A New New Yorker

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1. Scaled Manhattan

I could live here for 10 more years and still stumble over something I've never seen before. Averaging at about 5 miles a day, I have scaled Manhattan from top to bottom. New York's diversity and spontaneity encourages an open mind. From a jazz band performing in the park to a rapper serving edible cookie dough on the sidewalk, I swear I've seen it all. The quiet homes in the village are quaint yet a few miles away from the bustling tourist attractions in Midtown. I've eaten about 6 cannoli from Little Italy and have visited questionable markets in Chinatown... 

Whilst walking, sometimes speed walking through the city, I'd simultaneously scout locations for future photoshoots. It's impossible not to be inspired here.

Viewing the 2017 solar eclipse from Bryant Park.

3. Freelanced

As of right now I freelance as an art director and photographer during the week and a booth associate at a market on the weekend. I try to squeeze in fun shoots whenever I can. The hustle is reeall! In retrospect, freelancing has provided me with the freedom to really figure out what I want to do in the long run.

Roughly 3 months ago I moved to NYC. Since then my life has changed in so many ways. Yes, I am  still looking for that dream job and no I haven't found "the one" and moved into a brownstone in the upper east side...

But here's what I have done.

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2. People Watched

A woman dancing and singing in the Times Square subway station holding a chicken while a man sings Michael Jackson classics into a mobile karaoke machine is honestly one of my most "New York" memories thus far.

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4. Grown

"Progress is impossible without change."

I brought a bed, a couch, bags of clothes and a brand new attitude when I moved here. From that new attitude, I've gained more motivation and worth ethic. The plan is to keep growing as a person, an artist and as a  professional so stay tuned, the glow up is on it's way! You can keep updated by subscribing to my blog below. 

 

Speak soon! xo

-Camille

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Rocky Mountain State

"Wherever you are, be all there." - Jim Elliot 


Colorado was that breathe of fresh air I was looking for.

 

I had never been to the state before but my sister moved from New Orleans a few months prior. I bought my ticket knowing for sure that I would love it. My Colorado themed Pinterest board was poppin so I was more than ready to see all of the well known sights. What I wasn't prepared for was to have my eyes wide open the entire time. I honestly didn't have time to blink, there was literally too much to see. Driving through hilly towns surrounded by snowcapped mountains isn't something a Florida girl gets to do very often.

Sometimes, while visiting a new place, I feel this tiny bit of sadness inside knowing that I'll eventually have to leave. I'll have to go back home, commit back to routine while this beautiful place lives and thrives... without me. Why can't I be in multiple places at once!? I don't understand why I can't yet teleportation isn't "a thing" yet.. Is someone working on that?

While I work on being more present, here's a little photo journal of my experience in the mile high state.

A guided horseback tour passing on the Palmer trail in Garden of the Gods park.

A guided horseback tour passing on the Palmer trail in Garden of the Gods park.

Pike's Peak

Pike's Peak

Red Rocks on the Palmer trail.

Red Rocks on the Palmer trail.

Sunset from a lookout near my sister's apartment

Sunset from a lookout near my sister's apartment

Driving up to Garden of the Gods was one of my most memorable moments. There's a trailhead about a mile from the visitor's center where I pulled over and ran up a hill to get these two photos. It was around 10am and the light hitting the park was amazing. I took photos then stood there trying to come to terms with how insanely beautiful this was. 

Driving up to Garden of the Gods was one of my most memorable moments. There's a trailhead about a mile from the visitor's center where I pulled over and ran up a hill to get these two photos. It was around 10am and the light hitting the park was amazing. I took photos then stood there trying to come to terms with how insanely beautiful this was. 

After climbing up the Manitou Incline, I was happy to take a rest and enjoy the view. 2,744 steps will do that to you.

After climbing up the Manitou Incline, I was happy to take a rest and enjoy the view. 2,744 steps will do that to you.

Postcards from a boutique in Boulder.

Postcards from a boutique in Boulder.

 

-Camille

An Update

This year has been filled with new people and creative minds. I've met a variety of Jacksonville's movers and shakers, the ones who work every day to turn their dreams into realities. It's a funny thing when two people's aspirations align in a way that the both of you benefit through collaboration. Fashion bloggers, knitters, clothing designers, boutique owners, writers- a short list of the people I've met and grown close to.

I am preparing to graduate in under two months... The connections I've made so far in the Bold City have pulled Jacksonville closer and closer to my heart. My craft has improved so much in the past 6 months, let alone the last four years.

I'm so extremely thankful for this city and all it has gifted me but hey, I am a nomad at heart and I'm ready to move on. In the next 6 months, my life will make a complete 180. I will graduate college, move back home for bit, pack my life into a U-Haul and travel to my new home in The Bronx, NY. Then, ideally, I will get a kickass job and meet a collection of new inspiring folk. Written down, it sounds easy but I can't begin to describe the anxiety that comes with this transition. They say that the best things begin at the end of your comfort zone. Well I'm basically packing my stuff and driving 20 hours outside of it.

With all of that said, I can confidently say 'bring it on, lets do this, game on, lets go' and any other phrase that describes my excitement and willingness to embark on this new life.

-Camille

New Orleans

I had an idea...

I cleared my schedule, bought a plane ticket on Tuesday, went to class and packed a bag on Wednesday, drove two hours south on Thursday, got coffee with a friend, bought an $8 beer, met a choreographer in an airport and talked about phobias, boarded a plane sat next to a woman with purple hair and lipstick, got off the plane and surprised my sister in Louisiana.

Now, here I am typing from a cot in my sisters living room on Thursday night. Life happens fast.

 

x The Big Easy

The Place

 

 

 

New Orleans is one of the most vibrant U.S cities that I've ever visited. Despite devastation in 2005, the city maintains its character. In certain areas, what used to be a structure was now a pile of wooden planks and debris. Some houses were standing on one leg barely maintaining four complete walls; however, in the spirit of the city, people had lathered their houses in shades of pinks, purples, greens and blues. They had hung beads in their windows and wound ribbon through their fences. Driving down the road, colorful murals spoke about history. The juxtaposition of decorated homes and abandoned houses told a story of catastrophe and strength. It's a hard thing to recover from devastation but during Mardi Gras season, it's like the city had never seen a bad day.

The People

There's no way of summarizing everyone in New Orleans so I won't even attempt to do so. But what I can say is that every single person I saw or spoke to was a tiny reflection of the city as a whole. 

Greeting complete strangers with a hello and a smile is a southern decency that unifies strangers. As we walked the streets, individuals could be found everywhere showcasing their talents in art and music. Usually it's a little awkward taking pictures of people don't know but I was down for the challenge. 

Here are the portraits I managed to capture over the weekend!

The Parades

On Friday we joined the crowds that lined the streets in preparation for the Krewe of Centurions. Red and blue flashed across everyones face as police barricaded and cleared the streets of spectators. This was my first experience with Mardi Gras so I expected instantaneous giant floats and beads raining from the sky immediately. Not gonna lie... my experience pretty much lived up to the hype. Especially on the second day when we drove to Old Algiers, caught a ferry to downtown where we watched the Krewe of Endymion. Marching bands quickly made their way down the road and floats traveled down the road in all their glory. I was able to catch/gather/be struck in the face with at least 200 strings of beads and tiny souvenirs. I found the baby in a king cake and ate jambalaya and bread pudding until I had to come back to reality.

 

I'm sure I'll be back in Nola soon. Until then, I'll be dreaming about beignets, beads and brunch. 

Shoutout to the Chenele for making time to show me around.