links // arts, andrews, and adventures


This weekend I’m going to be getting my culture on with the ballet tonight at the Kennedy Center, an 8-year-olds ballet recital tomorrow, and then a musical in the ‘burbs tomorrow night. I’ve been thinking about the fun artsy world as of late; it’s one I’ve been doing a lot of viewing of but not a lot of participating. So now I’m thinking through what projects to focus on, a creative outlet shall we say. Thoughts, I can go back to my pointe class before my 11-year-old cousin gets her first pair of pointe shoes (we can bound over the pain). Photo essays of people doing everyday, normal, amazing things. Dancing around the kitchen, living room, backyard, etc. Maybe I should just start making pretty watercolor paintings, or maybe I should stick with what I’m marginally good at. Pretty much, if you don’t how much I love me the arts, now you know. *micdrop*

All Things Hamilton (or all of Broadway).

The Hamilton ensemble is all sorts of hotness and amazingness. That’s all. Also, the whole cast (in addition to the bowling team) plays softball. Because, that happens. And on things that happened, a #tbt to that time Lin-Manual rapped about Helen Mirren (Oh, and also Kelli O’Hara singing, just because). In case you missed it, Hamilton is a big deal and now it’s on cover of Rolling Stone and now even NBCSports is posting articles about the show.

life // a sexy lifestyle blog (ha!)


It is so easy to get caught up in the comparison game. Who has the better job, the cooler stuff, the biggest parties, and the best “lifestyle” blog…you know the ones, where every outfit, party, craft, house, life is perfect. I’d say I wish, but I’m not sure if I do.

Let’s talk about my “lifestyle blog.” I spend about 30 days per year photographing something (vacation, families, a wedding or two, my own projects, etc.); there are another 15-ish days to hosting shindigs and happy hours. A smattering of days are focused on the crafting arts, read: spray paint, and a full week is spent on my devotion to sending tax-deductions to the goodwill. If I really buckled down, I could throw that image out there, life would be perfect, the world would envy my great luck, and people would want to be me. But then there are the other 300-ish days of the year.

The rest of that time, oh team, is spent on the following ideas/things:

  • societal constraints toward women and how women don’t win, and that is a problem
  • singleness. the never-ending, poke-my-eye-out discussion of the church
  • discussions and articles on dating culture, not just the church! everyone’s screwed! it’s nice not to feel alone.
  • figuring out how long I can hit snooze before I’m actually late to work
  • lunch
  • why everyone should go to counseling
  • pinterest: cocktail ideas! DIYS! make-my-own clothes! (because #insane)
  • the evils of high fructose corn syrup
  • singleness. (I kid you not — so bad it’s on there twice)
  • realizing the older I get the less I like people and their personalities, can I get an amen on that one
  • gushing about whatever my most recent obsession is
  • the internet
  • hulu, netflix, abc family app, usa app, cbs app, on-demand (it’s a problem)

…and let me tell you, that isn’t sexy lifestyle blog fodder. Except, it actually is life, so maybe it is. It will always come with a pretty picture, cause I’m me. Parties will always be styled, because again, me. But you also might get a rant about how periods (not the punctuation kind) are not offensive, and the NYC MTA can shove it, or that medieval prostitution led to really weird modern viewpoints on sexuality within the church. I may gush about the ballet in one sentence and roll my eyes about the opera in the next. I will definitely talk about being bi-racial. I can love and hate my hair within the same breath; it’s a great prop…it’s the devil, depends on the millisecond.

One day there may be a cool recipe or crafty project or photo shoot or shopping favs, and the next day there might be an article about…well, periods.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring (since it’s come up twice, if you guess periods and advertising, you might be totally right. Sorry to the .2% of men who stumbled across this, but it just might be the day for an expanded education).

photo fun // snow days + marie

It is so wonderful to have friends that run with your whims. Especially whims that involve days when it is colder then ever and snow is covering the ground. Luckily, I have Marie for that. And tromping in the snow we went. Fifteen minutes later I had zero feeling in my hand, so I was doubting it was worth it. I’ve since changed my mind. Thanks to Marie for being the best partner in crime ever.


photo fun // contemporary dance

I can’t really say how old I was when I started down the road of ballet, what I can remember was the black leotard, the pink tights and the leather full-soled pink ballet shoes. I had an adorable dance bag that was everything that a seven/eight year old very klutzy, girly girl could want and it was wonderful.

Fast forward a few years, high school Whitney spent a lot of time in a dance studio and she loved it. I wasn’t the best but I managed pointe work, triple pirouettes, big jumps, petite jumps, and the Nutcracker…year in and year out. There were children’s shows, more rehearsals then I can ever recall, countless laughs, lots of stretches, and even more legwarmers. So many legwarmers.

I left for college and I left dance behind. I was supposed to be intellectual, I was going to change the world, and ballet wasn’t part of that plan. Every now and then I would moonlight in a random ballet class here and there. I channeled the need for creativity into photography, taking much of my inspiration from the portfolio of the amazing Rosalie O’Connor (former dancer with the American Ballet Theatre). Then a couple of years ago something changed and I went back to the world that I had assumed was done when I became an adult (a term I use loosely). Though not into the ballet world, but into the world of contemporary jazz through Joy of Motion (a group of studios in D.C.). Slowly but surely I ended up in small performances and let me tell you, 28 year-old me doesn’t hold up as well as 16 year-old me. I’ve never bruised so easily in my life.

Let’s fast forward to a couple of weeks ago (we’re doing a lot of fast-forwarding in this post). I contemplated hanging up my camera strap, the way I hung up the pointe shoes all those years ago. Instead I did something different. For three weeks I hauled my camera to rehearsal with me. I recorded the moments, the image of someone stretching. I used sections where I wasn’t dancing to capture movement and emotion. And when there was a part when all I could think was, “I need this on film” I stopped mid-movement and picked up the camera. Clearly, I’m the dream dancer for a choreographer. But, maybe just maybe it’s also time to pick up the pointe shoes again.