Never truly noticed how toxic it is to work retail. I started working at a very young age to support my mom. About a year ago, I stepped down to part time to pursue my craft and follow my dreams. I cannot stress it enough when I say; I’ve never been happier. This year has been nothing but amazing. I decided to go back to full time just for the holidays to make extra cash, and it truly feels like my depression is slowly creeping back into my life. It’s not healthy to spend days on end inside of a box. It’s not healthy to be deprived of social interaction. Genuine, interaction. Retail is mentally exhausting. Fake your smile. Fake your intentions. Fake your interest. “Be human.” Can’t believe people are okay with doing that for years. I truly feel sadness for those that have given up on their dreams and aspirations, due to falling victim to complacency. Those who don’t remember what it was like to wake up and try to get one step closer to their goal. I refuse to let myself become like that. If you’ve made it this far reading, I truly appreciate you. Thank you for supporting me and what I do. Every day I wake up, I’m one step closer. #35mm
Sunday is truly my favorite day of the week. It’s this trippy dream state between playful and pragmatic, still the weekend but practically Monday. It’s our day where we fully absorb our time and our presence and our power together. The city is healing and preparing itself to restart. And everything breathes the same, slow, somber breath.
From dusk 👉🏻 dawn... almost. This was the awesome end result of a 4 hour lapse from our hotel room the last time I was in New York (sick view @hiltontimessq) 🌇 It was the perfect place for me to set up my camera, hit the shutter then go back to bed. 😴