Jasmine Luna

I have this friend, a very good and close friend, who will often respond to a post about the loss of my mom by saying something along the lines of, “Oh my god, I miss my dog so much every day, I can’t imagine losing my mom, I don’t know what I would do without her.” I want to be clear she is not being insensitive, she is not offending me in any way, I actually love my dog so  much that I understand exactly what she is trying to convey. She’s literally the best. The thing about this statement...

What's that movie, Something’s Gotta Give? Pretty sure I have never seen it and I couldn’t even tell you the plot nor the actors but I would assume it’s about a burnt out person doing too much until it all comes to a head and they then learn some kind of valuable lesson. I am whoever that main character is and the lessons just keep on flowing. Fuck. In a very Portland fashion I very much identify with a rubber band at the moment, a broken one. No, one that is more than broken, one of those...

I just watched Remi’s reel about her trip to NYC with her mom and her daughter. A very un-intrusive even basic video of the things she and her mom used to do when visiting NYC during fashion week. These things included going into designer stores and indulging in all that NYC has to offer in terms of activities and food.  As the reel comes to a close after a compilation of her 1 year old daughter playing at various playgrounds and dancing with her very elated and joyful grandmother, Remi...