Baltimore

Style

Style is a Virtue

Fashion can be bought and sold, but style is a priceless curation of experiences and confidence. —E²

AudacityOur Daily Tea

Judge not…

The difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment.— so said Someone Frank &  Egypt pondering sleep deprivation They

Mother

Goodnight My Sweet Song Bird

Buenos nochesmi pájaro de la canción sé que cuando me despiertoestará durmiendo.Así pues, otra vez digo a usted buenos noches.

Baltimore LivingHumanity

High off Metta ♥

A homeless man, woman, boy . . . girl: crack fiends and veterans alike . . . at every stoplight, every intersection. After the first winter I spent working in the frigid downtown harbor cold, I swear my heart sank the distance of the Bur Khalifa in Dubai, and has yet to rise again. The sad part, so much of the city—to no surprise—is so immune to seeing our Homeless that they do not even acknowledge the 14’esque year old boy bundled in a blanket in the old church doorway. The one with the giant floor-to-ceiling red doors, almost at the corner of Charles and Baltimore Street. No one notice the other boy with his head hung low as the light changes again with without a single care for his existence—and if they did they’ve made it their business not to show it.