Aura Photography

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Aura photography isn’t a new concept–it was discovered in 1939 by a man named Semyon Kirlian (sometimes referred to as “Kirlian photography”). But with the Radiant Human exhibit at the Whitney, it’s popularity is picking up again. I don’t believe in crystals and chakras and all of those alternative ideas about humans and energy but the photos looked ~super~ cool so I decided to check it out. My sister and I searched around Chinatown for this tiny shop called “Magic Jewelry” near Canal Street. We entered to find a ton of crystals and posters as well as 4 other people in line in front of us. After a short wait, our photos were taken. I was expecting a Polaroid camera that had a bunch of pre-colored film cartridges but the technology was a little more extensive than that. The camera was a relic out of the Soviet Union–you are to place your hands on these sensors and the machine makes some whirring noises then captures your photos. Though this technology has been debunked and blamed on heat and water content of the object (sweatier person=more “stressed out”)–the readings were shockingly on point. The left side of the photo pertains to the past two weeks, the top is your current state of mind and the right side is the future.

The first thing the lady said to me was, “you’re very sensitive.” She then went on to say that I think all day, I think way too much. She said that I don’t like talking because I feel as if people don’t understand me. But with a select few, I’m very open. (This shocked me because it’s exactly how I feel–I’m an extroverted introvert.) She concluded by mentioning that I am uncertain about a particular aspect of the future and that I need to sleep more (according to the darkness present around my face). I feel like these deductions couldn’t have been inferred from guessing. But on the other hand, they weren’t life changing. I’m still not a believer but it was a memorable/fun/touristy experience.

Electoral College: Make Hillary Clinton President on December 19

Less than 48 hours after Trump was elected, the hate crimes have begun. “It’s Trump’s America now,” they berate. Hijabs are being pulled off women’s heads and white boys and girls are chastising minorities–“Go back to where you came from!” Jihadi leaders, the KKK & Putin support him. So yes, you are xenophobic, misogynistic and racist if you support Trump. And yes, you have taken the side of the oppressor if you abstained from voting or speaking out.

These election results have been a slap in the face of every woman that has ever been sexually assaulted/harassed, every immigrant, every handicapped individual and every LGBTQ individual. My heart aches. On January 20th, I’m going to wake up in a country led by a man that hates the color of my skin. I haven’t forgotten what it felt like going to a close-minded, all-white school in a small town for eight years. I was ostracized because of the color of my skin. The day after September 11th, 2001, one of my best friends at the time asked me if I was a terrorist.

President Obama helped me let go of the resentment I harbored towards the white. He was a beacon of hope. He brought us together. He inherited a mess from George W. Bush and spear-headed a movement for change. (Don’t believe me? Google: Marriage Equality, Dodd-Frank Act, Osama Bin Laden killed, Repealed don’t ask don’t tell, Obama Phone).

“We still must be way better than men to be not quite close enough.”

The electoral college votes on December 19th. We won the popular vote. There is still hope. But if we stay silent, there is no peace on the horizon. There is no “coming together.” Do not forget anything he has said or done. Do not pardon it. I will fight the Trump administration every day for the next 4 years. He is not my president. He will never be my president.

Sign the petition:

An Ode to Significant Others

As I’ve graduated from dating in college to dating in the real world, I’ve come in contact with a harsh truth. We’re all selfish assholes. I literally blocked a guy’s number the other day because I wanted to go to Pop Physique more than I wanted to see him—and he just couldn’t take the hint. I enjoy my solitude; I’m comfortable in it. Giving up my personal time to go on an awkward first or second date is not my idea of a fun night. But how long can we keep this up until we desperately crave a close relationship only to find that we’re left with our mother and aged dog? Sorry mom. I see countless, single 30-something year olds out in LA looking as “happy” as can be. Is it an act or are they actually content with this attachment free lifestyle? (These aren’t rhetorical questions–I really want to know. Email me at

For the longest time, I used the fact that I’m moving to New York City to push away any serious commitments. Whenever the topic of graduation and the future would come up with a guy, I’d slip in a comment about the move. This worked well until it didn’t and I actually pushed away someone I really liked. That experience—me playing the “cool girl” and it backfiring—made me realize that I want a relationship. I pushed away the idea of settling down and having kids but in reality, I was afraid of the vulnerability attached to it. I have been terrified to say, “This is who I am, the good and the bad; will you accept it?”

We play this game of being uninterested until the point of apathy. We have lost the ability to care deeply, to be vulnerable. What’s so scary about someone not wanting you as long as you want you? At the moment, I’m not 100% comfortable with myself and I’m not looking to settle down with someone because of this. I’m in this transition stage of not knowing what direction I want my life to go in. This doesn’t mean I’m avoiding relationships because I’m uncertain about my future—I’m just waiting to invest my time and energy until it’s right. Life shouldn’t be wasted on half assed relationships. I know I’m going to look back at this time in my life and reminisce about the late nights out with friends, all of the uncertainty that comes with being in your 20s and living in a big city with minimal commitments. I’ll hold onto it while I can.