…you may not always see them, but they’re always there” goes a well known quote, and a couple years ago started shooting on this theme. Here’s the Houston version, and of course there’s editions over on ESJG: There’s the Texas 2009, Santa Fe Winter 2009, and Santa Fe Summer 2009 editions.

Here’s the Houston Spring of 2010 edition…

Jon Stars Photo from Adam Hribar on Vimeo.

Photo: Jon Stars

MUA: Melissa Formica

Stylist: Keishell

Hair: Latoya

Where oh where am I now? In the middle of a brainfuck.

I won’t go into toooo many details (aw! yes, well, dear reader: should you like to know that info, go interpret it from ESJG. It’s there. It’s all there- every gory detail, but in code.) but there are stars out tonight that I wish I could join in their eternal glow just to escape the multitudinous decisions that lay before me.
That’s the best, and worst, parts. Decisions. I’m really quite terrible at making them. I’m a Libra, maybe that has something to do with it. (Ya think? Yes, well, reader: should you stop editorializing we’ll get on with this….) Overall, I’ve made pretty rotten decisions in my life, and to those under 30: you pay the rest of your life for each and every consequence. You don’t get to pay your debt once.  It will sneak up on you and bite you in the ass when you least expect it, or it will haunt you forever.

New York City haunts me, to appropriately digress, and to stray from the morose. Although, how can that idea stray far from the morose I haven’t articulated, and perhaps it really doesn’t. I’m preparing to move away from the bright lights and big city in search of a simpler existence and to re-root. But NYC will stay with me no matter how far from it I stray. I’m not giving up, I’m moving forward. I have to venture away from the city in order to regroup and replenish. I have an idea of where I’ll end up, and now-sitting in a rural hill-country ranch outside of Austin, Texas, I feel like it’s time to come home. I’m a Texan, and my heart needs her sky and her sun.

I’ve spent the past week going from Ohio to Houston, and will finish out this model-tour bouncing from ATX back to Houston, on to San Antonio and then “home” to Philly (which is where my “stuff lives.) to prepare the next tour (Santa Fe-Phoenix?) and for the move.

I’ve just finished editing my St. Patty’s Day pics, and with all that is ever-changing I already miss the city. I’ll leave you with some pics, and my daily-drama will continue another day on another blog post.