Cosmic Impact

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“Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.”*

By The Light

Today we'll use this sparkly ensemble as a metaphor. I mean, why wouldn't we - it's like Beyonce's 711 video embodied in a dress. In. A. Dress.

Spinning. Hands Up.

And besides, these star filled sequins swirls are reflective of what's happening in my brain right now.

Head firmly planted on a cloud.

Trust me: I had my palm read, it's all Saturn, had my chart read, well you know about Jupiter and I, and took a minute with the moon, per ushe.

Head line firmly planted on the ground. (Just ask my friend Mack.)

And while the Sun sets with Neptune I'm making a cosmic and real life trip over to Austin this week for a little reflection time and future pop-up gallery scouting for the new boss man.

But in the meantime, I'm at the End of the World, New Orleans, Louisiana. It's actually called that. The guy by the tracks told me so right before snapping these photos.

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Want to make your own impact? Voila. Shop it star style.

*opening quote Haruki Murakami