kitchen.

There is an incredible peace that washes over me when my jeans are speckled with flour and my hands juggle measuring spoons. A recipe creased and tattered takes control and all I have to do is follow. Stir, whisk, gently fold. Time, tempo, temperature. Everything else waits. I scrub the bowls as the dough rises, wipe the counter as the seconds pass, and when the timer stills - I stop and marvel.

Here is tangible proof that I was here, that I created, that I used my minutes for more than just beginnings.

Here is tangible proof that I was here, that I created, that I used my minutes for more than just beginnings. And then without warning the clock surges forward, little feet pad down hardwood halls to steal away the baked and the baker. It is, after all, time for a tea party.

Palm Springs

Words & Photography
by Amee Kim





Two or so hours away from Los Angeles, Palm Springs is the perfect place to relax and escape. I love going to Palm Springs as a short getaway. At Moorten Botanical Garden, you'll find gorgeous cacti nurseries and gardens. Tucked away in the middle, there's a lovely greenhouse filled with special plants. After spending some time in the gardens, I spent the rest of my day at The Ace Hotel. With an amazing pool and fun decor, The Ace Hotel in Palm Springs is just as special as its other locations.

Second Breakfast

Words & Photography
by Anne-Sophie Rosenvinge Skov



This rainy day calls for a second breakfast!

Wonderful Quote

"We must always have old memories and young hopes."

- Houssaye

[Photography by  Safia Zouay]

Beautiful Lives

Words by Megan Magers
Photography by Sara Diamond



I don't know if you guys know this, but you're living the most beautiful lives.

You're reading books and climbing mountains and sleeping in. You're chasing light and baking from scratch and making friends. You're celebrating and trying new things and thinking out loud and laughing and dancing. You're parents and dreamers. You're brave and thankful. You're in love. You're inspired. And I'm always the happiest girl on Sundays because I get to see all of this magic you're creating and sharing in your own little corners of the world.

Wanderlust

Words & Photography
by Gina J. Lee



What I've been doing in my free time:
Looking up cheap plane tickets to any city in America.

Home Is A Feeling

Words & Photography
by Sofia Tomé



At the age of 26, I moved out of New Jersey for the first time in my life. I accepted a job and traveled way out of my comfort zone, from the Northeast to the Deep South, within two weeks time.

While I’d spent most of my childhood traveling between the US and Portugal, for the first time I was in a new place, by myself, surrounded by a culture that was different from anything I’d ever experienced. It took me two whole years in Houston to develop a sense of home, and as soon as I’d established that feeling, I was off to start from scratch in another new city, very far from that one.

I’d become an expert at moving, at making myself at home in a place to which I had no connection. 

By the time I made my way to Boston, I’d become an expert at moving, at making myself at home in a place to which I had no connection. I found the closest Whole Foods, a cute coffee shop where I could settle in for afternoons at a time, a yoga studio near the apartment I shared with my boyfriend – and, with that, quickly found my footing in a brand new city.

A year later, when I made the decision to come back to Jersey, I felt ready for my third move in three years. I was “coming home” and found comfort in the familiarity of living in a place that I’d known all of my life. It was a place that I could navigate without GPS, where finding a good spot for brunch didn’t require research, where the cool shops were already on my radar. But, in finding myself back in a place that was oh-so-familiar, I learned that home isn’t always a place that you know. Sometimes, home is making an instant connection with a new friend in Houston or finding a local bakery with fresh croissants in Brookline.

It was a place that I could navigate without GPS, where finding a good spot for brunch didn’t require research, where the cool shops were already on my radar.

Home can be hanging out in your childhood bedroom in a tiny apartment in Newark, or it can be sitting fireside in a kitchen with your grandma in a far off village in Portugal. When you find your home changing from moment to moment, you learn that home is not a place; you learn that home is a feeling that you carry with you, always.