Sunday, March 1, 2015

Savannah Stopover V

A year ago I documented bits and pieces from the Savannah Stopover festival. What is the Stopover? Savannah Stopover Music Festival capitalizes on the logistic of Savannah, Georgia’s proximity to interstates 95 and 10 by presenting traveling musicians with a welcoming place to play en route to Austin's prestigious SXSW Music Conference.

This year I was assigned to document all of our local bands for Do Savannah. Twenty different acts posed in front of my lens and I learned so much about my craft and the human spirit. I will always be grateful for the experience. 

Sharing a few of my favorites that did not make it to print and if you ever find yourself looking a for a good music festival may I suggest Savannah Stopover.

Black Water Choir

Wave Slaves

Crazy Bag Lady

A.M. Rodriguez


Boy Harsher


Wet Socks


Velvet Caravan

Saint Corsair

Heavy Boots



Tuesday, January 20, 2015


Last night under the covers I felt the winter's cold in my bones...winter is cruel to my senses and it violates all my sensibilities. I kept rubbing my feet like most grasshoppers do in the summertime. My knitted socks produced enough electricity to remind me you were laying right next to me and that I should seek for shelter. Afterall isn't that what grasshoppers do...

Monday, December 15, 2014

End of Fall...

Linzer cookies and cappuccinos serve as sustainment as I am traveling and moving around the universe. Winter is slowly creeping in and I can feel it deep down on my bones but the music that surrounds me grow like wild roses through my ribcage keeping me warm. The holiday season holds so much magic. A combination of joy and melancholia which confuses my already weak heart. Holding onto myself so my soul don't fly away like the leaves on my magnolia tree... 

While waiting for all the stars to be aligned and show me the direction...
I continue to create and wander...

Model: Amy H.
Photography & Headpiece: Adriana Iris

Thanks Amy can't wait to see what we create in 2015. 

From Savannah, GA best wishes and hope you are enjoying the holiday season.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Just Because...

Trophy Wives

American Hologram

Recreation The Band Cover Album art

Pretty things and people I've seen while documenting my own existence because I know life is short. 

My favorite poem at the moment because I am such a sap.

Poem by Pablo Neruda 
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you; 
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; 
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. 

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Halloween Inspired...

Many times I am inspired by someone perhaps something they did or said and that person doesn't even know it. 
As if guarding a secret I use the inspiration to take me to places in my mind where I have not been.

I've been living life to the fullest and became my own lover. 
I must admit... I am a damn good lover.
I have laughed with many strangers and traded many stories. 
The city at the moment rages around me but I've built space where I find silence...stillness.  
I can't seem to forget that I was bred by Yemaya, the African drum, magic and witchcraft.

Then... there is the nighttime. The moon that feeds my creative soul. The ghosts that try to creep in. 
Haunting monsters that only reside within but I am always ready for a good battle.

*Four girls ran around a haunted house with a camera and this is what we created...

Haunted House Shoot

Models:  Blair B, Carolyn A, Laura Y.
MUAH: Sarah Cuda
Photography: Adriana I
Location: Hilton Head Firefighters Haunted House.


Happy Halloween everyone...

Monday, September 22, 2014


When I wrote my last words here it was summer... Today it's autumn. At the beginning of the month I heard over the news that an Alpha female wolf had been shot and killed from the air. "A Huckleberry Pack has been feeding on sheep being raised on private forest lands in northern Stevens County in Washington - said the news reporter." The only wolf killed was the Alpha female shot from a helicopter by a federal contractor. 

From up in the air they could not tell it was the Alpha.
From down on the ground I was inspired.

She Wolf
Models: Vy D. , Elaine H.
MUA: Megan G.
Photo & Styling: Adriana I.

Thanks Vy, Elaine and Megan.

A life in harmony with nature, the love of truth and virtue, will purge the eyes to understanding her text.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Castles In the Sky...

I have chosen exhilaration over comfort many times. Free falling I close my eyes and enjoy the ride. Everyday I wish to create magic not certain I only trust intuition. Unapologetic, I own my reality with my head up high and my spirit free. 

There was once a country of honey
With roofs color vermilion
Where I was a queen, and he was the king
In a kingdom of love stories
My magical castle in the air...

Castle in the sky...

Model: Amelia J.
MUA: Emily W.
Location: Castle
Photography: Adriana I.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Belated Birthday...

I began writing this post on August 10th...

On my birthday I went out to take a few photos. We had a shoot scheduled at another location and some magical theme planned but the day before most of Savannah was flooded. Expecting more rain on my birthday I drove to the top floor of a parking garage.
There at a garage parking lot with a model and 20 yards of tulle we shot. This is the outcome...

City Of Angels
Model: Ashlee C
Photography and Dress: Adriana Iris

August 10th...
Today would be the birthday of an ordinary girl from an ordinary place in no special time. Today is the day where she believes she was born. On a tiny place where most cartographers forget to point out. So tiny you need a magnifying glass. Today is the day where a girl declares her existence. She goes around proudly poor documenting her surroundings as if the images fed her anything other than her soul. Her mouth sings in the winter many summertime songs and in the summer she sings wintertime songs just to be original. Today would be the birthday of an ordinary girl from an ordinary place in no special time.

Monday, July 28, 2014

A Tribe Called Women...

This blog post began on July the 20th of 2014. I was inspired by Brooke Shield's old movies Pretty Baby and The Blue Lagoon that would be my point of origin but the shoot fell flat. It was cloudy, rainy and I felt it had no dimension. Or maybe I had no dimension at the moment. At times I wonder if I am solar powered. My Pretty Baby was more like a scene of Rosemary's Baby and my Blue Lagoon was more like the Black Lagoon...
Unconciously... I deleted the files only keeping 3 images and I begged Amy to reshoot. 

I gave her the excuse that most give... It's not you... It's me.
She asked "Are you breaking up with me?!"
To which I quickly reply  "No, I just need a break".
And a break I took...

:::Enter Deedee:::
There are people that come into your life and without any explanation they enhace your life and reality bring happiness and laughter as if breathing life into you. There are beings that come into our lives and turn a dull day into nothing but beauty... That's Deedee. A tribal dance teacher and my make up artist for many of my shoots. A single mom finishing her Masters degree... she is perfect.

:::Thank You:::
Amy thank you for whispering the words primtive and Niema and for the many lessons.
Niema thank you for your vulnerability and spirit. I am honored.

I, now proudly present to you the production and creation of a small tribe of women...

The Tribe...
Models : Amy H., Niema R.
MUAH & Styling : Deedee C.
Photography: Adriana Iris
Location: Our Village aka Savvy, GA

“It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman...
Maya Angelou