Where everyone's name is Butterfly, bottled water is worth it's weight in gold and quiet is the enemy.
<<<< glow. paint. pixie dust. color-bombs. glitter  >>>>
It's a period in my life where you called a hotline from a payphone to destination #1, to get the map in order to get to destination #2. Sometimes taking a hand written, xeroxed piece of paper from a guy in a giant hoodie helping you to make it thru three or four map points until you finally reached that amazingly abandoned, thumping, pulsing warehouse that would soon become your entire universe. 
And sometimes, just sometimes -- the best part of the night would be the journey itself........
not the destination.
Rave on.

{captured on film in all it's chaotic glory by photographer Bjorn Ewers}


It's Indian Summer in Portland. 
That means drinking coffee til noon, while the vinyl's been spinnin' since 9am. 
Wakin up slow and taking it all in. 
Kimonos in the kitchen, vintage in the air.......it's some kind of velvet morning.

Photography by: Amanda Leigh Smith >> www.aleighsmith.com
Styled by: Jemima Menkhus
HMUA: Morgan Enfield
Model: Sharon Elizabeth Coplon