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ubriaco

today is friday. 
and what does that mean, class?
nonjudgmental drinking hour starts
a lot earlier.

it's five o'clock somewhere.
or even later in some places
which means
we have to catch up.

i'm a drinking kind of gal.
i like mostly all beverages
beer
wine
champagne
rum 
vodka
whiskey
tequila if its island time.

what i hate
is
mixologists.
i like fancy
but fancy doesn't need to take 
ten whole minutes for something
i'm just going to obnoxiously pound anyways.

mixing bitters and whiskey
for eight whole minutes
makes my
old fashioned
old news. 
so i have prepared for you
a quick
impressive
sexy as giselle on a summer day
cocktail "spritzer"
that will make panties drop
and mixologists eyes roll right out their heads.



the rosemary tangerine champ-tail
1 tangerine
2 sprigs of rosemary
champagne
vodka
ice

to initiate the joy you are about to receive, make sure you have a cocktail shaker and lots of ice. prepare yourself for the quickest fancy thing since the five dollar burger. take that shaker and fill that sucker with ice to the brim. if you feel like sharing, pour two overflowing shots of vodka into the shaker, this is also just about enough for a normal "mommy had a long day" drink. now we take that sprig of rosemary and brake it in half, tearing the leaves and tossing them into the shaker. take your halved tangerine and squeeeeeeeeeeze that bitch like your trying to arm wrestle it, making sure the juice gets into the shaker and not all over your arms because you're so strong. now, cover and shake. we are so close to alcoholic victory. pour your vodka tange rosemary concoction into a martini glass. feel the excitement as you pop that champagne, yeah girl.. pop it. now top your mix with the champagne and garnish with the leftover stick of rosemary and any tange slices you have lying around. now sip. or chug. and enjoy being a classy at home mixologist.

i'm proud of us.
we deserve this.


"ubriaco"
italian
"drunk"

potĂȘncia da menina

i recently was featured
on Adrianne Ho's 
empowering website
SWEAT THE STYLE.

we spoke of working out,
eating healthy,
and working out so i can eat unhealthy...
i mean, 
any girl who says they don't want
to stay skinny while consuming
a bag of kettle chips
and a hot dog
is
a liar.

read the full story here



"potĂȘncia da menina"
portuguese
"girl power"

individu

to say that i am lucky
would be a colossal understatement.
i got scouted
to be a model
walking a farmer's market,
pushing my mom in a wheelchair,
when i was 13 years old.
sure,
the fashion and entertainment world
can be harsh,
unforgiving,
and judgemental,
but people dream of having the opportunities
that i am blessed to be given.
i dreamed and worked so hard for this..
pushed through so much hardship.
every now and then,
i forget that.
the monotony of any job
can make you lose sight of why
you loved it in the first place.
faking a smile,
trying to be everyone's image of perfection,
not having that burger so i can fit in those jeans;
it can make a person lose 
their sense of
self.
but after 12 years
of "yes's and no's" 
and moments of being flat broke,
couch surfing while being practically homeless,
and opposing moments of seeing myself
on tv and billboards
(and crying out of pure happiness),
being that person,
being who i truly am,
is why the success and failure hasn't
ruined me.
i was the little girl
with the mustache
and unibrow.
my parents weren't rich.
i didn't have a million friends,
i was in show choirs,
sang songs in latin.
girls were mean.
kids were mean.
i came home crying once a week.
i wasn't "cool".




that's who i am.
that's why i can't forget
where i came from
or how fortunate i am
to be here, where i am, in this moment.




"individu"
french
"self"


shadow of a doubt

lucky enough to have a surplus of talented friends.

phillip r. lopez could capture the emotion of rocks.

with an arsenal of film cameras and vintage lenses, 
we drove down to the ocean searching for fog and grey skies.









styled by alexandra ferreira
more from phillip here