Being trapped in a goddess body using my sexuality as a means to gain power, but still too afraid to let it rip because I care so much about what other people think, would just kill my already fragile ego. So I'm trying to walk on the fine edge between the erotica & art to gain approval of both camps. At the same time, getting my weekly fix of love wrapped up in the admiration from yet another photographer as a substitute for love I craved as a child. Keep rebuilding my ego, over and over, scared shitless of a negative review or a comment on social media. Not finding the courage to be the biggest attention whore, because I'm still trying to stay the whitest of art brides.
SAY AGAIN? "Do you wanna direct a music video?" Eight days before leaving for my second trip to LA this year, Caleigh proposed a question that would have seemed absurd, let along impossible, to be carried out in 8+ days thereabout. "Uhhhh, giddy up! Wait, what?" I had directed small product commercials for years, and had talked about getting into music videos, but timing amongst everything else never seemed to be in my favor. Enter The Bird's Eye.
If you've been following our Summer images and life post-Covid you've noticed SoHo still reigns Supreme. However, as a final tribute to the legendary area KARJAKA features The Love Coach Jimmy Allen, styled luxuriously by Tavia Sharp, donned in floral & fun to bring out the best you in mind, spirit & body before we head back in to the studio for the winter.
On the Streets of any city there's a story to be told. But on the now bustling streets of NYC there's always something new to be said, no matter how old or how many times I've visited those paved pathways, they always lead to that next glorious frame. Kat + KARJAKA explore Soho and the dying of the light, as the blonde bomb causes a spectacle and the two collaborators giggle in the face of a Dylan Thomas poem.
Forget forcing the issue, let's go absurd for a moment. Dare to try with us as we use other senses to explore life outside of preordained ways of being. Rather than getting wrapped up on what has to happen, or being consumed by how something should look in an image or experience, let's let go of control, just for a moment if you will and explore the unknown.
Artists are always pushing the boundaries. Crossing lines, testing the edge, diving in head first with complete and utter disregard. It takes a bold mind to step out into the unknown. For us at KARJAKA we're always looking into new market places, and our July edition features an art haven that's quintessential New York, The Hamptons.
As you might have noticed, or perhaps not, it's been a minute since our last edition. With the states finally opening up, Summer street and studio session have been in full force. Pepper in a few commercial fashion and food campaigns to boot, prepping KNY's Hamptons edition coming out next month (one you won't want to miss), we thought we'd slow it down just a bit for this edition in the studio with Kat, Russ, Karjaka and choice.
First thing, we start with is an onboarding process, where we’ll take you through a fitness assessment. We go over where your fitness levels are at, what you can and can’t do, and discuss any injuries you may have. We do a video call and I take you through a few exercises, based on where you’re at and what equipment you have available, we’ll write a custom training program just for you. I’ll get you set up in my training app where everything is mapped out for you including videos, sets/reps, etc. where you can input your weekly workouts so we can see how you’re progressing...
“Go to school, graduate, get a job, work your way up, and maybe one day you’ll start your own business”… these seemed like the most logical and viable steps to take through life. Up until 2020, everything was going to plan; I had good job offers lined up for once I graduated from Parsons School of Design. I felt confident I was on the right path, to one day, having gained enough experience and some courage, to potentially start my own brand.
I was a lonely kid. I remember in the early 80s turning the key to my mom's front door and wishing I’d open it to find a house full of people. But it was just me in the afternoons. I had no siblings, my parents were divorced, and my mom worked a corporate job to support us. I spent after school watching cartoons or playing video games alone.