Love...or something like it.

Love.  What does it even mean anymore? Nothing.
 Sex? Just another commodity.
Relationships? Irreplaceable.
Commitment? Temporary.


We live in a materialist world where almost everything can be bought. We strive for our careers, our success, but do we ever strive to find someone we can be completely real with? Someone who isn't replaceable. We get caught up in the glamour of games, unattainable people, fabricated flings, lust, desire, temporary euphoria. We're afraid to let our concepts go. Afraid of being hurt. Afraid of being...human.

Can you remember your first kiss?  your first love affair? your first relationship? the first time someone made you feel genuinely alive with happiness? What's changed?


Our ability to love is what distinguishes us from anything else in this vast universe.  Our ability to see a whole world encapsulated in someone else's smile. Our ability to bond and care and nurture. Our ability to feel and express emotions, so complex, they cannot be described. Our ability to hold another person and be happy to live out the rest of your lives together.

The moment we stop remembering to fall in love, is the time when living becomes simply existing.


XOXO

Father's Day Down By The Bay

 

Behind The Scenes.

End Result © Marjorie Rose.

Today was so much fun.  In biting cold wind, I shot a beautiful sequence of editorial photos with Marjorie and model, Eddie. We moved around quite a lot on location and walking back through town carrying a mini suitcase in stilettos and a strapless dress caused a little too much attention. I ended the evening with coffee, seaweed salad and pizza. Not all in that order. ;)