I had read a while back that supermodel, Christy Turlington Burns, was making a documentary, but as many things go, time passed and I never looked into the subject further. Today while flipping through a health magazine, I stumbled upon her article and there it was: No Woman No Cry.
Inspired by her own life and post-child birth complications, Turlington set off to Africa and directed her debut documentary called, No Woman No Cry. It’s an inspiring film on the stories of women who have at-rist pregnancies. Starting with the Massai tribe in Tanzania, the film shows lives of women who are faced with extreme trials in giving birth, limited resources and no money or food for the proper medical treatment.
It’s an inspiring film, which will definitely make you think.
To see the first 17 minutes of the film, go to her website, Every Mother Counts. Make sure to pass it on.
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Stephanie Kincheloe is one of my talented friends.
She’s a musician, photographer and jewelry designer.
Keep a lookout for Ranger- her artist name.
Location: Nashville, TN
Who: Stephanie and the Mckellar family [Wonderful people from South Africa]
Arrived in Nashville. Sunday; hillsborough village, twelve south. East Nashville. Frothy monkey, porch swings, open windows, vintage clothes, driving around town, fireflies, lightning bug butts, catching a firefly, shy farmer, gin and lemonade, porch music, sausages and a young Leonardo dicaprio, eyeball necklaces, pear wine, twinkle lights, porch swings, cats crawling through windows, coffee shop journaling, honesty, love of a friend, animal skin rugs, Kiowa. Bourbon and whiskey, here’s to our future summer nights.
The sun was hazily shining through the afternoon sky. Peeking in and out through the layers of clouds. The water became choppy in the late October’s afternoon, but there was still a warmth to the water. We sipped on beers by the dock and watched the motorboats fly by, creating an obscene amount of wake, rocking the dock back and forth.
We counted down and dove into the water, a splash of cold awakening filled our senses. We lay upon the floating rafts in the water. Pipe smoking and fire crackling at night. Native American Tales and starry night skies.
She’s my sister. And she’s a killer model.
I recently traveled down to North Carolina with my friends to have a restful weekend of jet skis, lake swimming, pipe smoking and bon fires, yes, I did say pipe smoking.
I shot a few portraits during our stay down at the lake. The days were beautiful, the weather stormy and calm, and the best part was sitting and drinking my coffee down at the dock each morning. It was glorious.
I hope you enjoy these few photos and the series to come of North Carolina. These were two extremely beautiful women and I’m in awe of true beauty throughout the ages.
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The front porch boys. Andrew and Steve