April Has The Cruelest Mouth…

Time is fleeting, birthdays come and go, Easter eggs have hatched and the world is still fighting the pandemic. As I try to remain teachable, I witness miracles of light, hope, humility and gratitude surrounding me. I believe that the truth is out there and life is full of magic and beauty. The people we let into our kingdoms magnify our best qualities and help us slay our demons. April showers will bloom May flowers, radiant rainbows and fresh Spring perfumes will fill our lungs with humanity… I love you!

Traveling Without Moving…2021

As the world waited for 2021 with bated breath to finally arrive and replace this very trying, unpredictable and explosive year, one thing remains absolutely clear – we must move forward, hopeful and optimistic for better things to come. It has already begun – new presidency, a vaccine to eradicate the pandemic and a generally brighter outlook to the future. Still, even if global travel is suspended indefinitely until the world is somewhat stable and open, I keep moving and dancing… As they say – the moving target is the hardest to hit! I do enjoy my hometown of LA – I explore it more and more with people in my life that I love and cherish. Enjoy the view, do it with a smile, and the grass is just as green here as it is anywhere…:)

Last Christmas…

“Did I give you my heart? And the very next day – did you give it away? And this year… I would give it to someone special…” This year, that will go into history as the crazy 2020, while the mysterious virus made the world stand still… and the people with it. But hope prevails, and so do all the magical lovely things that are worthy fighting for, living for, aspiring for… Let us help one another to be better versions of ourselves in the year to come, and spread love and understanding, and carry each other, always… Enjoy these memories , as I share them with you here and have a little giggle…Be happy, joyous, and free! Lots of love…

Dorothy is not from Kansas…

In fact, she is one little cute punk-rocker prancer-dancer ingenue from a future-retro artsy chill area in east Los Angeles called Los Feliz, underneath the Griffith Park Observatory and the infamous Greek Amphitheater, home to many of the rockstar concerts and special events. Every now and then, after clicking her heels three times, she’d be gone with the wind, so to speak, in whatever directions the air streams take her, still continental USA (sadly, foreign air is still off limits for now). Oh where oh where did she teleport again? Looks like Lake Tahoe, a quirky town of Reno on the Nevada/Cali border, woodsy town of Truckee, in the wilderness, inhabited by bears and deer, then grand NY on the east coast – autumn foliage and fresh crisp chill air excursions; and back to Joshua Tree for desert sun and stargazing, and a royal visit to Bel Air. What’s next? 🙂

Paris Texas and The Rest…

While my plans to visit Europe this Fall got hijacked by the infamous virus, what’s a girl to do if she is banned from Paris? Click those heels and teleport to Texas, perhaps Austin or somewhere I’ve never been. I like Texas and Texans in general, all things “cowboy” and country, those handcrafted Lucchese boots, Stetson Hats, vintage denim Levi’s and rock-and-roll tees, and so much midwestern swag that at times it gets lost in translation. Cute town, with bars open early afternoon, health-conscious Texans working out by the river, really great coffee, collectible Broncos, great Cuisine, lake Travis, old neighboring towns and lots of sunshine. Of course I still love Cali, and there’s still my fave Chateau Marmont, DTLA excursions, Palm Springs, Joshua Tree retreats and fabulous shoes to wear. Enjoy the joy ride and keep smiling at the world!

Nobody Does It Better…

Are you the spy who loved me? Perhaps nobody can explain it better than Carly Simon in her cult classic song from James Bond’s serial franchise. My pictorial is an  homage to her sultry and soulful lyrics – My photos-her words. Shhhh. Your secrets are safe with me:) Promise! “Nobody does it better. Makes me feel sad for the rest. Nobody does it half as good as you. Baby, you’re the best. I wasn’t lookin’ but somehow you found me. It tried to hide from your love light. But like heaven above me The spy who loved me Is keepin’ all my secrets safe tonight.  And nobody does it better.  Though sometimes I wish someone could.  Nobody does it quite the way you do. Why’d you have to be so good? The way that you hold me  Whenever you hold me. There’s some kind of magic inside you.That keeps me from runnin’. But just keep it comin’. How’d you… ” Photography@RobertKerian Stylist @laroussian

Alfa Romeo Centauri

What happens when transatlantic flights are suspended due to the raging, worldwide  pandemic, unless you are one tough secret service agent or a superstar with  diplomatic immunity? I can’t disclose all my secrets now, but what I can do is stage a fashion photoshoot, with vintage Italian cars like a sweet tomato red Alfa Romeo, sprinkled with helicopters, future retro wardrobe from Pucci and Fendi, and a kick-ass attitude to boot. Here is my own reenactment of “The Woman from Uncle, ” the mysterious, gone rouge spy that loves all of you, often finding herself around the world on planes, trains, and super cool automobiles, on some impossible mission to better the world and humanity. God Bless the Bladerunners and Rebels with a cause, Lucky for you a good kind of cause and effect. Be Safe! Ciao…

photography @robertkerian styling @laroussian

September! I Remember…

If August was the month of last chances – September had better be memorable. As our planet is still turning on its axis, albeit slightly askew and with a wild twist due to the current state of world affairs – it is only a matter of time until the inevitable question clearly poses itself: what is one left with, after certain common liberties are taken away and life as we know it is placed on hold indefinitely? Freedom to travel as one chooses, disrupted work and family schedules, suspended cultural and sporting events, and humanity as a whole put under some kind of magic spell, not unlike “The Sleeping Beauty”, waiting to be kissed back to life, lust and evolution. I ask that same question – only to lead me to another reinvention of myself. As the creative director of my own artistic domain – I thrive on creation, collaboration, sparks of madness, joy, brilliance and sheer desire to spread the beauty and the transformative power all around me. My friends often call me an “Anomaly”, a being that is but shouldn’t really be– I feel like the Woman who fell to Earth, looking for my tribe of creatives and the place of belonging and acceptance, safety and freedom to be just the way the Universe created me to be. So without further ado – please meet Rachel, a gifted Bladerunner who finally remembers what happens in September! Shhhh… can you keep a secret, if I tell you where the spaceship is?…

Pris…Queen Of The Desert

Those who know me are familiar with my love for the California low desert, aka Palm Springs, where the sun shines brightly in the clear skies upon spectacular mountains and reflects in deep blue pools, chill like most of its inhabitants and admirers of all things retro cool. Being stuck in Cali is not such a bad thing after all, as I head out to L’Horizon for the weekend, the 1950’s desert gem for glamour and jetset playground of Hollywood A-listers and US Presidents alike. Originally designed in 1952 by W. Cody as a private family retreat for TV producer and oil tycoon Jack Wrather and his wife, actress Bonita “Bunny” Granville, setting foot on the property I feel like Priscilla, the Queen of the Desert. As I play along the shadows of its former guests like Betty Grable and Marilyn Monroe, and countless other luminaries, time travel seems like a snap of my fingers. Voila! So what do we do here aside from relaxing poolside and celebrity spotting? We shoot pictures and frolic in the rays of the Golden era! PS… call me Pris for short. C’mon! get happy:)

Z for Zorra – Zombie Hunter

Are Zombies even real, or are they simply metaphors for social disorders of each generation? Ironically, the world today is facing a viral pandemic, sweeping its way through each layer of socio-economical systems, leaving countries and their citizens in a dystopian disarray, and a grim sense of hopelessness for our global future as humans stand sadly more divided than united. I have no doubt that as senseless and random as death is, the human race will rise again to fight this oppressor and defend what is right, just and necessary in the name of love, beauty and honor, and everything amazing that is true. I, myself, head to the desert to hunt for the Zombies, invisible and unpredictable little monsters, dressed in my finest for the occasion – Fendi gold boots and McQueen white breeze of a dress, armed with a 9 MM Storm Beretta and a Remington Mesa 12 gauge shotgun. Scared? Don’t be – I’m here to protect and serve, ’cause Z stands for Zorra, the explorer of excellence. Be safe! Until then…

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