How do you define home? Where you live now? Where you grew up? Where your family is? Or something else? Oftentimes how I interpret where home is depends on how I feel, who’s asking, or any other possible variable. My definition of home feels like it’s always changing and lately I’ve been thinking about where exactly that even is for me.
Back in July I debuted Part 1 of my series on this awesome reversible satin bomber jacket from Topshop. I wanted to show just how cool and versatile it really is. Satin bombers have been everywhere this summer and if you’re going to try out the trend, here’s the one to do it with. Dress it sporty, girly, or a little tough. The choice is yours and the possibilities are endless.
All puns aside, I found my heart in bomber jacket-form. I knew instantly I had to give it the Love Mirian treatment. This little baby here is butter smooth to the touch, has a super cool design, and its reversible style makes it twice as nice.
I just watched Jesse Williams‘ accept his 2016 Humanitarian Award from the BET Awards. I know I’m late. I purposely didn’t want to watch it until I knew I would be writing this piece because I wanted my reaction to be real, genuine, and in the moment.
A few days ago I submitted my photos to be featured on one of my favorite fashion web sites, Fashion Bomb Daily. Less than two hours later the owner, Claire Sulmers, emailed me back to let me know she had chosen me to be that day’s “Bombshell of the Day“. Imagine my total excitement of seeing my photos on a site I really admire with a very kind write up by the owner herself.
But alas, even the sweetest moments can sometimes be tempered with a little tartness. Along with all the positive sentiments from her readers regarding my style also came a few insults too. Everything from skinny-shaming to personal jabs and of course your average “OMG, she can’t dress!” rant. The Shade!?!?
About two years ago I stopped shooting fashion photography. I had only been shooting for about a year and a half when I got to a point where it just wasn’t fun anymore. I had originally gotten into photography through my music. I was writing and releasing songs and they needed visuals to go along with them so I decided I needed to learn to shoot myself. Not particularly surprising or new as I had been used to doing everything myself from songwriting to producing, recording, and mixing. I had a little basic experience and from there I just taught myself using my only camera, a point and shoot. At the time I was going to a school called Ontario College of Art and Design and I remember being able to spend hours upon hour by myself in this little makeshift studio with two studio lamps trying to make art out of myself. I didn’t get lonely and I didn’t feel bored.