In our ever-evolving and often unpredictable culture, there is something refreshing about returning to life’s simplicities. A beautiful photograph, a breathtaking painting, or the rich sound of an orchestra can remind us of what lasts among constant change. For me, that connection has always been found through music. On July 17 (my birthday) my debut album Saxophobia: Celebrating the Sax Craze of the 1920s will be released on the Chandos label, one of Europe’s most respected classical recording companies. This project celebrates the music of legendary saxophonist Rudy Wiedoeft and represents a journey that has been more than 30 years in the making.

The music itself dates back to the 1920s. While every period has its challenges, there is no denying that life moved at a simpler pace before smartphones, iPads, social media, and the endless distractions of our fast paced lives. Perhaps that is part of the reason this music continues to speak to me.

I first discovered Wiedoeft’s music through my mentor and teacher, Ted Hegvik. From the moment I heard it, I was captivated. The lightning-fast runs, crisp articulation, quirky titles (Saxophobia, Sax-O-Phun, Saxarella), and infectious melodies immediately grabbed my attention. Even today, it’s difficult to fully explain why. Like many musicians, I was influenced by my first musical loves. Growing up in central Pennsylvania, I studied the saxophone seriously, but I had never heard the instrument played in this style or manner. As a teenager, those new sounds left a huge impression on me. Looking back, it’s hard to imagine the performer I would have become had I never encountered this music.

For the past 16 years, I have been searching for ways to reintroduce and reimagine this repertoire for contemporary audiences. In 2009, I premiered SAXOPHILM in Bangkok, Thailand, a fully scripted multimedia production that combined Wiedoeft’s music with silent film clips. Originally scored for saxophone, piano, and harp, the project later expanded to full orchestra arrangements by Lanny Meyers, Andrew Cottee, and Dan Higgins. The addition of the visual component transformed the audiences’ experience also. Suddenly, listeners had a familiar visual reference, like Charlie Chaplin or Harold Lloyd, that helped connect them to this lesser known music.

I’m thrilled to be joined by 2 wonderful collaborators, Lynette Wardle (harp) and Dalton Ridenhour (piano). Between the 3 of us, we have performed with the finest ensembles, music festivals and recording projects for the past 25 years. The wealth of knowledge in other avenues of music making only enhances SAXOPHILM and the unique style it displays.

I first discovered John Wilson through his fantastic recordings with his ensemble, The John Wilson Orchestra at the Proms in the 2000’s. The precision and style that the orchestra executed is unparalleled. John was a master transcriber and interpreter of the music of Hollywood’s Golden Age. Later in 2023, I had the pleasure to work with him recording lost gems of Frank Sinatra charts with crooner and Hollywood star, Seth MacFarlane. The journey with John and I began there at the Skywalker Ranch during those recording sessions. Our zoom and email chats about the logistics and how to make this project possible really paid off. I couldn’t be more thrilled at the production quality thanks to expert engineer, Jonathan Allen who worked at Abbey Road studios for over 25 years and now collaborates with John Wilson on all of his projects with the Sinfonia of London. The whole team at Chandos was first rate from beginning to end.

That philosophy guided the evolution of SAXOPHILM, which merged music that was largely forgotten with imagery that was immediately recognizable. The response was remarkable. Audiences became engaged not only with the visuals but with the music itself, discovering a repertoire they may never have encountered otherwise.

That same spirit is abundant in Saxophobia. From April 12th to 14th, 2025, we recorded this album at London’s Royal Academy of Music. Working with John Wilson and the Sinfonia of London was an unforgettable experience. From the very first note, the orchestra brought boundless energy and vigilant articulation to the sessions. The shimmering strings, vibrant brass, and colorful percussion elevated these works in ways I had only imagined. Mikaela Bennett, soprano extraordinaire, delivered 2 spectacular period songs, which will bring a smile to your face. The new orchestrations help bridge the gap between the 1920s and today. Enhanced rhythmic elements from the drum set and expanded orchestral sonorities brought this music a higher sophistication. Early recordings had to rely on primitive technologies- single microphones and wax cylinder recordings. Many of the musical details we can capture today would have been impossible to preserve in the 1920s.

My hope is that listeners will embrace this new interpretation and discover that this music sounds and feels vibrant, relevant, and inspiring. If there is one lesson I have learned through this journey, it is the importance of remaining committed to a vision while being patient to let that vision evolve. The concept behind both SAXOPHILM and Saxophobia changed dramatically over the years, yet the concept never did: to serve the music. Music and visual art share many similarities. Both must adapt to changing technologies and expectations while keeping standards of excellence and great artistry. The tools may change, but the pursuit of beauty, authenticity, and connection remains constant.

As the album’s release approaches, my work shifts to social media, interviews, and digital promotion, opportunities that simply did not exist for previous generations of artists. Having a record label like Chandos broadens the network and reach, connecting with potential new listeners I would not be able to find on my own. The challenge is finding balance: adapting to the modern world without losing sight of one’s passion and purpose. Ultimately, my hope is simple. I hope this album brings joy to listeners. I believe its soul and charm can speak across generations.

This project would not have been possible without my trio partners, Lynette Wardle on harp and Dalton Ridenhour on piano. Their musicianship, patience, and endless support enriched every part of this process. They have been with me every step of the way, and their contributions helped make this recording special. Finally, thank you to Aleks for the creative photo shoot and the opportunity to share Saxophobia: Celebrating the Sax Craze of the 1920s with your readers.

The memories from that day are as enjoyable as the music itself. What once was old can be new again. And sometimes, in revisiting the past, we discover new and fresh territory.

The album is available at Chandos.net, and wherever you stream your music.

Saxotively yours,
Chad Smith

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We’re living in a world where you can generate the “perfect” version of yourself in five seconds flat. Perfect lighting. Flawless skin. Snatched waist. Symmetrical features. You can literally create your dream image with a simple prompt. 

It’s wild, isn’t it?

And yet… something still feels off.

Because it’s not you.

Those AI-generated headshots and hyper-polished images are hurting a lot of people’s personal brands more than people realize. Yes, I said it. Personal branding was never meant to be about creating an artificial version of yourself that looks disconnected from reality.

Why would anyone want to connect with an AI version of you? It’s inauthentic. In many ways, it’s catfishing. Because eventually people are going to meet the real human behind the image, and when the person standing in front of them doesn’t match the overly manufactured version online, trust gets broken immediately.

People don’t connect with perfection. They connect with presence, energy, emotion, and humanity. AI cannot replicate that. It can’t capture your lived experiences. It can’t read your energy. It can’t translate confidence, magnetism, depth, or the subtle things that make someone unforgettable from the way they walk into a room to the way they smile that only a camera lens can capture.

That’s the part people feel. And feeling is what creates connection.

It’s the same reason an actor can’t rely on an AI-generated image to capture their true essence. A headshot isn’t just about looking attractive. It’s about communicating emotion, personality, presence and your story in a single frame. People need to feel your depth, your essence, your humanity. An AI photo can never fake that.

Now let me be clear.

I’m all for embracing AI. I think it’s an incredible tool. I use it. But there’s a difference between using AI to support humans versus replacing them. AI can enhance efficiency, productivity, and innovation, but it cannot replace the human experience. It cannot replace connection, emotion, intuition, storytelling, or embodiment. 

And despite how advanced technology becomes, humans will always crave what feels real.

That’s why authenticity is becoming even more valuable in this next era.

Because AI is not going anywhere. In fact, it’s accelerating rapidly and being trained to replace certain jobs and automate systems faster than most people are prepared for. Which also means entrepreneurship, personal branding, and human-led businesses will become even more important moving forward.

We’re moving into an economy centered around intelligent abundance. Where people will increasingly rely on their ideas, creativity, expertise, energy, and unique human perspective across multiple projects and income streams. Whether people consider themselves entrepreneurs or not, more individuals will have to think like one.

This is exactly why I approach branding photoshoots differently.

Most people think a branding shoot is about outfits and pretty pictures. Wrong. Your photos are communicating something long before you ever open your mouth. It’s communicating your presence. Your positioning. Your energy. Your brand.

For this recent photoshoot with Carly, an actress stepping into more leading roles, we started with strategy first. Before styling even began, we got clear on who she was becoming, how she wanted to be perceived, and what energy these images needed to radiate.

From there, I created a visual style direction mood board aligned with the next level of her career and personal brand. And instead of running out to buy an entirely new wardrobe, I pulled pieces she already owned and transformed them into four elevated looks that felt polished, powerful, feminine, sophisticated, and intentional.

Because style is never just about clothing.

It’s about visual identity.

Every detail communicates something… the fit, the silhouette, the posture, the energy, the overall presence. And when all of those elements align, people don’t just see you differently. They feel you differently.

That’s something AI will never replace.

Shot downtown in Soho with KARJAKA behind the lens.

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I wake up… I look around, and I see my bedroom wall covered in moments I captured. It was 2022 when I first started taking these images consciously. Four years have passed. Now, when I look at the original pictures, it feels like poetry. My mind reminds my body how I felt. Alone… I wish I could’ve told Omar (me) that it would be okay. That these moments captured would evolve into a greater art, and that my loneliness would only lead me closer to understanding the self, the art. Closer to the child I was. Denim became the language between us — through this practice, I revisit the novelty of childhood.

When I meet people and introduce myself as an artist, I mean it. This practice has guided me as long as I can remember, from drawing a stick-figure self-portrait in preschool to just having an interest in it and finding peace. I wonder if the term ‘artist’ is as meaningful as it was before… or has it become more meaningful? I find myself studying the greats — inspired by their stories of struggle and what they went through in the old world to make it as artists. Warhol knew he had to leave Pittsburgh for New York in 1949 to pursue his career. He knew the world around him was changing into a commercialized one, and he made the crucial move to not be left behind. Basquiat let his spirit speak, leaving his frustrations, questions, and answers on the canvas for the viewers to consume. As an artist working in denim, I resonate with their stories, struggles, and families.

Creating in denim has now become a habit of mine. A habit and art form that I like. I wore a uniform until I got to college, but there were times when I could dress down, and I always wanted to match colors. If I didn’t have a certain pair of jeans or pants that I liked, it wouldn’t work. In 2025, I completed the first set of PowerJeans. A self-documentation spanning almost a full year, and at its core, is denim jeans with differentiating colors representing emotions and elements of the self. The jeans and colored leather are meant to evoke one’s earliest childhood memories. It seemed like in 2023 and 2024, we saw everything in fashion, and at a certain point, I felt it all became regurgitated. The Power Jeans’ simple silhouette, matched with eye-popping color, was my direct response to all the complicated, exaggerated silhouettes. 

In today’s world with technology, I wonder how art will be transformed, connected, moved, shared, and digested. A part of me wants to continue blending art, life, and technology into one, and that’d be the transformation. But another part of me wants to get everybody off their phones and back to digesting things physically in the real world, not on a screen in the open air where art can breathe. 

We all have internal and external struggles that get in between us and our art. Over the last six months, I’ve been battling with putting myself, my art, or the external forces around me first. Sometimes I find myself getting distracted, looking for another “peace”. But honestly, there is no other. The art of denim is my peace. Making is my peace. Using my hands to create something out of nothing is peace.

At 23, I don’t want to wonder… I know I’m great, and I know I can make it for certain. It comes down to putting myself and my art into the world. A professor once told me, “Art is not done until it is displayed for the world to see, then it’s complete.” The world must see how I see — how Omar saw in 2022, and how he’s looking forward now. I remind myself to enjoy the journey and the hardships that come along with it. I remind myself that no matter how long it takes, I must continue to put one foot after the other. I look at the world around me and imagine that one day, I will be remembered as one of the greats.

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Life, like craft, is a work in progress, and so am I.

Improvement isn’t optional, it’s tradition. For Black people, excellence has never been a luxury. It has always been a necessity. We’ve had to go further, work harder, and refine more deeply just to be considered for a fraction of the opportunities freely given to our white counterparts. That reality didn’t break us, it sharpened us. It taught us how to evolve, how to adapt, how to keep becoming.

Children of the Urf is built on the understanding that “always getting better” isn’t pressure, it’s inheritance. And “know what’s good for you” is both advice and reminder: to trust your instincts, honor your craft, and move with intention. These aren’t just slogans; they’re ways of living, ways of working, ways of seeing ourselves clearly.

I’m working to ensure that this brand is made up of tinkers and thinkers, people who work with their hands and their minds, who experiment, question, refine, and return to the work again and again. At its core, Children of the Urf is about shaping self-esteem, finding what brings people out of their shells. 

My time at Parsons School of Design was rooted in play, exploration, and self-discovery. Fashion, to me, has always been about identity and storytelling. In a space like Parsons, I stood out simply by showing up as myself. Add the audacity of being proud of who I am, where I come from, and the fearlessness to claim it, and making a statement became inevitable.

My life, especially my time in school, was defined by self-discovery, discipline, and refinement. I began millinery design during my thesis year, and what started as a component of a collection quickly became a pillar of my practice. Now, it’s a pillar of my life. Falling in love with this craft has been one of life’s truest delights. There’s always room to improve, that’s a given. At least I can admit it. What I’m building is rooted in my inner child, the part of me that still believes in fantasy, the version of myself not bound by the world’s limitations. That child still lives with me, and through my creative practice, I challenge what I’ve been taught about those limits. In honoring that voice, I’m carving out my own lane within the world of millinery, something honest, refreshing, and deeply true to me.

Right now, both the brand and I are in a special stage of becoming. As we engage with this dying craft, we’ve begun showing up in the few remaining spaces that still cherish it, and once again, we stand out. Like millinery itself, I enjoy flipping things on their head, seeing opportunities where others see constraints, and fully utilizing my perspective on the world. I view my Blackness as ever-expanding. Within the company, that’s where our point of view begins; where it ends is something still unfolding.

We’re finding our audience, and our audience is finding us, naturally, day by day, never forced. Each person who connects becomes part of the story. Every hat sold feels like someone taking a chance on me, a leap of faith we take together.

Children of the Urf is still becoming, just like me. Always learning. Always crafting. Always improving. And if you’re willing to grow with us, there’s a crown waiting for you.

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Writing is a slow, quiet metamorphosis. It begins in the margins of your life, in the quiet spaces between obligations, and eventually, it becomes the very air you breathe. When people ask what it’s like to be an author, I find myself struggling to explain that it isn’t just a career choice—it’s a way of seeing. It’s the constant, internal translation of the world into words, the way a sunset isn’t just a change in light but a metaphor for a character’s fading hope, or how a stranger’s laughter in a crowded room becomes the rhythm for a scene you haven’t written yet.

​Growing as a writer is a journey of shedding old skins. In the early days, you are enchanted by the sheer magic of creation, but as you go deeper, you realize that writing is as much about architecture as it is about art. You learn to embrace the “ugly first draft,” understanding that you cannot polish a blank page. There is a profound, humbling growth that happens when you realize your first instinct isn’t always your best one. 

​Throughout this evolution, the most transformative element hasn’t been the craft itself, but the overwhelming waves of support and love from people I never expected to reach. There is a unique vulnerability in putting your inner world onto paper; it feels like walking into a crowded room with your ribcage open. But instead of judgment, I found a community of kindred spirits. I think back to the specific moments that anchored me: the online book community that stayed awake across three different time zones just to cheer me on as I hit my daily word count; and the fellow authors who reached out not as competitors, but as mentors, sharing the hard-won secrets of their own journeys.

​This connection deepened into something sacred as the story began to find its way into the hands of readers. There is a specific kind of magic that happens when a “fan” becomes a friend through the medium of the page. I remember the first time someone sent me a message saying they stayed up until dawn because they couldn’t put Elemental Awakening down; it felt like a handshake across the void. I’ve received the art of my characters that captured exactly the expression I had imagined but couldn’t quite describe. I’ve seen readers theorize plot twists in ways that made me realize they knew this world as intimately as I did. From the friends who kept cheering me on when they knew I was deep in a plot hole, to the readers who see themselves in my characters, the connection has been breathtaking. This journey can be solitary, but it is never lonely when you realize your words are building bridges to other hearts.

Central to this journey is the delicate, often contentious dance between “The Muse” and “The Work.” In the romanticized version of authorship, the Muse is a divine visitor who strikes with a bolt of lightning, leaving a finished masterpiece in her wake. But I have learned that the Muse is a fickle guest; she only likes to show up when the room is already clean, and the lights are on. If I waited for inspiration to strike, Elemental Awakening would still be a series of scattered notes in a dusty journal. ​”The Work” is the daily grit of showing up when the Muse is nowhere to be found. It is the discipline of typing through the “sands” of a transition scene or a difficult bit of exposition. I’ve realized that the Muse doesn’t start the fire; she just fans the flames that “The Work” has already built. There is a strange, quiet dignity in the days where every word feels like pulling teeth, because those are the days that prove you are a writer, not just someone who has ideas. Balancing the two means honoring the flashes of brilliance when they come, but trusting the labor of your own hands when they don’t.

​The logistics of this life reflect this balance. 

Being an author is a business of intentionality. It is the grit of the all nighters, the non-negotiable ritual of coffee and a blank screen while the rest of the world is sleeping. It’s a 70/30 split between the invisible labor and the visible art—hours spent in the “bottleneck” of research, digging for the perfect historical detail or scientific nuance that makes a magical system feel grounded in reality. It’s the “administrative sprawl” of managing social media, responding to emails, and navigating the labyrinth of the publishing process while trying to keep your creative soul intact. You learn that productivity isn’t about waiting for inspiration to strike, but about showing up to your desk even when the well feels dry.

​Perhaps the most terrifying and rewarding logistical hurdle is the “First Reader” experience. Handing over your manuscript for the first time is a rite of passage that feels like an emotional earthquake. I remember the paralyzing wait for the first round of feedback—the way every notification on my phone made my heart skip. But when that feedback arrived, it wasn’t the critique that stayed with me; it was the realization that someone else was now carrying my characters in their head. Seeing a reader’s reaction to a twist I had agonized over, or hearing that they wept at a scene I wrote while crying myself, validated the months of isolation. Those first readers are the bridge between your private world and the public sphere; they are the first ones to tell you that your “lifeline” has the power to become someone else’s anchor, too.

​Yet, even with that validation, the shadow of Imposter Syndrome followed me through every chapter. There is a persistent voice in the back of an author’s mind that whispers, Who are you to tell this story? Who gave you permission to take up space? I spent weeks staring at my finished manuscript, convinced that the moment it reached a wider audience, they would see right through me—they would see the scared person from that “difficult season” instead of a “real” writer. Overcoming that fear didn’t happen in a single moment of triumph; it happened through the slow realization that “Author” is not a title bestowed by others, but a commitment you make to yourself. I had to learn to treat my Imposter Syndrome like a noisy neighbor: I can hear her through the wall, but I don’t have to invite her over for dinner. I realized that if the story felt real to me, it would feel real to someone else.

​That “difficult season” was a time when the ground beneath me felt less like solid earth and more like shifting sand. It was a period of profound uncertainty, where my voice felt small, and my future felt like a series of closed doors. In those hours when I couldn’t find the strength to speak to the world, I found the strength to write to myself. I began to pour my grief, my questions, and my flickering hopes into the characters of Elemental Awakening. If I couldn’t control the chaos in my own life, I could at least guide my protagonist through theirs. I realized that the magic I was writing about—the ability to harness the elements—was a metaphor for my own need to reclaim my power.

​To build this reclamation into the world itself, I developed an elemental system that mirrored the fracture and eventual healing of the soul. I envisioned four distinct realms, each reflecting a different facet of the human experience. There is the Air Element, where the air is thin and the magic is as flighty as an unanchored thought; the Fire Element, where the heat is a constant reminder of the passion and anger we often try to suppress; the Water Element, where secrets are held in the crushing weight of the ocean; and the Earth Element, where the earth demands a grounded, stoic strength. My protagonist’s journey across learning to wield these elements wasn’t just a quest for survival—it was a journey toward integration. She had to learn that she couldn’t just master the fire; she had to find the fluidity of the water, the freedom of air, and the stability of the earth to truly “awaken.”

It wasn’t just about physical attraction; it was about two souls recognizing the jagged edges in one another and choosing to stay anyway. I spent hours refining their dialogue, ensuring that every glance and every unspoken word carried the weight of their shared history. I wanted the reader to feel the magnetism of a love that is both a sanctuary and a challenge. In building their romance, I found myself exploring my own capacity for vulnerability, learning that the most powerful connections are often the ones that require us to lower our shields.

​Now, as I stand on the precipice of my launch, the transition from “Private Writer” to “Public Author” feels like stepping out of a dimly lit room into the midday sun. For years, these characters were mine alone; they lived in the quiet corners of my mind and the ink of my journal. Now, I am learning to let them go. The transition is jarring—shifting from the internal work of creation to the external work of advocacy. It means learning to speak about my work with pride rather than a whispered apology. It means realizing that once the book is in a reader’s hands, the story no longer belongs to me—it belongs to them. This “going public” is the final act of courage in the author’s journey, the moment where you trust that the lifeline you built for yourself is strong enough to carry others.

​As the world-building expanded, so did my own sense of self. Every magical system I built was a mirror of my own healing process. The “tension” and “yearning” of the genre weren’t just tropes to me; they were the very emotions I was navigating every single day—the yearning for a version of myself that was no longer afraid.

​When the time finally came to write the last chapter, the experience was physical. I remember the weight of my hands on the keys, the way my breath hitched as I typed out the final interaction between my leads. It wasn’t just a sense of accomplishment; it was a profound sense of “leaving.” I had lived in this world for so long that finishing it felt like moving out of a house I had built with my own hands. 

This process taught me that stories are not just escapism; they are survival. When the real world felt too heavy, the world within my pages provided a sanctuary where I could process pain through the lens of magic and resolve. Now, looking back at the thousands of words that have flowed from that initial spark, I realize that being an author is more than just publishing a book. It’s about the resilience required to keep showing up for your characters when you feel like you have nothing left to give. It is a testament to the fact that beauty can grow from the hardest soil, and that sharing our stories is perhaps the most courageous thing we can do. As I step forward into this next chapter, I carry with me every word of encouragement, every shared tear, and the enduring belief that as long as there is a story to tell, there is a reason to keep going.

Styled by Sarah Goldrainer.

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We live in an era where the world is curated, filtered, and increasingly generated by artificial intelligence. From the perfect Instagram photo to AI-generated influencers with flawless faces and “ideal” proportions, it’s becoming harder to distinguish what’s real — and even harder to love what is.

But here’s the truth: You are real. And that alone is revolutionary.

In a digital culture that pushes perfection, being unapologetically, authentically yourself — body, mind, and soul — is a radical act. Your stretch marks, your quirks, your emotions, your laugh that’s just a little too loud — those aren’t flaws. They’re fingerprints of your humanity. And no AI, no algorithm, can replicate that.

The AI Illusion: Perfection Without Personality

Artificial intelligence can now create everything from artwork to poetry to eerily lifelike photos of people who don’t exist. And while the tech is impressive, it’s also dangerous when it becomes the lens through which we view beauty and worth. The issue isn’t AI itself — it’s the illusion of perfection it projects.

Social media feeds are now filled with AI-enhanced selfies, virtual models, and “glow-ups” that erase pores, wrinkles, and any hint of aging or imperfection. And when we scroll through this digital perfection daily, it starts to chip away at how we see ourselves in the mirror.

But here’s a reminder: perfection is boring. It’s predictable. It lacks soul.

You weren’t made to look like a filter. You weren’t made to be symmetrical or sculpted by an algorithm. You were made to be you — vibrant, evolving, messy, magical.

Reclaiming Your Body: A Home, Not a Hashtag

Your body isn’t a brand. It’s not a trend. It’s not a “before and after” photo waiting to happen.

Your body is a home — the only one you’ll ever truly live in. And it deserves to be loved not because it looks like someone else’s ideal, but because it carries you through life, every single day. That doesn’t mean you always have to feel amazing about how you look. Body love isn’t a constant state — it’s a practice. Some days it’s bold and fierce. Other days it’s quiet and patient. But every day, it’s about choosing kindness over criticism.

We’ve been taught to believe that we have to earn self-love. That we need to change, shrink, tone, or tweak before we’re worthy of love or pride.

But the truth? You don’t need to change to be lovable. You need to unlearn the lie that you ever weren’t.

Authenticity in the Age of Algorithms

In a world where even personality is becoming programmable, authenticity is your superpower.

When AI can mimic human expression, creativity, and even emotion, what makes you you is more valuable than ever. Your lived experiences, your unique perspective, your voice, your flaws — they’re irreplaceable.

AI can simulate connection, but it can’t feel. It can imitate empathy, but it can’t truly understand. It can generate content, but it can’t create meaning like a human soul can.

Your presence — raw, real, unedited — is a breath of fresh air in a digital landscape obsessed with the artificial.
So how do you stay grounded in your realness when everything around you is designed to distract or distort?

6 Ways to Stay Authentically You in an AI-Generated World

1.  Unfollow Perfection: Curate your social feed like you curate your space. Follow creators and voices who inspire you with truth, not just polished aesthetics.

2.  Celebrate Your Body’s Story: Every scar, stretch mark, and freckle tells a story. Start seeing your body not as a project, but as a journal of your life.

3.  Make Time for the Tangible: In a world of screens and simulations, prioritize real-world experiences — walks, art, music, laughter, connection.

4.  Use Tech, Don’t Let It Use You: AI can be a tool, but it should never be your measuring stick. Create with it. Learn from it. But don’t let it define your value.

5.  Speak Your Truth, Even If It’s Messy: Perfection is silent. Authenticity speaks — sometimes awkwardly, sometimes loudly, but always truthfully.

6.  Practice Radical Self-Kindness: In moments when you feel less-than, meet yourself with compassion, not judgment. You’re not broken. You’re becoming.

You Are Not a Copy. You Are an Original.

Think about it: the world already has perfect avatars, filtered faces, curated feeds. What it doesn’t have is another you. Your essence. Your energy. Your unique way of seeing the world.

That’s what makes you beautiful.

When you walk into a room with your shoulders back and your spirit intact — not because you look “perfect,” but because you feel whole — people notice. That’s the kind of confidence that no AI can fake. It’s the kind of love that grows from within.

Final Thoughts: You Are the Revolution

Being authentically yourself — body, mind, and soul — in a world that profits off your insecurity? That’s revolutionary. Loving yourself in a culture that constantly tells you to edit, alter, and apologize? That’s powerful.

So take up space. Be loud. Be soft. Be proud of your curves, your skin, your smile lines, your story. You’re not falling short. You’re coming home to yourself.

In a world that’s trying to make everyone the same, your realness is your rebellion.

And it’s beautiful.

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From Down The Rabbit hole – Karly – Special Issue

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Contemporary Artists Kathleen Supove & Randall Woolf Find Love Between the Notes

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Incongruity is underrated if you ask me. The bizarre, absurd, the playful. I love a photo, or any other art form for that matter, that makes me laugh, gasp, takes my breath away, that makes me weep. Photography is more than something pretty to look at it. It draws you in, gets you thinking, lingers like a lovers perfume on your lapel, hours after an engagement.

Give me a bent nose, an overly verbose black ball gown in the oppressing Nevadan heat, a story of a lovers first glance across a crowded cold ferry ride to sweep me off my feet and swell my soul. That’s my quest to capture as an artist.

Pretty is the presentation, allure and intrigue are the remnants of coffee left behind in the vessel. What was said with the coffee, and with whom? What paired with the nectar of life? Milky smooth Columbian froth subsides and what remains is the core, the substance of it all.

As we close out 2019, take heed of your vessel. Fill your cup with abundance and substance, and cry out Karjaka for an incongruous response.

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If you haven’t figured it out, I’m genuinely interested in people. Portrait photographers by nature are makeshift anthropologists, psychologist, sociologist and various other “-gists” all wrapped into one. Me? I’m more interested in who someone is on a global level. That’s part of the secret of what shows up in my photographs.

Now don’t get me wrong, I adore Fashion. I mean it, you heard me, adore. I’m that guy you’ll find on the street complimenting complete strangers on their outfits and style. I usually get a Thank You and a smile. Everyone’s day is brightened up a bit. It’s a small, almost insignificant gesture, but an important one nonetheless. Note, I’m usually by my office on 5th Ave or Soho where fashion lives. However, I’ll sometimes get strange looks, which often correlates with the outfit their wearing as well. Or maybe I’m just a bit eccentric?

Regardless, I’m still a firm believer if you look good, you feel good. Plain and simple. You’re ready to take on whatever lies ahead. Portrait photographers often get a bad wrap in their lack of interest or understanding of fashion. If anything, as a portrait photographer it means my interest is heightened. Fashion and Style enhance, or in some cases mute, the subject matter.

The take away with this fashionable exposé? Not everyone works or deals in fashion, and news flash… you deal with fashion everyday if you’re not a nudist, but that does not give us reprieve from dressing well and looking good. In this day and age of heightened marketing and branding through social media, it would seem that now, more than ever, would be the time to get interested in who you are, and who you present yourself to be in a photograph or on 5th Ave.

Get interested in You in a Karjaka Portrait.

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