Ordinary Life

Photography: Stanley Kurbrick | New York, 1948

Photography: Stanley Kurbrick | New York, 1948

Before Stanley Kubrick was a famous director, he was a youthful unknown observing the world around him through a photographic lens.

This particular photograph is a reminder that there have always been people young and old who have been bold enough to live life the way it suited them. -tM

Tight Squeeze

Album Cover: Yeah Yeah Yeah’s

Album Cover: Yeah Yeah Yeah’s

What article of clothing are you willing to wear like a second skin if any?

Like everything in life, it is all about balance isn’t it? If you wear one article that is tight, then then other must be a little forgiving, at least that’s how it goes in my mathematical fashion equation.

Leather pants, or denim are my tight squeeze preference, much to my mothers disappointment, as she believes that I am getting to old for such fashion exploits.

I understand her perspective but I think that everything can be made to work with the right amount of give and take when it comes to the tightness of squeeze.

Where do you draw that line? And does the age factor play into those decisions? -tM

Beauty Refresh

I was drawn to these photo’s because they reveal a face not so hidden by layers of make-up and Photoshop magic. I appreciate the lines and graceful bags under her eyes, the shadows of light and dark.

I think North America is in dire need of a beauty refresh. I don’t know how we got here, but we did, and it is a sad as well as ugly reality. Somehow in this process of liberating ourselves as women we have also allowed ourselves to be confined and even chained to this youthful, perfect face.

There is nothing wrong with looking like you have lived. I find the living face an incredibly beautiful and graceful face.

Perfectionism is a myth, an excuse for being insecure. It’s time to go inward for many reasons, great things always begin from the inside. -tM

Photography: Porter Magazine

Strong Friendships

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

I have this friend, of the opposite sex, that has been in my life ever since my first birthday. On and off we would continuously weave in and out of each others lives, sometimes more regularly then others, but no matter where we were in life, we would always keep the communication lines open even if geography or life wouldn’t allow us the face to face time.

Life long friendship is a massive gift, and he has always made it easy for me to ” just be” in that friendship, and I believe I in return have allowed him the same ease.

Having him in my life makes me feel like all will be okay with the world. He is just that kind of strong and safe for me. -tM

Exits

Photography: Richard Avedon | Harpers Bazaar, 1957

Photography: Richard Avedon | Harpers Bazaar, 1957

I always examine the way people choose to leave my life, their exit conveys a lot about who they are, and what qualities they exhibit as human beings. I feel that exits say more about you then entrances. and oddly enough that is how people end up remembering you.

I always make a conscious effort to leave with dignity and grace. And when I do leave, I leave for good. There is no going back. I never revisit what I left behind. -tM

Backstage

Scenes from behind the curtain. In celebration of Fashion Month really in Europe, here are a few stand out photo’s from various shows all captured by photographer Emon Toufanian. One thing is for certain, wherever you go, or whatever you do, DO NOT leave home without your accessories. The devil still remains in the punk rock of details. Which is your favourite? -tM

l to r: Y Project; Jacquemus; Jacquemus; Rick Owens:: Rokh

Stripped

Photography: Alexey Brodovitch

Photography: Alexey Brodovitch

How do you move? How do you use your body to express yourself? Do you take to the dance floor or do you move in the privacy of your own home? Where does your letting go happen?

Baryshnikov has been known to say that “When the body moves, it is the most revealing thing. Dance for a minute and I will tell you who you are.”

I miss that child like freedom of letting go wherever you are. Allowing the body to move as it wants to without the awareness that people may be judging you. Self-awareness is a beautiful thing, but somewhere along the way we allow the projections of others insecurities into our space, and often times internalize them.

I was always free in ballet class, but never really on the dance floor. Great with instruction, not so great with the freedom of creative movement. But I have always danced, sometimes for hours in front of a mirror just watching the beauty of movement.

Music and dance allow me to stop pretending, stripping me, I shed the residue of anything I may have been carrying. It’s a way of getting back to myself.

How about you, what kind of movement connects you to your inner being? -tM

Neoclassical Beauty

Photography: Jerome Galland | Villa Astor | Italy, Amalfi Coast

Photography: Jerome Galland | Villa Astor | Italy, Amalfi Coast

Bound to beauty in all of its infinite forms, this 17th Century statue standing in the garden of a villa; solitary, lost in the trees, cypresses, and pines makes me long for a secret affair. -tM

Tales from the Work Place

Today, in the presence of two male colleagues a discussion was being had about an issue that was affecting the work environment. In the end I was taken a back at what was conveyed:

Male No. 1: “Yes, well, now that women have been given more of a voice, they just don’t shut up, and feel like they can say anything.”

Male No. 2: Yes, well, this is happening because men are being emasculated by women, and they are angry, so this has has resulted in the clash of the sexes.”

Me: Dumbfounded, and disappointed, responded as such: ” Well, men have been saying whatever they want for centuries.”

There is a divide that is looming, politically, sexually, and economically, it is like staring down the barrel of a gun. I just wish that we would all realize that we are in this together, and that male liberation, is so dependent on female liberation. Am I wrong? -tM

Photography: Herb Ritts | Sandra Bernhert

The Sunday Morning Lounge

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

What does your Sunday morning ceremonial observance look like?

There are no religious observances of any kind here, however I definitely hold sacred to my Sunday morning rituals. They ground me, put me at ease, and sometimes even in a contemplative state of mind. Most Sunday’s are spent in solitude. Just me, my music, coffee, some reading material, coupled with a few hours of kick back on the sofa staring at the sky, watching the birds take flight.

It’s a meditation of sorts, one with my eyes open. -tM

The Urban Pastoral

Photography: Franco Fontana, 1987 | Bologna, Italy

Photography: Franco Fontana, 1987 | Bologna, Italy

I get lost in the light, the shape, the implied movement, frozen, yet incredibly fluid. I have never had pool photography feel like a pastoral painting; calm, relaxed, and expansive.

Compact in frame, its reach is almost mythical. The prophetic powers of the elusive pool mermaids, enticing us to come closer and live with them, if only momentarily, beneath the urban sea. -tM