Sequestered

Summer, thus far.

Post Texas pt. 3

Morning.

Evening.

Midnight.

Drinking.

Post Texas pt. 2

Some photos I took while visiting Rio Grande City (my old hometown).

1. Rio Grande City water tower 2. My old house 3. A cozy, unkept blue house 4. A bedroom at La Borde House (one of my favorite places)

5. Dead flowers 6. Flooding from the Rio Grande River 7. A secret room (La Borde's patio) 8. A secret room (Grotto)

What a wonderful place this Earth would be

If I only lived by the sea.













Shot at South Padre Island, Texas.
More gifs to enjoy!

Post Texas pt.1

Sometimes I go into these dark places where my mind wanders through thoughts of death and despair--I find myself there when everything seems too overwhelming to even comprehend. I shower by candle light and I actually prefer it, so what does that say about me? I want to cut paper and glue it to wood and make worlds that only I could imagine and understand. I want to be able to keep one fucking plant alive. I'm not angry, but that doesn't mean I'm alright. I feel so constrained by humanity and the world at large and people like my neighbors and their kids. And don't even get me started on children. I bought six pairs of high-waisted jeans at Texas Thrift in McAllen and they look good in so many imagined outfits and shoes. Oh what kind of lady am I becoming? Dishes, more dishes! I buy teacups like there is no tomorrow. Gothic, glowing lamps and flower-patterned tins for tea bags. Where are my tea bags?





What I really am wondering is whether or not I should feel this way at this very moment in my life? Do I always need an ebb and flow of my fucking emotions every few months? This is what life is about; making decisions, hoping to fall into some sort of hole that makes you feel fulfilled. But what about all the other people, choices, colors, levels of consciousness?



I feel detached from things I used to deem important. I long for this fabricated past. Where glamourous couples have lavish homes and throw dinner parties and have a wall made entirely out of crystals--opals, topaz, quartz. The highest of high heels and all colors of lipsticks and eye shadows. Western deserts and Spanish ghost towns, where the sun beats down on your beautiful face. You run a town where history means nothing.

Hair of the Dog

I dyed Tachi blue last week:



Don't worry, it don't hurt him!



So, we're half way through 2010 and things are starting to feel right.
I never regretted moving to New York, but I do miss Texas at times.
But it's alright because I am going back from the 19th to August 4th.
I'm going to be getting a ton of sun, updating my wardrobe and
doing a ton of research for a project I have in the works.



Until next time!

July 4th, 2009

4th of July @ the ViaBipBop house from Caitlin Diaz on Vimeo.

Forth of July at the ViaBipBop house,
Jessica explaining how to make the perfect margarita,
food, fun and friends forever...

A new type of Western movie

Texas is so rad. I really forgot how much I loved the sun and the heat.
I can't wait for my beach vacation in July
I thought I wasn't excited about going down to the valley next week
but now I just wanna drink margaritas with my parents
and float about in our pool.


My Red River Summer Mix lately involves:








and this.


















I really love this place:


and if you can stomach another video:

caitlin diaz: video sampling from Caitlin Diaz on Vimeo.