My good friend Perry turned a year older earlier this week, and he had a small, intimate party at his house, which is anything but small, lol. We had a grand time exploring their ancestral manse which had 3 floors, a gigantic staircase, and a real chandelier from the 20’s that still held candlesticks instead of electric lights.
I wanted a change from my usual garage photos, so:
Doc Marten boots, vintage print skirt, top from Next, Hawaiian Hill glasses,and I bought that necklace from one of those stalls on the street that sell clay necklaces on leather cords, from a man with colorful dreadlocks.
I haven’t been able to practice my photography AT ALL. These were the only two shots I took all this month. How shameful.
A shot of my husband (well, his glasses anyway) against a car window
Mandy, whose hair is of course no longer this color!
Photos I shot last Sunday. The fence and Ipil-Ipil tree were just outside my church, shot during that magical time at dusk where everything seems post-processed in real life.
The first photo was shot on a cab ride home. The Filipino Driver’s habit of putting a rosary on his rearview mirror is a long-lasting one, and speaks volumes about our culture. I’ve always been fascinated by it.