Travel

Cali to Paris // Solo Travel

When I was 14 years old I became obsessed with two things.  Frank Sinatra and Parisian culture.  I poured over books on Frank and how he got his start and of course bought every album he's ever made (that's a lie.  My dad bought me one every Christmas).  However, what I think had an even bigger impact on me was the way people lived in France, especially Paris. The pace of every day life // the language // the passion // the architecture // the sophistication and pride in how they carry themselves.  I fell in love with all of it.

I would sit in my teenage room and spend hours reading about what there is to do there, the history behind the Eiffel Tower and obsessed over the incredible fashion.  I just loved how looking like your Sunday best is a part of every day life.  Something I feel we lack in the states.  People wearing pajamas to the grocery store hurts my soul.  I'm sorry, please don't send me poison in the mail.

I vowed to myself that as soon as I could, I would go to Paris and walk the streets I had read about late in the night.  I would drink every cappuccino and eat every croissant and ride every bike and create every picnic imaginable and photograph every bridge I came across.  What can I say, the romantic in me can't be controlled.

So, the day has come.  I leave in a couple hours.  A COUPLE HOURS.  I will take a direct flight and step foot on that magical land.  I always thought I would go with the man in my life or a close friend, but as it turns out, I've decided to go alone.  There is something that happens to you when you take a trip solo.  There's nothing like it and i'll be experiencing it in a matter of hours.  Sleep deprivation here I come.  Give it to me.

And that my friends is my eat pray love chat for the day.  I'll see you on Instagram with updates on all things Paris!!  #frenchingwithliz

 

// A few photos from my trip to Italy four years ago.  A trip that time stamped so much growth for me, brought me closer to a friend and taught me to slow the f down.  I've been wearing lipstick, buying flowers every weekend and never get annoyed when the waiter takes longer than expected since then.  

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The Beauty of Doing Nothing + Mexico

I took a trip to Italy four years ago and one of the beautiful sayings they have there is "la bellezza di non fare nulla," the beauty of doing nothing.  It's something that has stayed with me because it's so simple, so true and so necessary.  Somehow, our culture in the states celebrates working endlessly and filling our time with countless to-dos as a wonderful thing.  Why?  I've never understood why non stop days seven days a week is always celebrated.  Don't get me wrong, I love my job and I pour over images daily with pleasure, but I don't want it to ever take over my life completely.  It doesn't define me.  It is a part of me.  

I think we often forget how important it is to regroup and just be still with ourselves, to be alone, to be quiet even if that means sitting next to someone you love and just be.

We can't be 100% in everything if we want balance in our lives.  That goes for our careers.  That goes for our relationships.  Love.  Family.

 

I want to live the most balanced life possible and that to me means napping (gasp!), cooking for people I love, taking editing breaks (even though I love it) or watching that girly movie on my couch for the fifteenth time with no guilt.  It can also mean driving out of the city with friends and purposely leaving my camera at home (no guilt).  

 

What does it mean to you? 

 

*Photos (taken on my iPhone ) from my recent trip to Mexico with two of my best friends.  We sipped moscow mules, took naps, danced, watched dolphins swim in the ocean and enjoyed each others company.  Doing nothing never felt so good. Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_001.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_002.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_003.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_004.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_005.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_006.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_007.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_008.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_009.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_010.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_011.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_012.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_013.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_014.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_015.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_016.jpg Beatufy_of_Doing_Nothing_017.jpg

A Day in Seattle

We all know travel changes you. It makes you better and reminds you of all the things you want to do with your life and for yourself.  You walk the streets of a new city and take in all the people and how their every day culture is a little different than yours (so much different?). You are able to put into perspective what really matters (yes, wifi and hot water always matters, but that's neither here nor there). Perhaps you figure out what you think does matter. a day in seattlea day in seattlea day in seattle a day in seattle I've been traveling a lot this year, especially to Seattle and its quickly becoming very special to me. I'm usually there alone, wandering around exploring, sipping coffee (God bless coffee), stopping for a glass of wine (God bless wine) and of course, shooting. It's almost as if the city is my friend I go visit every month. I sit at coffee shops and watch families go by with strollers and couples kiss across the street. I often visit the beach, which is always so crazy to me because there the beach is made of rocks, rather than sand like LA. People bonfire all day long there and I can hear music in the distance.  There are sail boats in the ocean and I wonder if they're having as lovely a day as I am. Are they thinking the same thing about me?  I sip more coffee and think about home and write down all the new things I want to accomplish (the list keeps getting bigger...). a day in seattleseattle photographyI grab dinner at some adorable quaint restaurant as I'm waited on by the sweetest person alive.  So typical in Seattle -  adorable restaurants and nice people.  Then I meet my clients as the sun sets. We laugh and get to know each other better.  I ask them if they're willing to run across train tracks and climb up to the freeway pass so I can get the shot and they say yes without hesitation. They want to get wild with me and play and have an adventure and that's when I know they're my people.a day in seattlea day in seattlea day in seattlea day in seattlea day in seattle

We say goodbye and hug four times (because once just isn't enough. Am I right?!) and I head back to my hotel, exhausted and happy.

The next morning I head to the airport a bit nostalgic, but inspired from my weekend. I think about how being an artist can be challenging, even lonely sometimes, but when I get home and face plant on my bed fulfilled with new images, new faces and new goals, I just want to eat a bowl of ice cream in my underwear and say...life is good.

And then I do.

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