What Guides You?

 Photography: Brassai

Photography: Brassai

I have always found it interesting to listen to what guides a person. Some turn to God, others to fortune tellers, dreamers interpret dreams, while others look for signs. Then there are those who go inward, connecting to their intuition.

Destiny and free will are the two major stake holders in what we choose to believe in and in turn how we choose to live our lives. We are endlessly looking for answers, in hope and in solution. -tM

The Art of Letting Go

 Photography: Bernard Plossu

Photography: Bernard Plossu

The more I simplify my life, my space, the more I let go of what I thought was important, is the more I come to realize that the world I continue to design and desire is one in which I can connect to myself and not falter in spirit as well as in strength of mind.

Often times simplicity leads to clarity of intellect, allowing for space to see and feel the world for what it is. -tM

When Colour Creates Light

 Photography: Andrew Moore | Cuba

Photography: Andrew Moore | Cuba

This is a the way to use accents of colour to anchor a room. I love the way this space is peppered with red, from floor to feature walls. There is such purpose in this design. Money has nothing to do with taste, style or design. Cuba and its people have a beautiful way of expressing just that. -tM

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Walls of Liberty

Photographer Mathieu Pernot documents the art on the walls of an abandoned prison in France. Dreams, desires, and ambitions, remain hopeful and alive in all of these pieces. They exist as emblems of liberty; evocations of past, present, and even future.

I tend to agree with Picasso when he says that “the purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off of our souls.” -tM

The Scent of an Orange

 Photography: Roe Etheridge

Photography: Roe Etheridge

Oranges, clementines, mandarins, each one alerts me to the pleasures and brightness of life.

Today I sat on the subway, eyes closed, in meditation, listening to the train move its way closer to home, when I was awoken by the perfume of an orange. The woman peeling the fruit was at the other end of the subway cart. Its saccharine scent permeated through the air removing thoughts of anything else.

And that’s the beauty of oranges, you are nowhere but here in the presence of there fragrance. -tM

In Appreciation of my Roots

 Photography: Simon Watson | Sicily, Italy

Photography: Simon Watson | Sicily, Italy

I don’t remember much as I was only a child of 11 at the time, but there are certain details of that trip that became important to me; sewn into the fabric of my being. Like the fresco faded walls of my grandmothers house in Serbia, the wall details and decorations that despite poverty, made a home more then just a place to rest your head. The plates, the cutlery, and the food that sustained and gave life.

There was strength built into both of my grandmothers homes. I felt it, even as a young child. Perhaps that is why I chose to remember these very specific details, because against all odds, they were survivors of a life that was difficult, and they did the best they could, making the most of what they were given. -tM

Rituals

 Photography: Unknown | Kate Moss

Photography: Unknown | Kate Moss

I love the ritual of putting make-up on. I find it meditative, peaceful. I connect to my inner self, which outwardly gets expressed through the face I choose to put on that day. I am not an artist by any means, although I do creatively express myself through clothing choice, the design of my home, and my grooming rituals. Life really is an art. -tM