This past December, Ricky and I traveled abroad to Madrid, Spain to spend a week among the tapas and the paella and the sangria. It was a much, much needed vacation and we were looking forward to gorging ourselves on good food and good energy and good wine. And, although we had both paid for our cell phones to work internationally, neither of us were planning on dialing into our lives back home.
I decided that our wanderlust was also the perfect opportunity to score some content for my fashion blog. It was Ricky’s first time behind the lens, but he has always had such an artistic essence, and I think you can really understand that in the shots he captured of me. It was fun to wander through the cobblestoned streets which were symphonied by Spanish dialects and European joi de vivre. Ricky would laugh as I’d make crude attempts at communicating my Spanglish with the locals—who were always graceful, kind, and forgiving of my terrible accent.