AliaOfTheKnife

I’m not an artist. I’m not a writer. I’m not an actress. I’m not a producer. I’m not a chef. I’m not an entrepreneur. I’m not a butcher, a baker, or a candlestick maker. I’m not even employed, not anymore. I have nothing of value, save for my car. I’ve made things, but nothing you’ve seen or heard of, most likely. My greatest feats are prefaced with somedays. My accomplishments are piles of potential. I’m no poet. I’m no savior. So what am i? What is mine? I’m a girlfriend. I’m a friend. I’m an ex-girlfriend, and an altogether too unfor

I haven't written a journal entry in a while, so I thought I'd post a little update. I'm glad so many people are loving the Valentine's Day pictures. While we didn't really have enough time to market the cards like we wanted, Rachel and I are glad to share them with you all. Because love knows no season, yes? Yes. So, what's next? Well, there is always more to come. We are planning shoots with the lovely Sally Blottiaux as well as new photographers, as soon as we can find the time! Hopefully by the end of summer we will be bursting with new content. Elanor is also working on some voiceovers for a fan-made computer game tribute, maybe we'll s

I've been having such a time trying to get something new in the hopper in terms of my art. Maybe I feel like I have no stories to tell. Maybe I feel like I'm not the one to tell them. In any case, I fell in love for the first time a couple months ago. Maybe for the last time. There's always a story in that, isn't there? Anyhow, I somehow got it into my brain to write out my beauty routine, the full works, which I do quite often, which I always do when I'm going to spend time with the man I love. I took a break from writing it out to add this journal entry. Something about it is so grinding and depressive. Repetitive, selfish, slow, and obses