Alright, so we all know that Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran is about Taylor Swift.


Yes, duh-doy indeed, Britta. But while I am 98% sure Tenerife Sea is about Taylor, I am 99% sure Ed Sheeran’s song One is about her too! In my opinion, even though he doesn’t explicitly say the phrase “in love” like he does in Tenerife Sea, One is even more intimate and beautiful. 


Wait, wait, hear me out. Let’s take a look at the lyrics for One, shall we?

Tell me that you turned down the man
Who asked for your hand
'Cause you're waiting for me

Pretty self-explanatory first few lines here. I read somewhere that this song is about Ed’s ex Alice, and how he just wants to be able to friends with her after they’re broken up. But “waiting for me” leads me to believe that whoever Ed is singing about, he’s never dated her. So it can’t be about Alice.

And I know, you’re gonna be away a while
But I’ve got no plans at all to leave

Now, this is where is gets interesting. I’m not quite sure what he meant by her being away for a while, perhaps when she went off to do the Asian leg of the Red Tour without him? In any case, it’s the second line we’re going to be tearing apart.

Track 9 of Taylor’s Red album is a song called Stay. It’s basically a song about a girl who’s finally found a guy who she is passionate about, and who is everything she’s looking for. It’s a super happy/amazing song. 

In the bridge of Stay, Taylor sings, “All those times that you didn’t leave/it’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life” 


That’s right, Raven. Ed is promising this “mystery girl” that he’ll never leave, just like the guy in Taylor’s song never does. 

I’m not saying Stay is about Ed, necessarily. The liner notes of Stay read “DAYDREAMING ABOUT REAL LOVE”, so Taylor could just be singing about her ideal romantic relationship, but either way, it would seem that Ed is referencing said ideal relationship.

Not convinced? Let’s carry on.

And would you take away my hopes and dreams and just stay with me?

Yes, even more references to the song Stay! Besides the obvious (saying the actual word “stay”), Ed also says “hopes and dreams”. In Stay, Taylor also says in the bridge, “You took the time to memorize me/my fears, my hopes and dreams”

But it would seem that Taylor and Ed are using the term “hopes and dreams” in different contexts. This line is a little difficult, but I believe that Ed is saying that because of the industry they work in, because of media and everything else, they both know that a romantic relationship would never work out in the end; maybe if they were just two normal people, it would be different. So I think this is Ed’s version of “daydreaming” when he asks her to take away his hopes and dreams (his music career, everything he’s ever dreamed of), so that they could just be together. 


We can dream, Brittany Murphy.

All my senses come to life
While I’m stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I’ll never leave again

The chorus is a little rough for me to decipher. The closest I could tell is that this moment he’s referencing, where he’s stumbling home drunk, is something very specific between him and Taylor that he’s referencing. 

'Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you’ll never leave again
'Cause you are the only one


Girl, I know. The idea that this “mystery girl” is the only one for him in the entire world? That slays me to the core.

Let’s decipher. “And all my friends have gone to find/Another place to let their hearts collide” It is not secret that Ed and Taylor are BFF’s. And I’m sure everyone has experienced being friends with somebody, only to have that friend get into a relationship and make that the most important part of their life (not unjustifiably, just unfortunately). Ed is saying that stuff like that keeps happening to him with friends, they eventually go to find someone else who is their number one person, and he just wants Taylor and him to be each other’s number ones, even if they’re just friends forever.

Take my hand and my
Heart and soul, I will
Only have these eyes for you

Aw :)

And you know, everything changes but
We’ll be strangers if we see this through
You could stay within these walls and bleed
Or just stay with me

Oh lord, now

First, let’s address the most damning piece of evidence in the entire song: “And you know, everything changes”—hmm, like they’re song they wrote together, Everything has Changed??


Gather yourselves, I know that was a shock. But that line solidifies my opinion that this song is about Taylor.

The line after: “We’ll be strangers if we see this through.” Possibly my favorite lyric in the song. This is Ed again saying that because of what they do, they won’t be able to have a happy ending together, and with how passionately they feel about each other, there would most likely not be a “clean” break up. What if they dated, and broke up, and weren’t friends anymore? That’s a risk he isn’t willing to take. So sad; I love this lyric.

Then he sings, “You could stay within these walls and bleed/Or just stay with me”—a lyric from Everything has Changed is “all my walls stood tall painted blue”, and again, I think this is Ed daydreaming too. They’re both afraid to get hurt, so they keep a wall around their hearts, but he wishes they would just stay together and let everything else melt away.

All my senses come to life
While I’m stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I’ll never leave again
'Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you’ll always be a friend

'Cause you are the only one

As long as she’s at least his friend, he’ll be okay.

I’m stumbling off drunk, getting myself lost
I am so gone, so tell me the way home
I listen to sad songs, singing about love
And where it goes wrong

This seems to be Ed referencing that specific time he got drunk that has to do with Taylor. It gives me the feels to the power of 10 to picture him walking around drunk and sad and listening to sad songs, reminding himself why they can’t be together.

All my senses come to life
While I’m stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I’ll never leave again
'Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you’ll always be a friend
'Cause you are the only one

But, this is only one girl’s opinion. Lyrics are my favorite part of any song, which is one of the reasons why Taylor is my favorite person on planet Earth. She is so amazing at putting her thoughts down into a beautiful melody, and I love that she is best friends with Ed, who is also amazing at it.

But I think that’s the cool thing about songs and poems. Even if they were written with one particular idea in mind, they can be interpreted any way you want, to be about what you need them to be at the moment. 

But it would also be awesome if you felt like this after you read all this:



♫ Music Mondays 
{Love Will Tear Us Apart}

 You felt absolutely dreadful. Both your heart and your head ached, causing you to curl up in agony. This thing they called love wasn’t turning out as well as everybody had made it seem. It was painful, sullen, and it was pure misery was what love was, in your opinion at least. You spend so much time convincing yourself you love someone just find that you’ve slowly grown apart some ten years later all the while you were trying to keep some kind of “spark”, or whatever you may call it, alive. You find that all of the ideals of love you’ve based an entire family upon was all just a fantasy and that was quite possibly the worst realization in the world. To find that the love you had so strongly believed in was nothing but some sort of reverie you had built up for failure. It was a harsh and cruel awakening that too many relationships had to go through and, unfortunately, you and Harry were next.
 As you laid motionless on your bed, clutching your daughter’s sleeping body to your own, you did your best to keep your constant sobs silent as to not wake her. The poor child was already worried as is. She had seen most of the fights between you and Harry and you felt absolutely horrid about that. It had really tugged at your heartstrings when she had innocently asked you why the two of you were fighting so often before making you give her a promise to try to be nicer to her father. It was quite the empty promise at the time, but as you held your baby’s sleeping body next to you, you vowed you would try to keep her from the misery that was yours and Harry’s relationship.
 Divorce had been a recent option that you had brought to Harry’s attention. You had even gone as far as filing for the papers and asking Harry to sign only to have him rip up the packet and yell at you for asking him such a thing. The two of you held a grudge since then that had put a terrible air over your entire household. You didn’t even speak to Harry unless it was absolutely necessary and that was usually whenever your daughter was around. The most awkward time of day, though, was at night. The night you had asked Harry to sign the divorce papers, he took to the living room couch for the night. After that, though, he would only stay in your room if your daughter asked him to. These were usually the most melancholy times for you because the two of you would keep to your respective sides of the bed as if it was a sin to sleep in the same bed. You wouldn’t even face each other if the two of you could help it. The rest of the time, though, Harry would sleep in one of the spare bedrooms.
 The sound of your front door being pushed open signaled Harry’s arrival and you silently hoped that he wouldn’t bother you as you subconsciously tightened your grip on your daughter. You feigned sleep as you heard Harry’s heavier footsteps along your hallway, keeping completely still and silent of hopes of being left alone. This was all put aside, though as a heavy tapping on your door interrupted your daughter’s sleep. You sighed out, knowing it must be important if Harry was knocking on your door. You carefully slid your arms from your peaceful daughter before quickly rising from your cozy bed, trying to be as brief as possible so that you could deal with Harry.
"What?" You lightly called out from behind your closed door, hoping that Harry was just checking the whereabouts of your daughter.
"I need to talk to you," Harry whispered through the door, making you let out a low grumble before you briskly opened your door and stepped into your hallway where Harry’s tired body met you.
"What is it?" You breathed out, hoping Harry would rush his words so that you could be done with him that much sooner.
"I’ve been calling you for hours. Why the hell haven’t you been answering?" Harry spat out in a whisper, his finger angrily pointing at the ground.
"We’re not doing this here," you huffed out before pushing past him to make your way towards your dark kitchen.
"When you don’t answer your phone, you lead me to believe that you’re not okay," Harry started, his footsteps following you into your kitchen before you switched on a dim light.
"Oh, we both know I don’t answer you anymore. You know to call the house phone whenever you want to talk to Y/D/N," you rolled your eyes as you turned to look at Harry’s steamed features before crossing your arms and leaning against the edge of your counter.
"No, I’m sick of this, Y/N! I’m sick of coming home to this dysfunctional family and having to constantly assure our daughter that we’re okay because we’re most definitely not okay,” Harry shook his head at you.
"What do you want me to do, Harry? I’ve already asked you to sign the divorce papers and you tore them up,” you pointed at him briefly before crossing your arms once again.
"That’s because I’m not about to tear this family apart," Harry shook his head in disbelief.
"What’s better then, Harry? Having Y/D/N living in an unhappy household where her parents are always fighting or having her in separate homes where the people she’s influenced by are happy?" You reasoned, your palms facing the ceiling to make your point.
"I’m not divorcing you, Y/N," Harry avoided the question with a frustrated shake of his head.
"Why not? Give me one reason you want to stay with me!" You laughed bitterly as your hand went to rest on your hip.
"Y/D/N is too small to understand," Harry mumbled.
"That’s not a valid reason, Harry. We both know that. There’s never an age where you can fully comprehend why you’re parents divorce," you shook your head, sadly.
"I’m not going to do that to her," Harry shrugged.
"Does this have something to do with your parents getting divorced when you were younger?" You offered, trying to find a break through.
"No, of course not," Harry rejected the idea without a second thought.
"Harry, I," you paused as your palm went to wipe your face, "I really don’t know what to tell you. I’m not going to pretend that we’re some sort of happy family when we’re not."
"I still love you," Harry aimlessly blurted.
"We both know that isn’t true,” you slightly raised your voice as you started getting frustrated.
"Yes, it is. I love you and I think we need," Harry began rambling empty promises once again, the way he had done in previous arguments.
No. No, Harry. I don’t love you and you don’t love me. Stop lying! I hate it! I want a divorce,” you cried out before walking past Harry and into your living room.
"We’re not getting a divorce,” Harry stated firmly through clenched teeth.
"And why not? Huh? Why? Look at all of this crap," you extended your arms as your eyes skimmed over all of the furnishings and decorations set elaborately in your living room, "look at all of these things! We were a lost cause from the beginning, Harry. Why can’t you see that?”
"I do, okay? I can see that we’re not in love, anymore. I can see that, perfectly," Harry assured, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Then why won’t you give me a divorce?" You sobbed, trying to hold back the tears the best you could.
"Y/D/N’s too young," Harry started lying once again, sending you into overdrive.
Stop saying that! Gosh! All you ever do is lie to me! Tell me the truth, Harry. Why are you holding onto all of this?” You burst into a fit of sobs as your vision started to blur over.
"I’m notlying to you,” Harry growled as he looked up to find you in hysterics.
"Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it!” You repeated with furious shakes of your head when you didn’t hear what you wanted to hear.
"Calm down, Y/N," Harry sighed as you started raging.
"It isn’t true! None of it is true," you suddenly panicked before rushing to your nearest household object and flinging it at Harry, certain resentment starting to emerge.
"Y/N, stop," Harry ordered as he held up his forearms to deflect the object you had sent forcefully his way.
"You’re such a brute! Why won’t you give me what I want?" You rambled as you continued searching for things to chuck at Harry’s head, finally settling for the vase he had given you on your wedding day.
"Put that down,” Harry demanded, his eyes widening as you clutched the expensive piece in your hands, crying like a child would without its nap.
"Why won’t you give me a divorce?" You inquired once more, giving him one more chance to redeem himself.
"I’ve already told you," Harry barked, infuriated with your actions.
"Tell me the truth," you begged as Harry marched towards you and grabbed a hold of the vase in your hands.
"I have, now give me the vase," Harry started tugging at the vase as you openly wept.
"No," you childishly gasped, holding your firm grip on the meaningless symbol of love you once held so dearly.
"Let go of it, Y/N, so help me," Harry finally pulled the small belonging out of your stubborn hold.
"Why?" You yelled once more, angry that Harry had taken your threat from your hands.
"Because I still care for you," Harry snapped with defeat as he held the glass vase in his hands with relief.
"No, you don’t," you shook your head, still violently sobbing as an infant might.
"Stop that," Harry wrinkled his nose as he stared at your reddened features with disgust, "I do."
"You always say that but you don’t mean it," you sniffled, trying to compose yourself.
"I didn’t say I love you, I said I care for you,” Harry paused for your response.
"What does that even mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you wiped your face.
"It means," Harry trailed off before letting out an exasperated sigh, "it means that I may not love you the way man and wife should love each other but I still love you very much. I mean… I’ve known you forever. It’s odd to think of the time when you weren’t with me, really. I’m just… I just feel like I have a responsibility over you. I made a vow, you know. I just… I can’t imagine a life you aren’t a part of.”
 A silence came over the two of you and you were suddenly put at ease. You were thankful that he had finally said it and put it so nicely into words so truthful. It was true; you felt the same way he did. A part of you loved him dearly but not the way you were supposed to love your husband. You had grown apart and that much was evident as Harry’s head sunk to a bowing position. You let out a sigh as you hugged yourself, not really sure how to react to the things your legal partner in life had just said. The silence continued for a long time as you thought about what to respond to make the situation a little less tense then it already was.
"Harry, I’m not saying," you began before Harry swiftly cut you off.
"I’ll sign the papers in the morning. I’m going to bed," Harry announced before raising his bowed head and straightening his hunched back, "goodnight."
"Goodnight," you mumbled as you watched Harry walk away from you.

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Concert OneRepublic from 2006

Ryan was without ring!


If there’s one person you don’t starring in a film which is best described as a “bawdy sex romp”, it’s Woody Allen. Even if you ignore the allegations that surround him (tough to do, I acknowledge), just the man himself is the antithesis of sex appeal; a neurotic, nebbish Jewish guy who looks increasingly like a sentient flaccid penis, his presence negating any potential eroticism in whatever film he may be in.

Fading Gigolo is one such “romp”, written, directed, and starring everyone’s favourite character actor John Turturro. But for all the goodwill I have towards Turturro, I can’t in good critical conscience be positive about this. On paper, a farce centring on an octogenarian pimp and his middle-aged, near-mute prostitute has some comedic potential, but in reality it spurns barely nascent laughs for pretensions of depth, a flavour of melancholy and regressive characterisation. The women of Fading Gigolo are either sex-crazed nymphos or meek wallflowers, but either way, they’re given little life or shading outside of their interactions with the wrinkled male lead duo, who are themselves barely sketched out. And you’re stretching the suspension of disbelief beyond breaking point when you ask your audience to believe that women as beautiful and successful as Sofia Vergara and Sharon Stone are having trouble finding a willing man to be the third point in a menage a trois with them, to the extremes where they have to pay someone to participate, especially when that someone looks like Turturro.

With a pace akin to molasses, uninspired humour and a weak attempt at criticising Orthodox Judaism for its prehistoric view on women (not exactly a daring move, but if you’re going to commit to it, then actually commit to it), it’s amazing none of the famous faces involved didn’t pull Turturro aside to convince him to either not make this, or give it a few dozen more rewrites. It’s an unfortunate addition to the droves of shameless vanity projects which already pack the annals of popular cinema.


Another project for a studio photography project I have named “One With Nature” that explores the idea of being one with nature.

All of the photos in this set are self portraits and were shot with two strobes. The first is lit with a soft box on the right with a beauty dish on the left and the last two are lit with the soft box on the left and the beauty dish on the right.