Blissful Immaturity #10

Since the age of 4 or 5, I've been somewhat of an adult in a child's body, responsible, mature, dependable, blah, blah = a boring and worried little soul.. But I'm realizing that I missed out on the beautiful lightness of being a child and now I'm setting my soul free and throwing off the weights of the ridiculous worries of the 'grown-up' life. I am learning to be carefree and be worried for nothing, and it is so very freeing. Oh, I just love being immature! I can sleep in, puddle jump, sing in the rain, have bed head, never brush my hair, and really, who needs tangle-free hair anyways? I should have shed my adultness much sooner :)Clothes by: GyahahaTeddy Bear: My dear friend Katrina. I'll bring Mr. Teddy home to you again soon!And Mandy's Awesome Self Portrait #10 is here.. or if it isn't there right now it will be there soon. She promised me :)

Dancing Queen #8

There are not many things in this beautiful world that I love more than sleep. I guard my sleep more than Pooh protects his honey or a Black Widow watches her poor, recently deceased husband., I like naps, I like going to bed at 9pm. I think sleep is one of the most essential things to a good life. I could be a spokesperson for shut-eye. I love, love sleep, nothing can get in the way of my sleep... well almost nothing BUT dancing. Oh my! Now dancing, this is a different kind of love. Sleep is my practical sweetheart, but dancing, why, he is the boyfriend who you'll sneak out of a 3-story window for; the one who makes your heart go flip and flop, puts butterflies in your stomach and then gives your spirit wings. Ahhhh Dancing, how I do love thee! And in the name of love, I decided to stand-up Mr. Sleep, and spend all Saturday night in Seoul dancing to the beats of Salsa, Bachata, and Merengue with my dear friend, Farah (the real dancing queen).We danced till 5 in the morning! And then we went to meet my 2nd love, Mr. Food, for a good post-dancing breakfast. Then we spent Sunday morning drinking coffee and discussing how whoever we marry must love to dance, and dance well. We are very serious, even if we meet a wonderful guy who meets all the other husband requirements, if he can't dance, he just will not do! Ah, it was a lovely way to spend a weekend.The Clothes: The super beautiful Japanese hat and dress in the picture are from Gyahaha. They are launching a new website in the next few days. I can't wait!View Mandolyn's beautiful #8 portrait here! Can you believe we've lasted 2 months in self-portrait land?!? I'm so proud of us :)view my portfolio here

Self Portrait #7 ~ Ghosts

I've been going through a process of navigating through the ghosts of the past. It's an interesting and sometimes painful process of discovery, but it's fantastically freeing when you kill these ghosts dead. You get lighter and lighter and fly higher and higher! And I don't know about you, but I sooooo enjoy flying. It's much harder than levitating and when you fall, dude! the bruises cover half your body. Yet, when you finally succeed, it is much more fun then just levitating! The only problem are the blasted bugs that I keep swallowing! I must work on breathing through my nose, and shutting my yapper! And remember to check out Mandolyn's Self-Portrait Amazingness!  

#6 Feelin......

I was feeling a bit savage today, and I felt like I needed to embrace it. So I ate raw meat from the bone, beat my hands against my chest, swung from vines, and ate snails with my toes. A fabulous day!This one is for my sister Constanzia. I love you lady, and I miss you! My top is from the my favorite store ever, ever Gyahaha in Hongdae.Have a lovely Tuesday and please be just a little barbaric today :)And check out Mandolyn's #6. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside ^^

'Timely Fashion' ~ Self Portrait #4

As a journalist, I felt the need, the call, my duty, the deep, deep responsibility to incorporate my journalistic background into the next self-portrait challenge, with a little fashion twist, of course. What fashion could really be more current than the daily paper? Not even Paris designers can top the freshness of the morning news! Just call me at 1-800-fresh-fashion for your very own chance to wear the latest, greatest fashion!And I wanted to give a big shout-out to all the years of sleepless, shower-less, coffee-filled nights in the photo labs with my bestest and super gifted, artsy friends.... Mandolyn McConaha, Libby Isenhower, Nathan Morgan 2.0, Elizabeth Lauer, Joy Lewis, Drew Thompson, oh, oh and Becky Fluke too, but she was a rebel in the group and left us early to escape the sleepless blues of school life.. They are all very talented and beautiful, beautiful people, currently all over the planet doing all sorts of crazy things! But hopefully one day soon we can all catch up together, eat good food, drink delicious coffee, and chat about all the photo geeky things we can think of! I miss you guys! #4 finished! #5??? We'll have to wait and see, but currently, I have noooooo idea., but it will be an adventure, like life :) view my portfolio

"When Life gives you Lemons, make Lemonade" or in my case....

In the great continent of Asia, or probably more accurately in the country of S. Korea there is a disheartening lack of one of the best foods know to man.... Cheese! Yes! I know how do I, Inge, cheese lover, live here????? In a land where the only cheeses people know are plastic mozzarella and powdered orange cheese food?!? I don't know! I have pondered that question daily. And I was coming to a breaking point.

So you seeeeee, I was about to move back to a land flowing with bread and cheese, until 2 days ago a beautiful and painful thing occurred. An angel came down from Heaven and smacked me over the head with a broom stick and then in a booming voice said.. "DUH!, Inge! If you're so hung up on not having cheese make your own cheese. gosh darnet!" He said it just like that too! and then Heaven rang a bell because this messenger angel just received his wings for fulling his earthly mission..  His name was Bob. Congratulations Bob, your wings look good on you, but you got a little mustard/ketchup stain on your right wing-man. You might want to think about doing a load of laundry. Just sayin.

Anyways so the bruise on my head got me to a thinkin'.. Cheese. you say, Sir Bob?.... Can I really make, cheese? and then I remembered WikiHow.com! Oh joy.! It has all the answers to life and more! and guess what article it had "How to make Cheese!" Oh man, I practically died and went to Heaven!

And above in the milk picture, Yes, that does seems like an exorbitant amount of milk, a little bit overkill, but cheese is so good, and I am so deprived. Like a baby without milk, a chef with no knife, or a ballerina with no tutu!

At this point you might ask how the heck did you get all of that milk? Well you see in Asia, I practice thievery and bribery. Basically, I like to take the bone building milk from any unsuspecting Korean child. - aka - We play switch-a-roo at the lunch table.. I bribe them for their milk with candy and stickers. muahahaha :) It's a somewhat shady means to a udderly delicious end... CHEESE..

And for all you doubters in my ability to make cheese or tell the truth, it was delicious!!! Legitimate amazingness, and if you feel like a science project yourself, here is how you make your very own cheese --->

http://www.gourmetsleuth.com/Recipes/Cheese-Making-Recipes-304.aspx http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Cheese-at-Home

P.S. This post is dedicated to my dear friend Hannah O. You told me to take pictures and make a blog post of anything I wanted just because, so I made cheese for you and lived to tell about it. You're fresh delicious cheese is in the mail..

Flavored Gasoline...

While blasting Korea with bone-chilling winds and freeze your tush off weather, God remembered to send a little gift Korea's way.... The First Snow! The reason for snow? Well....I hypothesize that it is so we can now freeze to the bone and have fun doing....all in one lovely same breath :) Basically, it's just a less painful death. It for sure still leads to death, but just a more enjoyable one.You see, it's like drinking grape flavored gasoline vs. drinking regular unleaded flavored gasoline (I prefer the super unleaded Shell gasoline as a beverage myself).. However regardless of what gasoline you drink, you will die no matter the flavor----grape, cherry, or otherwise--- but the grape gasoline tastes "oh so delicious!" So your death just doesn't seem quite as painful. And you all know that I am a peace loving person and an advocate of merciful killings.....so bring on the Snow!