Clashing Prints

Daughter of Summer,
Ninx

Long Weekend

Bits of my long weekend and I am a very happy girl because it just started and I am already having the time of my life.

Who on earth doesn't like long weekends? The luxury of rolling in bed until the afternoon without guilt eating you up one second after the other. The choice of either your bunny pajamas or the first swimsuit in sight. Bonding with your couch and remote control debating which to watch Cartoon Network or one of your favorite movies which you've seen countless times already. So, now, tell me, what is not to love?

One

Swimsuit from City of Vintage

Chasing Sunsets

One of the most beautiful sunsets I've seen.
Candelaria, Zambales.

Photographed by yours truly.

Summer's Daugther

The sky is blushing a strong shade of pink and purple, I taste a tinge of salt in the air. I rubbed my eyes as the wind blew particles of sand from my hair to my eyes. My boys running around barefoot where the water slightly tickles their toes, playing and dancing with abandon. From afar, half in the shade, half in what's remaining of the sun, my parents are laughing, jokes only they, the many years they spent together, understands. My sister with a good book, my brother's second bottle of cold beer. A dog, of course, a dog, which we still haven't decided as to what breed just yet. Worries, pangs and misgivings washed ashore. Carelessly surrendering the what-ifs, wantonly embracing the possibilities promised by the horizon. 

A stolen kiss, a long embrace and an assuring, comforting silence.

Him. Always him.


I am summer's daughter and that, that is my slice of paradise.

Photographed by: Mark Cantalejo

Misibis

   

My sister.
Misibis Bay.

Lowaii

I've been collecting swimsuits since time immemorial, by that I mean 7 - 8 years ago but my obsession with one-piece swimsuits started 4 years ago when I discovered that you don't necessarily have to bare it all just to prove that you're comfortable in your own skin.

Say Goodnight

Definitely a new favorite.

Tangerine

My sister.
Boracay.

Ambedo

 

ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.