Now that jet lag has left the building, I finally have some energy to write. Earlier this week, after numerous hugs and a ton of joyous screaming, I finally saw two of my best friends after a year: Nicole and Juan Martín.We met up for brunch chez moi, and it felt as if I’d never left. If you or anyone you know has ever been away from home for a long time, you’ll know how strange it feels to come back home and see that nothing has changed. It’s a very comforting feeling, don’t get me wrong, but it still feels a bit odd to see how old habits die hard.
After brunch, and in an attempt to get my creative juices flowing, Nicole and I grabbed out cameras, and headed downtown to shoot some pictures. I realized after two years of living abroad that as simple as it may seem, explaining what your city looks like to people who have never seen it is harder than you may think. A lot of my beloved Belgians ask “What’s Ecuador like?” and I always fail to give a good answer.
Now I know that the pictures you’re about to see are much more “me” and less “my city”, but I didn’t want to miss out on the chance of shooting with two of my best friends, who are some of the most creative people I know.
In the middle of our shoot, we found some cool bar lights and tried a few bolder shots.
I found inspiration for this shoot in Adele’s “Homewtown Glory”. It’s the first song that comes to mind whenever the three of us (yes, I third wheel like a CHAMP) are driving around in Juanma’s green beetle, among a sea of faces, traffic lights, cars, yellow cabs and street vendors.
Since my love affair with sweaters began long before my transatlantic days, I stayed true to my initial looks and went for my favorite printed sweater, a pair of blue jeans, my beloved white Converse, and I stole my jacket out of my dad’s closet lol.
I refuse to get a new pair of Converse because these babes have actually walked NYC streets so they do have a sentimental value. I am as happy as I’ve ever been living in Europe, but NYC will always hold a special place in my heart, so if things work out and no other small-handed racist bigots occupy the White House by the time I start looking for a job, I will definitely try to live in NY.
But, in the meantime, take a look at me blocking some of the most gorgeous sceneries of my beloved Ambato.
Jacket: Does “My Dad’s” qualify as vintage????
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