Némesis

(one of the posters and images used)

I am so excited because finally I am able to release the entire series of these pictures. It was a commissioned shoot I was really excited to participate in. The project is called NEMESIS and it is a fashion show that the fashion students at my university are putting together.

The idea behind the fashion show or where they are taking their inspiration its in greek mythology and mythological creatures, so they wanted some dark and mysterious pictures for their publicity and advertisement and well, I had the perfect team to make it happen.

The story behind this series is that there is this beautiful woman, dressed in white and very pure but you can see she's got some attitude and as the story progresses she starts turning into this dark and mysterious creature that you can see at the end.

The entire team form the people that hired me, the model, make up artist and everyone else that helped they were awesome and I am thankful they trusted me to create their image for this important event, so thank you!

So now, the pictures:
(click to enlarge them)

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Por fin puedo publicar esta serie de fotografías que moría por ganas de hacerlo. Fue un trabajo para un proyecto que me dio mucho gusto formar parte. El proyecto se llama NEMESIS y es una pasarela y evento de moda organizado por los alumnos de moda de mi universidad.

La idea detrás de esta pasarela o la inspiración es la mitologia griega y las criaturas mitológicas asi que querían imágenes oscuras y misteriosas y afortunadamente conté con el equipo perfecto de personas para llevarlo a cabo.

La historia detrás de esta serie es que está esta bella mujer vestida de blanco y pura, pero al mismo tiempo podemos ver que es una mujer con actitud y conforme la historia progresa vemos como esta bella mujer se va convirtiendo en una criatura oscura y misteriosa pero bella al mismo tiempo.

Todo el equipo, desde las personas que me contrataron, hasta la modelo, maquillista y todas las demás personas que ayudaron ese día fueron el equipo perfecto y gracias por confiarme con la imagen y fotografía para la publicidad de su evento!

Ahora, las fotos:

(Click para verlas en grande)

 (this one with the hands is my favorite)

2 pictures were also printed on a local magazine for advertisement:

You have the saddest eyes.

I had completely different words to share with this images but found these and I just felt like I should post these words instead.

These are some photographs I took at the start of the year but was unsure about uploading.

You have the saddest eyes I've ever seen

they are a mixture between wild and nostalgic.

you smile, but they don't.

you go wild, and they go wild with you but the sadness is still there.

I see it.

And I am amazed at how people don't.

I guess it is because I am very familiar with them.

they look back at me in the mirror every day.

yours are different but all the same.

I can see through you honey, but you don't know that yet.

I don't know if you'll ever know.

I don't know if your sad eyes will ever let you see.

I don't know if they will ever let you see me.

and you.

or us.

but believe me when I say: You have the saddest eyes.

It takes one to know one.

so take it from me.

-M

MY GATE OF FEAR .

I crossed through the gate of fear

and I was welcomed by the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

The kind of eyes that tell you they could love you.

and the kind of eyes that tell you they may deceive you.

I sat in front of them and all i wanted to do was to count your eyelashes.

All I wanted was to see through them.

and I think I did.

I crossed through the gate of fear.

The one I built for myself.

and I didn't stumble.

 I saw you.

and my heart wondered if love lies on your bare skin.

or in your eyes.

or in every single one of your eyelashes.

The same ones that I want to count.

but it also wondered if it would see itself broken on your bare hands.

the same hands that I want to touch.

and the same skin that I want to melt into mine.

I crossed through my gate of fear.

and I realize it didn't give me a yes or a no answer.

or a "love" or "heartbreak" answer.

but it gave me you.

and it is with you that I'll find the answer.

-M

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This is the last day of the year and I'm supposed to do a post about what happened in 2014 but I haven't figured it out yet so I guess that will wait until the first days of January. I hope. So instead I'm sharing a recent self portrait and some words I wrote a few months back. And to be honest, one of my favorites.

If you are wondering about what I wrote...Yes, I think I found my answer. 

Whatever that means.

Tiny Ocean

The other day I went to the sea and walked along the shore

with the attempt to forget about a few things

but all the ocean did was to remind me of you.

That day the ocean gave me colors

and it gave me air

and beauty.

I walked and I couldn't help but think that those colors didn't match your eyes.

but it was beautiful

I couldn't help thinking that there was only one set of footprints.

but the tide washed them off

and I couldn't help but think that in all the pictures I took, there was no trace of you.

but there was a trace of me

then it hit me:

I was there ready to take a hit

ready to take the tide and take a leap into the ocean

I was gonna meet you there.

at the middle.

But you got lost.

Somehow my tiny ocean swallowed you.

-M

this place was so beautiful. I just wanted to stay there forever. 

and finally, i thought it was time to upload a picture of me smiling.

Monica.

Self Portraits

test shoot

 So, i've been sharing only self portraits here and sad writing so I think its time to share a recent shoot I did with one of my best friends.
After almost 2 years I finally did a shoot involving more people besides myself, I'm getting back on track.

ps. Isn't she beautiful? :)

-M

 my favorites

Model: Melissa Amezquita

Make up: Marcela Lopez

Photography: Monica C. Salomon (me)

Everything hits harder at night

(random photographs I had laying around on my laptop, nothing really special)

Everything hits harder at night

it hits like a big wave

like the strongest tide

it hits like and earthquake

and like a tornado.

it pulls you up when its black outside and puts you down when the sun goes up

the night feeds me

it feeds me with words and fears

it feeds me with anxieties and endless thoughts

it feeds me with everything I am and everything I am not.

the night molds me into a shape I don't recognize anymore.

and it sometimes molds me into a shape I've become comfortable with.

a shape I've learned to be comfortable with because it really isn't

Everything hits harder at night.

it hits harder because while the world is asleep I am awake.

while the minds are resting mine is imploding.

it hits because while there is no sound at night I can still hear voices.

Maybe that is why people sleep through the night.

maybe they don't want to feel the strongest wave

or the tide

or the earthquake

or the tornado

but sometimes you have no choice.

-M

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After I wrote this I hesitated about posting it because after I read it a few times I think it sounds so sad and depressing. Also I really didn't have the proper photographs to post it with. I promise things are not this bad, I think, but thats what came out as I sat down and write.

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How to Respond

"You've become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond"

My guard is always up.

Always.

Wether it is from a situation or someone. I always try to prepare myself for the worst, and "the worst" always come.

Or the complete opposite, nothing comes.

I never expect anything from anyone.

But I trust people.

I just never believe things actually happen.

Because they never do.

So that way I avoid getting disappointed.

Like I've said before I am a creator and an architect of things that haven't happened yet, of days that may never happen.

Sometimes I find myself getting excited about something but somehow I always come back down.

I have to.

I protect myself, maybe I even do that too much that then I find myself afraid and skeptical of things.

And I don't want to be afraid of things.

I don't want to be afraid of you.

I don't want to be afraid of the situation.

Whatever that is.

and I certainly don't want to be skeptical.

I just need to live knowing that some days I may get disappointed, and that other days I may get what I want and need.

I need to learn to respond to good things.

I need to believe that things actually happen.

Things, situations, people, they all happen.

I guess I just need to learn how to see it.

and respond.

So,

how do I start?

How do I respond?

-M

Self Portraits.

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Tumblrs:

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