I always have the best time working with Paige and Emily on shoots. This disco themed New Year's party came from the wildly creative mind of Paige with the inspiration coming from Bash Party Goods. We drank pink champagne, played around with all the glitter and danced around in Paige's kitchen on a Monday night. To have both friendship and creativity combined makes life so much more amazing, and I wouldn't trade these nights for anything. To see the full shoot head on over to Studio Bicyclette Blog. Also check out all the bling from Armed, another local lady love talent.
Posted on Wednesday, 16 December 2015
I am listening to a wintertime warmth playlist on songza and as soon as I opened by blog to type, the song The Wooden Sky by what is now known as The Wooden Sky began. This coincidence I do not take for granted, this song was our lullaby when we were driving through the 11,000 ft Cerro de la Muerte, which translates to "mountain of death." The soothing folk was the only thing quiet and pretty enough to take the edge off the drive. It was raining, we were engulfed in a cloud at a unknown altitude, fog rolled around every corner, somehow this song was our guide. It's funny how a song can evoke a feeling and a visual of an experience tied to it, I can see the foggy road, the sound of the rain hitting the windshield, the dusk setting over the valley, there was something quite profound and beautiful about it all.
We stopped on the side of the road at what looked like an artist cabin, playfully named Jack and Charlie. A costa rican woman greeted us with excitement, we must have been the only tourists that stopped all day, it was raining season and she did have her shop on the "mountain of death." We perused her shop full of trinkets and souvenirs brightly coloured with costa rican landscapes. Alison bought coffee bean earrings and a settled on a moon wind chime. The shop owner gifted us with lilies and we hugged goodbye, and I asked her name, "Ana" she replied and I said "me too" with a smile. My Croatian name was quite popular in Costa Rica, I guess its a Spanish name too. I like how we can share these things amongst different cultures, makes me feel even more connected to this country. We continued on our drive, now with the lilies on the dash, the gesture bringing a sense of calm to the drive, our new driving charm.
There were many more stories as we explored Manuel Antonio, some I like to keep as my own personal stories, for those rainy days that I can sit and think back on our bravery, on our wit, on our instincts. It was beautiful alright, the kind of beauty that makes your senses light up, gives you goosebumps, makes you appreciate the colour blue, the tiny breeze that swirls your hair in a dance. I want to describe it but then I also want to keep it inside, my memories that I cherish because I was there, I witnessed it, I felt the rain - the rain that soaked me to the core. Experiencing these foreign lands is our duty, it makes time expand and makes every moment a moment of awe. I speak of this place with fondness despite some crazy things that did happen, because I feel like I would do it a disservice if I didn't speak with reverence. Because it was here that I found myself again, I found my love of travel, of people, of preserving beauty, of taking in a moment, of taking chances and mostly of trusting the kindness of people. Everyone has the right to feel this way and we should never stop exploring.
crop top and one piece: Jordan de Ruiter
Photos: Ana and Alison