We Belong Together

We belong together if you have embraced being wild.

We belong together if you’ve got soul.

We belong together if you are thinking, right now, is she really referencing that totally lame Mariah Carey song by the same name? (And I am not. Although we all have to have a moment of silence for the incredible voice that is that woman’s, and shed a tear over all the wonderful music she didn’t make with it.)

We belong together if you’ve ever dreamt of running away into the forest to find yourself,

or taking a vacation by yourself to soul-search.

We belong together if you think the ocean is magical,

dance in front of the bathroom mirror to Florence and the Machine, sing along to Duffy, kind of worship Coeur de Pirate, love Bon Iver,

believe in documenting and preserving your life on not an iPhone,

are haunted by unique art, even if you’re not sure if you hate it or adore it

love the unexpected turns your life takes–

surprises, you love them.

You hate the word hubby. Okay, I can accept that it might just be me that hates that word. Also, chevron. Is that okay? Can I say I hate chevron?

We belong together if creativity is an essential part of you–you’re an artist of sorts,

a musician, food stylist, writer, or general free spirit extraordinaire.

You live life authentically, and you keep it real above all else.

You, you’re unique. You have a wild soul and hair to match.

I want to photograph you.

Wanna?

*photos above of the lovely Carly, taken at the White Tie Ball, a smashing event for abuse prevention.