Two topics on a Thanksgiving morning (26 photos)

Mommy: "Pia, are you coming with me to the Thanksgiving mass?"
Sophia (who was playing on the iPad): "No."

Mommy: "I'm gonna thank GOD for my iPad."
Sophia: "I don't like my iPad."

Mommy: "You don't have an iPad."
Sophia (correcting herself): "No, my Nabi."

Mommy (on Typhoon Haiyan): "Pia, remember the Philippines?
The kids there have no food..."

Mommy: "...You have food, water and a Nabi."

Sophia (pointing to the Moshi Monsters on the iPad): "My Nabi doesn't have this."

Sophia (with an innocent remark?): "I have nothing to be thankful for..."

Sophia (rephrasing her sentence): "I don't know what to be thankful for, Mommy."

Sophia (with a sudden thought): "I'm thankful for my mommy for her iPad."

Mommy (initially disappointed): "Now, think about what you need to be thankful for?"

Sophia: "I already know..."

Sophia (as she buried her head into my tummy): "...Mommy, thankful for Mommy."

And speaking of tummy, I think the stuffing was not in the turkey nor the giant chicken.
I think the stuffing was in me.

Sophia: "Mommy, I'm wearing brown. Wear brown, too."

Sophia: "Brown is the color of Thanksgiving. Black and white, too."

Sophia (referring to their clothing): "Brown are the Indians. Black and white are the pilgrims."

Mommy (convinced as she took off her turquoise blue cardigan and black blouse): "Okay."

Mommy: "Since we're matching, let's take photographs, too."

Sophia: "Ah... Not again?!"


Thanksgiving Color

Long sleeve blouse: Old Navy
Short sleeve blouse overlay: Sunny Leigh
Blue jeans: 7 For All Mankind Jeans
Brown shoes: SBICCA of California
Earrings and necklace set: Mom-made
Diamond wedding ring set: Romano's
Vintage ring: Mommy's heirloom

Sophia's dress: Grandma-made


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That pink juicy perfume I wear under my clothes (8 photos)


The usher requested that we move further towards our left to make a space on the pew... Then suddenly, I thought of my former colleague. I wondered how he is adopting to the cold eastern weather and his daily bus commute...
[ Full Story: Surviving An Offensive Smell Graciously ]


Our Russian co-worker who used to live in New York said she would stay. She was afraid that the person may be one of those random people who stalk (when irritated or offended by any reaction). [ Full Story ]


First, I would pretend nothing smells wrong then "try" to inch away from it . . . like perhaps do some acting.
We used to do this with my best friends . . . you know, when we try to sneak out or something. [ Full Story ]


That powdery scent was just too strong for my delicate sense of smell. How is that? [ Full Story ]


I would once in a while lean towards my left where my mom and daughter were as if reaching for something.
Odorless air, that is. But that was all poor me could do. [ Full Story ]


And guess what? I was that Russian New Yorker who pretended nothing was wrong. [ Full Story ]



That Pink Juicy Perfume I Wear Under My Clothes

Pink polka dot blouse: Mom-made
Khaki jacket: French Cuff
Pink reversible belt: Forever 21
Blue jeans: Seven For All Mankind
Black flat buckle shoes: Kelly & Katie
Black shades: Prada
Black monogram shoulder bag: Gussaci Italy
Diamond wedding ring set: Romano's
Vintage ring: Mommy's heirloom
Perfume: Juicy Couture


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Remembering the vibrance of springtime (12 photos)

Photo by Nelonie Crelencia aka lancelonie
Designers want me to dress like spring in billowing things. I don't feel like spring. I feel like a warm red autumn. Marilyn Monroe quote

. . .

It was past noontime on a springtime afternoon. The sky was blue. The flowers were blossoming. There were no dewdrops on the grasses as the sun already sipped them. Still, the air was misty fresh - cool and warm at the same time.

We wanted to find a spot away from harsh sunlight so we drove down the slopes of Barnsdall Arts Center . . . only to climb back up the rocky hill by foot.  And by the time I got these portraits ready, spring and summer were over while autumn, on its final stage...

Nevertheless, please join me in reminiscing this moment . . . when Mother Nature painted her vibrant colors. Behold that sky so beautifully blue, that leaf so refreshingly green and oh, that hair so fiery red. Here is Sylwia and there she goes... ♪ ♫


Photo by Nelonie Crelencia aka lancelonie
Behold, my friends, the spring is come.  The earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun; and we shall soon see the results of their love! ~Sitting Bull
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Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
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No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring. ~Samuel Johnson
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For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair. ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming. ~Pablo Neruda
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Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes. ~Carl Friedrich Gauss
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Designers want me to dress like spring in billowing things.  I don't feel like spring. I feel like a warm red autumn. ~Marilyn Monroe
Photo by Nelonie Crelencia aka lancelonie
Some people plant in the spring and leave in the summer. If you're signed up for a season, see it through. You don't have to stay forever, but at least stay until you see it through. ~Jim Rohn
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The sun has come out . . . and the air is vivid with spring light. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens
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To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. ~George Santayana
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Aprils have never meant much to me.  Autumns seem that season of beginning, spring. ~Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's

Photos:
Springtime Vibrance

Model :
Sylwia Dudzinska, Asst. Director to TV & Film

Location :
Barnsdall Arts Center

Music :
There She Goes by Sixpence None The Richer

Photographer :


Gloss and blur make it all

I'm sharing this portrait I took during a movie shoot after my long photography hiatus. His name is Robert Reyes, a professional make-up artist.

Reyes has just finished putting make-up on actor, Morgan Lariah, when I asked him to pose for me.  He spontaneously sat on the stool where Lariah was with hands on his lap and an air of confident smile.

I blew up Robert's portrait a little bit for lancelonie dot com because he sort of met my photo requirements.

Yes, I do have my own personal requirements, not just one but two...

Eye pop and/or good composition

As I have mentioned many times in the past, the eyes are my primary focus.  So, that means my first goal is to capture the true color of irises and make them pop without the use of flash.  My second is to get a clear, non-foggy or non-blurry focal point, which equates to good composition.  So if I didn't get the eyes, then I should have framed my subject well with light and bokeh.  (I wish I can say good best quality!  But I'm not perfect.)

My first goal is to capture the true color of irises and make them pop without the use of flash.  My second is to get a clear, non-foggy or non-blurry focal point, which equates to good composition. ~lancelonie

Now back to our above picture, although I never knew our photogenic MUA's eye color, I caught a slight gloss on the corners of his eyes.  I also like how that wall of pasted food magazine clippings created a colorful blur.  The summer light coming from the windows to his left was our "natural make-up artist", too.  It was an advantage to this shot, compared to other same-day images, plus the fact that both Robert and I didn't feel rushed at that brief moment.


Gloss And Blur Make It All

Model: Robert Reyes, Make-up Artist

Photographer:

Always together (7 photos)

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Roderick + Darcy

Always Together

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Behind a fallen hero (12 pix + music)

Memorial Day 2012 by lancelonie photography
Behind a fallen hero is a soldier's widow and a child who continue to battle against pain... But love is never lost.

  You Left Me, Sweet, Two Legacies
A poem by Emily Dickinson
Memorial Day 2012 by lancelonie photography
You left me, sweet, two legacies - a legacy of love.
Memorial Day 2012 by lancelonie photography
A Heavenly Father would content,
Memorial Day 2012 by lancelonie photography
Had He the offer of;
Memorial Day 2012 by lancelonie photography
You left me boundaries of pain
Memorial Day 2012 by lancelonie photography
Capacious as the sea
Memorial Day 2012 by lancelonie photography
Between eternity and time,
Memorial Day 2012 by lancelonie photography
Your consciousness and me.


Photo Story:
Behind A Fallen Hero
(Memorial Day 2012)

Quote:
"Behind a fallen hero is a soldier's widow and a child who continue to battle against pain...
But love is never lost."
by Nelonie Crelencia aka lancelonie

Poem:
You Left Me, Sweet, Two Legacies
by Emily Dickinson

Music:
My Immortal
by Evanescence

Actors:
Hope Rosemary, model / actor
Sophia of My Daily Sophia

Photographer-Stylist:
Nelonie Crelencia aka lancelonie
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