moving on...

This blogspot has served me pretty good for the last 5 years, but for now its time to move on.  On to bigger, better, and more legit means of being on the internet (if there is such a thing) and that means I will be blogging out the rest of my days at http://paigejoost.com/paigesofnothing/.

I've gone through a lot of posts, photos, words, a lot of I-don't-even-know-what-this-blog-is-anymores and after trying to decipher life's hieroglyphics I've decided that I just miss writing.  I miss writing and be connected with myself in that way and sharing that little part of myself.  So here goes...cheers to new adventures in blogging!


road to Bali

Was lucky enough to go on a trip to Bali for work, and it was nothing short of magical.  I'll leave this one short and sweet because most wonderful things in this world should be left up to the imagination.  For a glimpse at all our craziness, check out the video.


the void

For the past week or so now, my mind has been a mixed up jumble.  I can't seem to make sense of anything and there's just a whole lot of - well, nothing.  Just when you need those amazing ideas to come forth, there's nothing but space.  Big, empty space...stillness.  Unfortunately, this is not a new feeling for me. 

I feel as though I'm constantly talking about creativity as a painfully beautiful thing.  I guess I also need to preface by saying that everyone's creative experiences in life have shaped them to feel the way they feel about the creative process.  For me, it was just when my fragile little artist inside was undergoing its feeble stages of early development that I received some intense criticism over a period of time, that made my poor artist want to shrivel up inside and never come out.  Hence, the creative process for me is often like a rare beautiful bird, when she makes an appearance its a sight to behold, but otherwise you might start to believe she doesn't really exist.

I've slowly learned to deal but I realized I'm over dealing, and I want to find my flow.  Sooooo, I've started to read The Artist's Way, and so far so good!  Only on the first chapter but hey, baby steps.  I'm going to try and post my weekly progress on this here blog, so I can look back and see the change.  Hopefully when I read this post in 12 weeks it will seem so foreign.

p.s. any other struggling creatives or just people for that matter, go ahead and get yourself a copy, its pretty inspirational and uplifting, here's to getting our flow back, yo...


sunshine day dream

Had to share this Nylon shoot with Dakota Fanning because its just that good.  I used to love pouring over magazines, soaking up all the shoots, and living in their dream worlds.  But, as I got older, they started to be less and less magical to me.  I started to see the commercialism that dominates the fashion industry and they soon lost their appeal.  Don't get me wrong, I'm obsessed with Chloe just as much as the next flower child, but if I see that white dress from the spring show in another editorial...well you see what I mean.  Fashion tends to favor the same 'popular' things, so when I see something like this its a breath of fresh air.  Maybe it's not the most ground breaking shoot, but there's something so natural, retro, and laid back about her in the photos and I'm really digging it, such a muse.


the artist

"we will discover the nature of our particular genius when we stop trying to conform to our own or other peoples' models, learn to be ourselves, and allow our natural channel to open"
-Shakti Gawain-

I came across this quote in a book I've had for a while called The Artist's Way.  I've never had the chance to follow it all the way through but thats my next mission.  (also: I highly recommend it for any creative human, or any human for that matter)  I find myself constantly measuring my path in life up against this imaginary ruler that has all the details and steps of success and life marked on it.  Especially studying fashion design in school, there was this set of criteria it seemed that was drilled into us.  You knew if you strayed from the path, you were screwed.  There's even a set of criteria that society sets for us, whether we like it or not.  People are shocked when I tell them my boyfriend and I have been dating for 7 years and aren't married yet, and then that we're in no rush to get married.  
But what I've learned (and what I love) about today and our generation, annnnnd this great city of LA...is that it there is no model thats as good as the one you create yourself.  We're so lucky to grow up in a time where our generation is finally starting to catch on.  
So...I'll be in LA, chillin' on my sunny balcony and keeping an open mind as to how my 'particular genius' in life is going to come to fruition.  Cheers, to living that artist life.

P.S.  My boyfriend and I got really motivated one weekend and made the coffee table featured above.  It really was so simple, pretty much followed this articles advice to a T, and everything was groovy


air and sand and sea

Hopefully I don't really need to say much here, and these photos will speak for themselves.  I mean what more could you want, beautiful sea for miles, sand, trees, and the freshest air I have ever inhaled in my life.
  Growing up on a farm in the loveliest-middle-of-nowhere-Texas, I could always tell the difference between "city" air and "country" air.  But this?  I can't even begin to describe it.  It was as if the air filling this magical stretch of coastline had been untouched by anything else happening in the same atmosphere.  The smell of the ocean, the sand, the mountains, the trees, it was all there, and it was incredible.
We stayed in Santa Cruz, about an hour and a half north of Big Sur, the sweetest little surf town.  I'm gonna just go for it and say, the vibes there were THE best.  The people, the seafood, the surfers sitting on their boards in Monterrey bay.  Don't get me wrong, I love SoCal but this was something completely different and I fell in love.
Probably one of the highlights of the trip was seeing a mini valley of wild, lillies.  I spotted them as we were driving along the PCH and I immediately knew we had to pull over.
So many good memories made on this trip, I would probably drive the 5 hours to Big Sur just to take a breath of that air.  It's amazing what a few deep breaths of clean air does for the soul.