Thursday, November 29, 2012

Internal View: Cameron Michael

" A city is a pity when you're:
surrounded by dude bros or hippies "

Cameron Michael
Self Portrait 

Favorite Florescent:

Shades of:
18 percent grey

My best day:
is traveling

Birth name:

The city where i'd stay:

I drank

Project at bay:
project water

A city is a pity when you're:
surrounded by dude bros or hippies

An experience:
gun traffickers in Morocco

New York says:
fuck your talent

Pet peeve:
naive people

above 160th and punchy

Past life:

Big or small hair:
big as fuck or small and defined

Light or unfair:
life is unfair, live light

Next year:
I'll be on top

Middle name:

your personality

Outer space:
Is what really matters

Is in everything

never touch

is essential

The future:
is awesome

is rare

High Fashion:
is rare

High tolerance:
non existent

A word of wisdom:
no excuses, own it.

own it.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Cameron Michael Productions Project: Behind the Scenes Part One!

The breezy November winds carried Cameron Michael, Videographer extraordinaire, down to good ol' Miami to create a one of a kind visual experience. A vision that he's been working on for the past two years.

Previous work includes'The Manhattan Project',  a masterpiece highlighting New York's finest landscapes through a time lapse sequence of scenery. This current Miami project is time-lapse meets high fashion featuring Miami model Sunamys Villalba. I'm honored to be apart of this visual experiment as stylist for the shoot. Here's a collection of behind the scenes peeks! Enjoy! <3

"The Manhattan Project"

Stay tuned for part two!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Circle

Time is a four letter word projected into our eyes, confined in our minds. Your soul is a spirit that flies through multiple lives. we are all one, but drops in a river that flow through the veins of the universe. love, love I say, thats all there is. thats the best we can give. but why can so many not give it. some must still twist their toes, trip and fall on their nose. Lie and die. Redefine. Recreate. Escape. Humiliate. Contemplate. Finally coincide, with peace and the divine. The mind, oh it only takes some time… love. one. soul. your own, which becomes the whole.
-Alaska Mangialetto


Swimming Lessons

We're all looking for that dignity in our back pockets next to the change.
When I dont have to think twice, it'll be alright.
God, we create dreams to satisfy the missing pieces. Tip toe to the nose of a black toad. We all know how to do backflips, but we are challenged when it comes to flipping forward.
Twenty one past lives, but this one is the souls disguise. How can you rise above the ground. 
Clicks of lids display your dismay. I want to walk in the light of true beauty, not trip and fool myself into your swimming pool. 
I've already got one in my backyard.  

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Profound Sound

They've placed another gem into our hands. These wonderfully dressed chaps delivered a record meant to sit in the home of your heart. Warmth, truth, and energy by all means seems to be the essence of Mumford and Sons. Thank you for this heavenly followup.

"i'll be born without a mask"

A Day At Sea

Captain! Hold Your Hearts Tight!
Photography by Casino Nelson

Monday, November 5, 2012

The Chapters In Disguise

A Poetic Vision That Came To Life
Jacked Fashion:
I'm Not From Around Here...

Shot and Edited by Nabil Moo
Photographer: Olya Mijko
Model: Sunamys Villalba
Music: John Knight (in collaboration with Alaska) - "The Sun Picked Me Up"
MUA/Stylists: Alaska Mangialetto & Lauren Ann Wolfe

A Checklist..

Three Things To Remember 

A Robin Redbreast in a cage,
Puts all Heaven in a rage.

A skylark wounded on the wing
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men. 


Friday, November 2, 2012

No Smoke

I want to be an old lady sitting upon mount Vesuvius, with a soul full of profound and magnified sounds, a mind full of life’s delight. floating within myself. satisfied and not denied. love takes me away with the red flow that day, i’m melted away in peace.

by Alexa Mangialetto

There once was this boy that I loved with all of my heart.
Our timings belligerence was a work of art. 
An evaporated space. 
Snow envying sand. 
A thousand years across different lands. 
You were a dream involving seeds and cemented corners.
My fresh yet cultivated eyes were set up to disguise the alphabets pattern of your lies. 
I was meant to float down this moat to gaze up at the towering structure above me. 
To heal in the brew of roots and dirt soaking into the earth and melting into the land, the decomposition lent me a helping hand. 
The sun picked me up and told me to run.
The mirror of the sky had me look into my own eyes and say today is the day.
You’ve drifted down a stream oh so mean for far too long.
Now it’s time to plant your roots in the truth. 

Free yourself from the obscene.

April 2011