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make it rain…online

In this day and age (Hey 2013!!!), is it enough to just dance anymore?  Maybe. But not for me…

Who thought (when they were six years old) that by the time the 2000’s rolled around, we’d by flying? Well, we’re not exactly flying, but thanks to the not-so recent advances in technology, we’re now able to make an appearance overseas without ever having to leave the comforts of our living rooms….jammies…or even kittens…

How old do I sound right now? I swear I’m still in my 20’s…

As far as I’m concerned, when it comes to finding work, self-promotion is JUST as important as quality studio-time. With the internet and social media making the once expansive world teeny-tiny, you can never really know who’s scouting you out (RIGHT NOW IN THIS VERY MOMENT) from the opposite side of the globe; so why would you not put yourself out there?

don't leave us!!!

don’t leave us!!!

There are so many free websites waiting for you to make one of their nine-million premade templates your new online-home; whether it be blog, personal website, or even video channel, there aren’t enough reasons to keep you from showing your face online. Consider this your personal invitation; please join me with an online presence that extends a smidge past Facebook and Twitter!

You can RSVP by checking out one of the following links:

www.weebly.com

www.wix.com

www.wordpress.com

www.youtube.com

www.vimeo.com

I’m not asking you to indulge us in all of your most personal information; I don’t actually want to steal your identity…

I do however want to know what makes you unique in a world of dance where everyone can essentially start to look the same. Even if you’re just starting out, creating a website sort of forces you to identify your niche. What about you is marketable? What are your strengths/weaknesses? When you’re forced to choose the content that essentially represents your “brand”, you quickly start to realize why you’re special, and why your skills are the bomb.com. Exuding confidence is always sexy…right?

Get sexy…Get online…Get a job!!!

Things to consider as you’re creating your page:

Language: Who’s your target audience? The content you choose should represent the people you’re speaking to—keep them in the loop with relevant lingo and an appropriate tone.
Just be honest: People can see right through disingenuous crapola within seconds of hitting “publish”. Don’t alienate your followers by trying to be anything you’re not.
Who are you?: If not your resume, find a way to share a brief bio with your community. Why should people care about you and what you do? This is your page to self-indulge, so…unapologetically Dyva-stomp all over the place.
-Reviews: Now it’s time to share what other people think of your work. It’s like once the hot girl gives the geek a chance, all the bitches want a piece. Not that you’re a geek…
-Multimedia: Now that you’ve shared in words why/how you make it rain glitter, and you’ve shared other people’s descriptions of your incredible rain-making skills…it’s now time to prove it. Post excerpts of work you’ve either created or have been in that demonstrate you’re the shiz.
Apologize: Wait…don’t do that. Never apologize. Be intentional. Be original.

Share: Let us know when your new sites are up and running!!!

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happy one year anny

So ummmm, well….HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!

I cannot believe it’s been an entire year since This is Major started filling your inbox, cray-zay!!! Thank you all for reading my posts every week, thank you for all of your honest feedback, and thank you all for joining the Dyva-army!

I feel like now’s an appropriate time to share a little insight into why I started this blog in the first place…a year in, I guess it’s about time I put out

Note: most of this has nothing to do with dance…some of it does…uhmmm enjoy!

So it was around this time last year that I became obsessed with reading blogs, my favorite blog was The Life & Lessons of Rachel Wilkerson (now inactive), a fellow Spartan that I’ve mentioned a few times in previous posts. I found such a home in her random stories, as they felt so familiar to life I was living in Brockport (…my version was just a little more G-rated…), and in my weakest moments, I found solace in knowing that my path wasn’t necessarily unique—I wasn’t actually alone.

Similar to Rachel, I struggled with my weight for most of my life; when I graduated high school and then again from Michigan State University, I weighed close to 200 pounds, and I could fluctuate up or down 30 pounds any given year…not healthy…

hey me.

hey me.

As we’ve talked about before, my days as a dancer are spent standing in front of a full-length mirror just trying to get better; with this being said, most of my life was also spent under the bribe that if I lost ten pounds (when I actually had 60 to lose), some desired dance-reward would follow.

If you lose ten pounds, you could win a platinum medal at the next dance competition.
If you lose ten pounds, you could even place first overall.
If you lose ten pounds, you could be accepted at x-university.
If you lose ten pounds, awesome-choreographer will cast you in their next piece.
If you lose ten pounds, you’ll get a job with x-company.

Holy hell…why couldn’t I just lose those frickin ten pounds!?!?!??

Well I’ve lost about 50 pounds in total thus far, but so much more than the size of my dance pants has transformed; I finally found my voice.

Hey me, again!

Hey me, again!

Ok, yay for me…let’s bring things full circle, shall we?

I was spending hours of my life reading Rachel’s blog, feeling like we were meant to be best friends…but in reality, this chick didn’t actually know I exist ( and still doesn’t), yet I was changing my life because of her words (…initially…). I started thinking, if this girl could have such an impact on my life, why couldn’t I do the same for some stranger that I would never meet?

We’ve already established that I’m an attention whore…I WANT TO CHANGE SOMEBODY’S LIFE!!!

I wanted to create a blog that was written for my people, people who were experiencing the same things I was experiencing on a daily basis. I wanted to form a network where people from the dance community could not only connect with one another, but with outsiders as well; I aspire(d) to serve as the liaison between our world of concert dance and everyone else. I believe in dance advocacy (I know, I just blew your mind), and I love knowing that my dad can relate to what I’m talking about without actually knowing what I’m talking about (“I’m a modern dancer…I’m a kumquat!”) But seriously, how cool would it be if my review of Jonah Bokaer’s show inspires Ordinary Person to purchase tickets for his next performance at the Joyce?

That would be pretty cool.

So in conclusion, I’ve spent this past year writing posts that are based on real events from my dance life, hoping that something (anything) resonates with your life…even if it’s just the title. I love connecting with people and I hope that at some point you’ve realized through reading my blog that even when you feel the most alone, you’re never actually. Again, I appreciate your support throughout these past 365 days—through the ups and the downs (…sorry about last week…), and I’m ecstatic to see where we go in the next 365!

Happy Holidays! (we survived the apocalypse!!!)

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auditions ain’t a thang

Auditions. Some dancers love them, some (most) dancers hate them, either way, we all face them.

It goes without saying…or at least it should, that RABs are always lurking around the corner, but that aside, how do Dyva’s survive the audition process?

Look no further, I will tell you…

The Dyva’s Survival Guide for Auditions:

The first step is home preparation. You know that any audition is going to conjure up some nervous energy, so spend the night before preparing anything and everything you may need for the big day: snacks, water, your resume, a pen, clothes you feel good dancing in, a change of clothes, shoes (tap, jazz, pointe, sneakers), DO for your B.O, your IPod and headphones…and of course, bright lipstick. **I forgot lipstick at my last audition earlier this week actually…and I definitely didn’t perform at my best…I’m just saying….

I’d rather be over-prepared than seizing in the corner with anxiety because I forgot my ballet shoes on my bedroom floor under the pile of dirty clothes (…true story for 17 year-old Nicole…) Put in the necessary time to make sure you’ve checked your bag for all of the essentials before you even go to bed.

Dyvas on Dyvas on Dyvas

Dyvas on Dyvas on Dyvas

So let’s say it’s the day of the audition, do yourself a favor and eat something…quality food please. Keep it clean so you don’t feel weighed down. Keep it substantial so you don’t feel famished by the time you hear “5-6-7-8”. Just keep it classy…I mean nourished…keep it nourished.

Breakfast: oatmeal with half a banana, almond butter, chopped dates, butterscotch chips, a shimmy of cinnamon, and brown sugar.
Lunch: Egg salad with avocado (wholly guacamole 100 cal packets instead of mayo) on two pieces of whole wheat bread, and some crunchy veggies.
Snack: Small apple with a handful of almonds or roasted chickpeas.
Dinner: Salmon with pesto and Parmesan cheese, and a side of steamed green beans.

There…now no matter what time of day you’re auditioning, you have no excuse not to eat healthy.

An hour before the audition:
Stop freaking out. Clap your hands in front of your face three times, and realize that in that particular moment, you have absolutely NO control over what will happen 60 minutes in the future. Make sure to give yourself ample time to warm up and physically prepare for whatever might be thrown at you. If you’re a yogi, see you in downward dog…if you’re a bunhead, see you at the barre…if you’re a RAB, go to hell. Trust your facility, and know that whatever happens…it’s going to be great!!! (…my motto for 2012…)

AUDITION TIME!!!
Take everything in stride, and do your best to stay focused. I find that the less time I spend glancing around worrying about what everybody else looks like, the more time I can invest in just picking up the information as fast as possible. Keep breathing, and never be afraid to stand out. **Try to use your context clues if you’re unsure about something: there’s never any harm in asking questions, but if it’s something you can figure out by observing others (…not judging), do that instead. It’s always better to stand out for your dancing (and lipstick), rather than your laundry list of questions and insecurities.

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Now, what do I look for when I’m on the other side of the audition looking to cast dancers?

  1. Confidence: Don’t be afraid to stand in the front row. It’s important to make your face seen, but don’t be too pushy; there’s a fine line between throwing elbows for the front row and being noticed because of your incredible skill and unique presence.
  2. Stylistic Compatibility: Will your dancing fit the needs of my choreography for this specific project? I’m not going to cast a dancer with an affinity for lightness and free-flow if I’m looking to make a grounded hip-hop piece with bound flow…  (…wait…picture Balanchine tutting…you’re welcome…)
  3. Your Reputation. Never forget how small the dance community is; we all talk. Be a professional: show up on time, show up prepared, and keep the talking to a minimum. Don’t make me blackball you… (I WOULD NEVER!…)
  4. Our relationship. Have we met? Have we worked together before? Do we have matching friendship bracelets?
  5. Scheduling: Sometimes timing just isn’t right. Nothing personal and no hard feelings.

Moral of the story: go in and do the job to the best of your ability. If you have a genuine interest in the project and are a good fit for the choreography, you can rest assured that if it’s meant to happen…it’ll happen.

May the odds be ever in your favor, Dyva!

MERDE ALERT!!!!

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flecks of thanks!

I was told a few weeks ago that through good times and bad, life should be experienced through a “Thankful Heart”.

This got me thinking, I’ve thought/talked about things I’ve wanted/needed/aspired to become/hated, but I’ve never shared what I’m thankful for within our glitterific community of dance and awesomeness…

Since it’s the day before Thanksgiving, and I’m sure plenty (most) of you are thinking less about undercurves and more about how much food your stomach can hold in 24 hours, I thought I’d share my Thankful Heart with all of you:

1. I’m thankful for the people who believe in me even when I stutter, spell incorrectly, fall on my face (literally…improv is hard), and awkwardly blog about them.

2. I’m thankful for people like this (Introducing: Kendra Portier) who inspire me to find my own voice and then love it for what it is.

3. I’m thankful for the opportunities and experiences that I’m not always certain I deserve…like being allowed to teach my version of head/shoulders/knees/toes to some of the most amazing dancers (and getting paid for it…)

4. I’m thankful for Britney Spears, the woman who taught me how to be unapologetically fierce (circa 2002…obviously).

5. I’m thankful that this guy decided to give me the permission to just say yes! (…and to BDF for accepting me into their program so that I could meet this guy…)

6. I’m thankful for sports bras.

7. I’m thankful that in a world full of “aesthetics” and “ideals”, every single one of us has a place if we choose to own it.

8. I’m thankful for this tiny community of dance. In an environment where you don’t know a soul, you quickly realize that it’s a lie, and that you’re actually back home with old friends.

9. I’m thankful for my Grandpa-Kaplan who claims to have taught me all of my “cool moves”…apparently without him, I wouldn’t be here…

10. And finally, I’m thankful that you people find me interesting enough to read my blog about sports bras and tendus week after week. THANK YOU!

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thesis pieces

What have I been doing since August you ask? Just working on the choreographic portion of my thesis…you know, it’s no big deal, really…

There have been moments where I’d rather submit this for a grade…

casual apple crisp

Or even this…

stress baking much?

…instead of a fierce-ass dance glitterfest…but unfortunately the glitterfest is what’s required from an MFA candidate at Brockport, and even though I bake really really well, it didn’t appear that I had much of a choice…

So late August, I returned from Maine and immediately faced my darkest daemons, I started the rehearsal process for the biggest project of my career thus far…

DUN DUN DUN

(…I actually am this dramatic in real life…just consider it part of my charm)

Anyways, I had two weeks to create enough of a rough skeleton that once classes started, I could hold bi-weekly rehearsals without wanting to purposely trip in rush-hour traffic. The only thing I knew going into this adventure was that I wanted there to be lots of partnering, and that it needed to be ridiculous…in a good way.

It’s now two months later and my thesis goes up for final evaluation in a week. If nothing else, THAT’S ridiculous.

So now that I can start to sort of see the light at the end of this short tunnel, I think I’d like to share a few things about this process, all unrelated of course…

Let’s start with the creative process:

Like I said earlier, I knew I wanted tons of partnering, but I also knew I couldn’t pre-choreograph any of that magic; so I made games, or rather borrowed games from the partnering class I took at Bates, and put a lot of faith into my stunning and crazy-smart cast of eight. Lucky for you, I’m willing to share some of those ideas:

  1. Teach a phrase (the “OG phrase”) and then pair off…
  2. One person performs the phrase while other dances in their negative space, switch roles. This essentially yields two new solos in addition to the OG phrase.
  3. Make a grid of body parts for ‘person one’ and ‘person two’ individually. While performing both new solos simultaneously, dancers must make points of contact as grid indicates. Voila, weight sharing duets.
  4. Perform the OG phrase as a collective group. (So one person at a time is executing a specific part of the phrase while the rest of the group supports the movement
  5. Pair off again, take segments of the OG phrase and perform as a partnering duet…whatever that means to you.

The list truly goes on and on, and once these games finally came to an end for our process, we literally had enough material for at least four dances.

I don’t know if these last two years at Brockport were just an annoying dry-spell or what, but this dance just sort of fell into my lap and I couldn’t be happier. We’ve been making consistent changes week by week (like cutting out an entire song a week ago…), and I don’t actually think the process is over, or even near finished…but I’m honestly so proud of the work that’s accumulated and am thrilled to finally see it produced on stage.

Next: The first annual Rochester Fringe Festival

So, a few weeks ago (later September), I unofficially premiered the work at the Rochester Fringe Festival. It was a free event and an informal showing, but my babies rocked it so hard, it hurt.

*I should also say this, there’s a few moments in the dance that are reminiscent of Harry Potter and Malfoy wand-battling on the dining room table at Hogwarts. That aside, there was something about the performance in this space that limited my thinking to Dementors…apparently I made an 18 minute dance about Harry Potter and Dementors. You are welcome.*

just my thesis…

In all seriousness, it was an honor and a privilege to be a part of something so artistic and community based, as I value taking complex “things” and making them generally accessible; it was such an incredible opportunity to take my version of concert dance and share it with the local community. It wasn’t a perfect space for this dance (claustrophobic doesn’t even begin to describe it), but the day couldn’t have been more perfect…make sense?

And finally, shall we address my mental state?

I’ll start by saying, the dance is a narrative of one’s mind at work…the affects/effects (both…?) of the ego and how dissociation from one’s self-imposed narrative can actually be liberating and life changing. It’s essentially a mind-map of the mind…trippy and so relative.

I really was surprised at how “easily” the dance took shape; it was definitely a ton of hard work, but once I stopped standing in my own way, I managed to make a piece that I loved. With all of this being said, I’m now in this weird limbo of newfound confidence and familiar insecurity (mostly because in the back of my mind I know that in a few months I’m back to the bottom of someone’s totem pole).

In conclusion:

I think part of the reason I was hesitant to blog these past several weeks was because I didn’t think I could justify offering advice on anything when I was begging for advice on everything. I then got a friendly reminder from Ms. Weight Sensing that these are the moments and the reasons for having a blog; without sharing my stories, I risk leaving somebody out there, maybe even you, feeling isolated in a similar experience. Know that you are not alone, I too am a psycho, and we will get through this together.

It’s going to be great!

I leave you with the following, a little ditty Dumbledore shared with me yesterday…

 Sorry Feminists (…I died…)

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Kyle Abraham…you are a man-Dyva

Live! The Realest MC explored the concept of acceptance.
Through the investigation of gender roles, where the “women are strong and the men are good looking” (couldn’t have been more true), and the idea that sometimes going unnoticed is better than facing society’s ideals and expectations, Abraham’s company offered such a powerful performance through movement and media alike. At one point in the middle of the performance, I came back to myself and realized that I was literally almost biting through my lip.
I myself have only ever experienced bullying at home, in the form of my three older brothers not allowing me play mini-sticks with them in the basement; nonetheless, I found there to be such a pure, visceral representation of how not fitting in can feel dangerously isolating at times.
As a black man growing up in a culture where certain values were imposed and assumed, Abraham felt the pressures to conceal his homosexual identity behind a hyper-masculine persona. He felt that it was necessary to hide his-inner glitter (literally…read below) in order to avoid conflict and harassment.
Large projections of two boys holding hands being chased by a large/screaming group of boys, repeated over and over again.
A white woman teaching “hip-hop moves” and “hip-hop culture” assaulted our eyeballs for a good five minutes.
Good Lord.
There is such a strong presence of hip-hop in Abraham’s movement vocabulary that the Adidas track suits and glitter embellishments on the costumes weren’t entirely off-putting. (I also just love a good track suit). His quick…and I mean super-speedy choreography was so alarming at times, I found myself holding my breath and waiting for stillness. Facing the front, the audience was faced with blinding glitter-tops that the dancers adorned, once facing the back however, the costumes muted into simple black; the switch between sparkles (the idea of “realness”) and black (conforming to society) happened so rapidly that it quickly became obvious…when you’re hiding your true self from the people around you, there’s no time to be still…you risk being outed.
From the audience’s perspective, glimpses of the glitter would appear when the dancers would violently commit to their choreography; the glitter, YOUR glitter can never actually be stifled entirely. Lesson learned.
The performance was undeniably moving and thought-provoking, something so lively and strong with such an emotional bottom-line left you feeling either receptive and totally in it to win it, or entirely overwhelmed. I myself, identified so strongly with the movement vocabulary that my overall experience was staggering–staggering to the point that I wasn’t able to sleep that night. We have all experienced what it feels like to just not fit in, to feel entirely alien within your own home; Abraham’s exploration was so true to his nature that it the thought of not wearing your glitter with pride, seems absolutely ludicrous.
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good news alert…I’m back!

So since my last post in June, I’ve found myself extremely busy with the final stages of losing my mind (officially…we all saw that coming…), I ugly cried several times in several mirrors, I met an Albanian popstar, I read several trashy novels, and eventually, I found myself standing (confidently) back on my own two feet.

What a trip.

I’m currently sitting here in Lewiston Maine, in a tiny little dorm room (hey Small House) at Bates Dance Festival. You should know that there is glitter (or what appears to be glitter) literally embedded in the streets; they must have known I was coming!

I’d be lying to you if I said I wasn’t nervous; I have such mixed emotions that I’m not quite sure which ones I want to own and commit to just yet. Part of me feels pressure to network and get my name out to anyone who will listen, who knows what opportunities await just around the corner??? Part of me wants to sit outside under a tree and ignore the world while I self indulge in my own version of Eat Pray Love. Part of me wants to cry because that’s what I do when I feel overwhelmed with any sort of emotion. Most of me however, just wants to take it all in as it happens–which is what 97% of me has decided to do. Baby steps, people.

As far as I can tell in the short time I’ve been here, Bates supplies an eclectic mix of Dyvas and RAB’s alike. What we all share in common however, is our walk: super erect upper bodies with loose (kind of flailing) lower bodies. It doesn’t matter which end of the personality spectrum one falls in, it’s like a stampede of glittery egos walking to and from the dining hall, day in and day out. The differentiating characteristic amongst us exists in the eye contact, some bitches can’t bother actually looking you in the eye and instead choose to just ignore the fact that you’re standing right in front of them–the rest of the Dyvas can’t wait to smile and say HELLO.

Hello.

I’ve decided that aside from Dyva-stomping all over the northeast, my plan for the next three weeks is to take a few dance classes (this place truly is heaven), see a few shows (Kyle Abraham, Kate Weare, Keigwin…), write a few blogs (…I’m back!!!), and most importantly, take a few minutes to myself each and every day. I view this experience as an opportunity to practice and instill balance within an environment, similar to Brockport, where opportunities are endless.

The name of the game, Balance Bitches.

Essentially the summer months symbolize the beginning of a new year for the dance community, so here’s to new beginnings and new experiences. I’ve got my game face on (i.e. bright lipstick) and I’m ready to make some serious waves.

*I’ll be posting from my iPad these next few weeks—the same iPad that apparently doesn’t want me to load any pictures into my posts…*

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Performance Identity

Have you ever thought about the type of performer you tend to be? Rehearsal performer, stage performer or just a boss-performer that can do it all?

I performed a piece this last weekend in the final concert of the semester, and as I tried to regulate my breathing backstage before I even went on stage, it hit me…I’m a rehearsal performer.

you betta worque.

I’m strong, reliable and consistent…in rehearsals; the second you add lights, costumes and an audience in the house however, I kind of freak out. I still deliver, but the quality of my overall enjoyment declines ever so…ok, not so slightly. I have performance anxiety like crazy. I don’t enjoy the experience at all until after it’s over; it’s like my adrenaline is on a stage-delay, and it isn’t until the second I step off the stage that I’m ready to rage.

The opposite performer, the stage performer, is not always the easiest person to work with throughout the rehearsal process. This type of performer knows the movement, but doesn’t always do it consistent, correct or even full-out. But once this performer steps on stage however, you better watch out because none of that even matters. This Dyva thrives under the lights and never misses a beat.

The best performer, the boss-performer can do it all. Fully engaged and “on” in rehearsals, fully engaged and “on” on stage.

This bitch owns his or her experience either way, and can control their energy regardless of how many people are watching.

After deep, late-night contemplation, I think one’s performer-self is definitely a fluid-identity. I used to be a performer-bitch, always on. I never thought twice about working my ass off in rehearsal, and even better if there was an audience for me to show off for. I don’t know what happened between my senior year of high school and now, maybe it’s the new venue…my gummy smile might be a bit much for the intelligent stages of concert dance, or maybe it won’t. I just don’t do it.

Even my rehearsal-performance has changed over the years. I still go hard like back in the day, but I’m also doubly-busy in my everyday life; sometimes I wonder what rehearsal from 8-10pm on a Monday night would feel like if I hadn’t already been in the same building since 7:30am moving nonstop. Yes I’m consistent, but I’m also just fricking exhausted.

Can anyone relate to all of this crazy?—Or am I just a crazy?

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Owning my inner RAB

So as the semester quickly winds down, I’m just as quickly losing my mind. While I’d love to say that I’ve conquered the aesthetic of cool at this point in my life, I’m pretty certain that in this past week (regardless of what my posts may have been indicating), I’ve been more of an RAB than anything else; this post is me owning it. I’ve definitely taken the time (all of last weekend) to veg out on the couch with Tyra, but sometimes life gets the best of you, and simple reminders are all you need to bring yourself back to the good side.

So in the spirit of finals season, I offer to you some of the more sane ghosts of This is Major’s past…consider these your simple reminders.

How to be a Dyva

Conquering Deadlines 

Dance Family Love

Why you should make friendship bracelets

And how to OWN whatever it is you’re doing

Actress Tyra Banks at the 2000 Cannes Film Fes...

Wink.

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friendship circle

Professional networking doesn’t always have to be amongst strangers; some of the most beneficial and lasting networking opportunities come within the circle of friends that you already have. So take a look around and appreciate your nearest and dearest for all of the fabulous and potential opportunities they have to offer.

Abbey Lee Moore for example, an aspiring photographer happens to be my wife. I met her in my first modern technique class (from Sher-Bear), my junior year at MSU. At the time, I just stalked her facebook pics on the reg to gawk at how awesome her crazy-artsy life appeared to be, I knew instantly that we needed to be friends. As she explains here on her blog, I simply just asked to be best friends one day, and she agreed. (mutual-crush-alert!!!) The rest is pretty much history.

I was recently looking to get some new headshots for my fast approaching future, and rather than looking far and wide for a photographer that I may or may not be happy with, or even comfortable posing for, I turned to someone whom I already knew and trusted.  I decided that Spring Break (St. Patty’s weekend) would be a perfect time to meet up with my long-distant friend for both a catch-up session and photo shoot; she loves to take pictures, I love to pose for them…and we both love to talk.

Abbey recently moved to Milwaukee from East Lansing, and has started her own freelance photography business that is rapidly growing with each passing day.  I’m not joking when I say that there is something incredibly magical about this girl; her positive energy and charismatic nature is not only contagious, but has karma wrapped around her pretty little fingers. I’m positive that she will have a successful and beautiful life, and am so honored to have her in mine.

Here’s a sneak peak look at our pensive-shoot together!

not sure I was actually laughing...production magic...

glitter alert!!!

Don’t forget to embrace, appreciate and utilize everything your circle has to offer. Even more important to keep in mind, Dyva’s always share; maintain a humble willingness to offer your flair whenever those opportunities present themselves—community glitterfests are way better than solo-fests!!!

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