Fluorescent Label

I wonder which is preferable - to walk around all your life swollen up with your secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word  of them, so at the end you're depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin - everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone - and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?

What have we done...

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.


We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.


We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space.


We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

...eyes with wonder

Stuff your eyes with wonder.
Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.
See the world.
It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

Tiny Like A Lion

a storm. a tiny girl.
a tiny piece of sea-glass caught in her heart.
eyes opening and limbs unfolding, akin to newborn deer.
lungs dancing like ghost swans; warm breath melting iced veins.
now everything was beautiful, less distant.
dreams resumed once sleep returned, like the songbirds in spring.
unrelenting, this feeling grows, and it is stronger than a lion.

Gypsy Viola

Gypsy Viola

by: Tom Yak - Electric Tattoo

Say hello to Viola. The newest permanent member of my tattoo family. She's fresh and new and bears lots of meaning. In fact, every detail actually represents something/someone in my family. Bet you didn't see that one coming ...

I figured I'd set in stone the meaning behind this tattoo, each and every detail, so the ones I love that were incorporated in this tattoo can read for themselves what they mean to me. 

The gypsy itself was originally a painting done by my good friend Matt Cinnirella, an extremely talented artist that I can not thank enough for taking the time to put every single detail I requested into this. Cinni Bunz, you rule. I chose the name Viola for this little lady, because it was my grandmother's name. She was an amazing woman, had more energy than I did until her passing at 86 years old about a year ago, and said the most ridiculous, funniest things. She loved her beer and scotch and sodas and could make some mean potato pancakes and stuffed cabbage. She was also the luckiest woman I knew (she was the one you went to the casino with, and asked which lottery number to play, literally). It's quite fitting that gypsy tattoos bring good fortune, as that's what my grams was filled with. 

The skin tone represents my background - half Portuguese, part Irish, part Polish. My dad, where my Portuguese descent comes from, is super dark skinned, and my mother is much lighter. 

Her dark, wavy hair belongs to my sister Nicole, who has beautiful long, dark, wavy hair. She's an amazing sister and has had a huge impact on my life. I admire her beauty and how it's so natural and effortless.

The pearls are a representation of my sister Stacey. She's much more clean cut and proper than I. She also has had a huge impact on my life. I adore my sisters. We're all so different and I think we're the perfect fit as sisters.

The peacock feather is for me - I love love love feathers. I think they're beautiful and delicate and represent so many different things to me. Peacock feathers represent nobility and beauty. Having the feather placed on top of her head shows that she is proud of who she is, what she's made of, and where she comes from. The big, red rose is also a representation of beauty ... and I really love anything with floral in it. :)

Love this new addition!

Special thanks to Matt Cinnirella for his time and talent.

And much love to my family, who will always have a little piece of them on me. <3

Photo Diary

Things that inspire me.
     Things that represent me.
          Things that make up my human being.

The Hipster Sister on the Interweb!

It has been quite some time since I posted a rather "personal" blog.

It's interesting to read my blog, cover to cover - from day one to my last post. I see change, inspiration, growth, maturity...

Amazing. Considering that my life has been documented, without meaning to actually document it. I started this blog purely for others' pleasure. In fact, I had written my first blog post, tweeted about it, and had my followers asking for more. Because I love them dearly, I obliged. I just wish I had the time to make The Hipster Sister a bit more fluent and consistent. Unfortunately, twenty four hours is too little for me to accomplish what I would like to in a calendar day. But while we're on that topic ...

I am currently working on a few "projects" for The Hipster Sister. I had received MANY requests to spread the name through other outlets. (apparently a barely consistent blog is just not enough). So, I'm working on exactly that. I barely have the time to keep up with it (which is why my blog has been so scarce of posts lately), but ... I'm making it work, to make you all happy! You know who you are ... you're the ones wearing that cheesy smile, glued to your mac books...

In the meantime, I've grown up, settled down, play mommy on the weekends and been doing everything but making time for me. Do I love it? Yes. Am I still having fun? YES! I've been going to amazing shows, meeting amazing people, going to amazing places ... I'm living my dream life, so to speak. And things are only seemingly getting better. Here's to good people, good times, and a good, good life.

So kidz, stay tuned for more announcements on where to find The Hipster Sister. I promise to keep you posted on where to find me, all over the interweb.

Don't forget to follow me on Twitter! @hipsterrr

Love You, Monsterz,
Ali

Current Listen: Get You Off - 80kidz