The funny thing about this video, and the entire shoot that follows, is that it came to me in a dream. I woke up, poured myself a cup of coffee, and then decided to just take my camera out and see if I could create what I saw, in just glimpses of my subconscious.
I knew exactly what I wanted to wear: a pair of Brandy Melville jeans, and a top that my best friend had given me the day before, from the same brand. (If you follow me on Instagram, you know I can't get enough of Brandy. Maybe it's because it's so naturally aesthetically pleasing? I should probably note this post isn't sponsored. Just a girl, in love with her pastel, earthy and — dare I say, trendy — clothes.) The look got topped off with my pair of white Vans, that somehow have made an appearance in almost all of my content this summer. And that was that.
I hopped in my beat-up 2001 Honda Accord and drove around my town, scoping out locations. The East Coast is interesting, sometimes, because there are no huge mountains in the middle of Connecticut, or bright red canyons at the end of the road. You have to search for backdrops, and turn them into your own. It's a challenge that I think I'll miss, if and when I do move somewhere else.
I ended up spending the whole afternoon in a field of flowers about fifteen minutes from my house. It was just me, my tripod, and the beating sun. (And some iced tea and snacks, 'cause well — ya know.) At the time, I couldn't have been more content. People passed by my "set" every once in a while, but otherwise it was fairly quiet. For once, I wasn't rushing to the next thing, and tried to stay open-minded about using just my self-timer. To say I'm endlessly stoked about the content that came out of these few hours, is a swift understatement.
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When you're creative, sometimes you have visions, but just can't bring them to life. The amount of times I've had an image in my head and ended up staring at my sketchbook, not being able to get my hand to do what I needed it to do — I can't even count. So, the moments when the pieces just fall together is kind of like bliss. You get this adrenaline rush, and need to just create and create and create. Do you know what I mean?
This was all just a dream, but it's real now. Thank goodness for that.
Love always, Marisa