Fresh Paint

I love Cincinnati with all of my heart. Maybe loving this city comes a little easier to me because I wasn't born here.
 I haven't been itching to get out all of my life. I came from a city enriched in diversity, art, and an "anything goes" state of mind. That's Los Angeles for, you. I think it is what I took from that city that helped me to love the one I am currently in, much more. L.A. taught me to keep an open mind, yet Cincinnati gave me direction. California fortifies creativity while molding acceptance of everyone's creative differences. Ohio focuses on community not superficiality; it's helped deeply root the important things of life within me.

As I wander through Cincinnati (or anywhere for that matter), I'd like to think I keep an open mind/heart. I see this city's potential and I love that the people within it, and even around the world are beginning to notice it, too. 
My friend Sarah (whom you've seen before, here), and I roamed through the city's hidden gem: Northside. After going to a local record store, we were drawn to this brick-lined alley. As we were walking down it, men had just finished tagging the walls with graffiti. The smell of rain rolling in and fresh paint told us we were in the right spot, at the right time. 
I love adventuring with Sarah and picking at her pretty brain. 
Not only a gifted writer (please take a gander at her blog), but also talented behind the lens. 
 
In this post I'm wearing my Mom's vintage London Jean cut-offs and her old Doc Martens that I swear to you, make my life better. The Urban Outfitters muscle tee I'm wearing (similar here) with a cool, chained back piece was on sale for eight bucks! Then a Forever 21 Lace Maxi Cardigan, and Urban shades (similar here). 

Sarah also wrote a blog post on her perspective of the day. She is smart, delicate, and kind in every word she writes. Read her piece, "An Afternoon With Alexa."