Graffiti will always have a place in my heart. When I was younger and in grade school I will draw the names of my peers on notebook paper and sell it to them for $1. In highschool, I learned what a black book was. Every lunch period all the guys will take out their books, the lunch tables will be covered in markers, and everyone will trade books, drawing and hitting them up. After high school I found my scene with a small graff crew, and it was spray painting season from there on out.
Though I don’t dabble anymore, since I have grown to exercise the freedom of finding different canvases—like I mentioned before, graffiti lives in my soul. When I saw the invitation for one of my friend’s work that will be displayed, I didn’t even ask questions. I knew I had to go, and just ‘pop up’ and that I did. I haven’t seen them in a couple of years, so I decided to stay quiet, jump on the Metro North and find my way to Connecticut.
The show was great and I had the pleasure of not only reconnecting with old friends, but making new ones as well.
Thanks again for having me!

Category: Personal Life
Photo Journal 04.14.18
Family: Yes, Another One
In between all of the drawings and photography sessions in my life, I try my best to always make time for family. The kiddies are growing a little too quickly. My niece Harlie is one and already walking, running everywhere. and my nephew Amaury is turning 1 soon, and is still working on trying to get his first tooth.
I try my best to take advantage when everyone is a bit dressed up, and set my camera close to me. There’s something personal about catching loved ones candidly. I’m a big fan of having your personality shine through. And since babies grow so quickly, I try to catch all of their innocent moments before it’s too late.
Today we got the big news that we’ll be having another little rugrat to spoil, and I’m so eager to have another little to capture and give all my hugs to.

Travel: Twenty Nine In The Big Easy
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Turning 29, you would think I was I would be panicking knowing that I’m only one year away from the big 3-0. Today doesn’t even feel like my birthday. I’m sitting in the airport for a flight that I had rescheduled for 8am instead of 2pm. It’s currently 4:30 in the morning, and my eyes feel heavy. I lay my head on my carry on book bag, and take a nap. The sound of a little kid wakes me up, and he’s the cutest little thing, just staring out the window, watching the snow fall on the planes.
A few hours later I find myself in New Orleans. My sneakers aren’t really my friends right now. When I arrive at my airbnb, my host Katie introduces me to Grace, who just landed as well. I ask Grace if she has eaten already and she gladly agrees to find some food with me.
I let her pick the place and we settle at a nice organic spot near Jackson Square.
I order a salmon Po Boy, while she goes for crab. Oh, my goodness… talk about delicious. We depart ways since she has a conference to attend to, and I decide to roam… give my feet more reasons to hate me.
Grace is an absolute doll. I mentioned that I was going on a ghost tour later that night, and she signed right up to join me! I was so looking forward to that. I know I needed sleep, but I was pushing through.
Birthday’s usually tend to be this big grand thing. I don’t have my birthday up on social media, haven’t advertised it in a few years. Though my day was nice and quiet, I have to thank God for my blessings. I am experiencing new food, in a new city, with new friend. God is good.
I’ll be posting up more pictures on my instagram @millistephaniaphotography if you want to go sneak a little look.




























