A month ago I was close to raising the white flag but I stuck to my guns and gutted out a nasty situation involving a rogue sub-tenant, the 90th precinct and some straight up creepy behavior. ... In March a seemingly normal guy moved to NYC and began renting from me. He had a good job working in tech for that hipster mattress company with The Perfect Mattress For... ads you see in the subway. Things started out fine then shit hit the fan so hard I didn't know where to start with cleaning up the poop splatters. ... Turns out this guy had the apartment under video surveillance, watching his roommates when they thought they were alone. He hacked into my internet account, upgraded the services, followed me home one night and lurked outside my door (taped over the peep hole), drilled a hole through the mailbox, replaced the lock with his own and demanded I reimburse him for the locksmith. Guess he didn't see the cameras in the hall. ... The worst part came when he physically attacked me. I accompanied the roommates while they grabbed a few things and he charged me within seconds. By the time the cops came he was gone. The month ended and he moved out, taking with him the lightbulbs and leaving a dead mouse on his roommate's pillow. NYPD caught up to him and processed two arrests, one for the mailbox and another for the attack. My order of protection came and I'm hoping he lets this sleeping dog lie and learns to play more nicely with others. ... It would have been less risky to let it all fade away. I wanted nothing more than to be done with this dude but ultimately decided to move forward with the charges because it did not sit well with me watching a privileged white male bulldoze a group of three women, hoping to threaten us into silence. Based on his ease of navigating the transgressions, I'd say he's done this before and will do it again. At least this time he has a record to hold him accountable. ... Situations like this are not easy and they leave their mark. My hope in sharing this is to inspire others to step up when it matters and to take a stand for what is right. Remember what we are fighting for and that it matters on a global level. ... 📷 @g_m_d_three
|| It’s safe to say I went completely off the grid during my trip to Oregon. 🌲🌲🌲🌲 Shoutout to all the homies who respect and support the time I take to step away from it all—to leave the phone with all its useful apps at the bottom of a forgotten bag until it’s time to step back into the world where communication travels at the speed of thought and first world problems skew our perspective of what it’s like to be alive. Perspective is always a nice thing to keep in check. ... And now I’m back in NYC. Catch me if you can. ✌🏼 ... 📷 @kampfire0107 #nakedinnature
|| Over the years I have been referred to as many things. I’ve been called a free spirit, a tall glass of milk and a creative. Most recently my own mother named me as a bad influence, in reference to my sister getting her first tattoos with me during her trip to NYC. When my sister conveyed the message of my mother’s latest endowment of her youngest child as a bad influence, I laughed out loud. ... Lord only knows whether she meant it in a good way or not but I certainly took it as good. I am by no means a conventional citizen. I am a boundary pusher and a think outside the boxer—a risk taker and a woman who is not afraid to stand up alone for what she believes in. My mother is far from the only person who has raised an eyebrow, questioning that fine line between what constitutes a successful person vs. one who “had so much potential.” ... My life in New York City is one lived outside the cubical and outside the safe confines of a 401K and paid vacation. I’m an artist and a yogi, a lover and a hustler. I’m here to leave my mark on this world by inspiring others to follow their hearts, take chances and to laugh out loud as much as possible. I say great your fears as you would an old friend at happy hour and learn to take other people’s judgments with a grain of Himalayan sea salt. Be the right kind of a bad influence and live your life. ... 📷 @nousha || This photo was taken during my 200 hour yoga teacher training at @laughinglotusny and epitomizes my good life decision to take a chance and invest in yoga.
|| It’s interesting to see how my lifestyle choices have become a direct reflection of my values. I have gradually integrated mindful consumption into my purchasing repertoire, all of which is oh-so-evident in this photo. Most everything I’m repping comes from a company that values handmade items, ethical sourcing, small ownership and/or telling a story through their products. Mindful consumption isn’t about perfection—it’s about getting progressively closer to it. ... Do yourself a favor and check out some of the companies I think are on the right track. Each one is great for its own reason and has quality products that hold up well. I tend to be pretty hard on my stuff and wear things to the death. ... Beanie: @pakasweaters Pants: @pats.pants Boots: @kodiakboots Laces: @aglit_italy Bike: @tribebicycles 📷 @patrickkolts
|| It’s Monday and I’m still basking in the warm fuzzies that come from spending a weekend celebrating the holy matrimony of one of my best friends. It was a weekend of catching up with amazing friends living their best lives. Looking around I could feel the love, support, tenderness, compassion and raw emotions between couples. Knowing it’s not always pretty made me feel even more at home. ... I’ve spent the majority of my life flying solo. I’ve never had a Tinder account and have yet to Match it up. I think about my love life and know so much of it comes down to timing and being in the right (mental) place at the right time. The unshackled life is selfish and selfless all at once. It has given me the freedom to express myself openly and make whatever moves I feel like making at the time. I equally spend much of my time cultivating genuine relationships with others, caring deeply about their feelings and stories. ... I imagine partnering up with a man who vibrates at my same frequency, who is passionate about something positive in life and who laughs like there’s no tomorrow. I imagine someone who is a lover and a dreamer but who doesn’t underestimate the importance of having solid, grounded roots. I imagine dating a man who entertains my hairbrained ideas when I see a diamond in the rough. True story: I once demolished a bedroom ceiling and a relationship all in a single afternoon when I discovered industrial wood beams hidden beyond and couldn’t resist. By the time my man discovered what I had done it became irrevocably apparent he was not wearing the same rose colored glasses and was thoroughly unamused. I still look at that ceiling of exposed beams every day though and am so thoroughly content with their appearance that I have no regrets. ... After seeing all the love this weekend I am very seriously considering what my life would look like if I took dating a bit more seriously. One thing’s for sure: this man had better like coffee and cats. ... 📷 @g_m_d_three
|| I stayed up past my normal sack-out time kickin it with @g_m_d_three last night and it was totally worth it. Bomb diggity vibes, better laughs and sharing war stories of our times in New York City. I am honored to have you as a friend G. ... Good looks wrapping the night up with the smiling faces and positive energy from @therealstarway and @femi.olagoke in the studio. @akmurda heal up and we’ll see you soon. ... 📷 @g_m_d_three 🚲 @continuumcycles
|| Come get weird with me tomorrow morning. I’m teaching a FREE community yoga class at @laughinglotusny Saturday June 9th at 8:30am. Mats are provided so just bring yourself and some elastic waistband pants to get loose in. ... Laughing Lotus Yoga Studio || 636 6th Ave (entrance on 19th St.) 3rd floor.
|| DIVINE INTERVENTION ... On my way to visit my friend @makennnahale post jaw surgery and bring her a potted plant, I heard the unmistakable voice of her mother @ajhyder yell out my name. I squeezed the brakes and looked to the open window of a random restaurant to see Allison grinning at me, waving me down to join her and her other daughter Denae for a sangria. ... What are the chances Allison—who just flew in from Oregon—would spot me riding by on a Bushwick street I never ride down? ... Moments before seeing them I got doored by some dude on Broadway + Myrtle. As I flew over my handlebars, so did the potted plant and all I could imagine was bringing Makenna a plant and soil in my bear hands. Miraculously the pot survived. ... DIVINE INTERVENTION ...
|| Some days I am so tired of it all I’m tempted to pack my bags and cats and hit the road. To where? I don’t know. Anywhere but here. ... I imagine a place where I can live my life in peace without the constant materialization of some dickweed popping up like a doomsday daisy, ready to wreck my groove. ... I called my Pops a few nights back and told him I’ve never felt so alone. Yet another soulless human popped up and it’s back to Heidi putting out fires and failing to understand how some people can be so damn mean. It makes me simultaneously sad and mad, and admittedly gives me the mud butts for days. That’s when you know it’s bad. When your system is stressed enough to stop digesting your food properly. ... But this too shall pass. And I know that. Soon I’ll be done with this irrational situation and can breathe easy back into better days where my biggest concern will be whether or not my armpits were properly groomed before a photoshoot. ... My takeaway is to appreciate you cannot reason with an unreasonable human and it’s better to surrender the ego than to cling to arguments of what’s fair. Life isn’t fair. Never has been and never will be. The dog that barks the loudest is often the one who’s most afraid. I remind myself to always operate from a space of love and never allowing fear to drive my decisions. ... I am a lover, not a fighter. I’d do well to remember that.