Lost and found

Obsessed with this song already. The accent is the best part. The video makes me think they are joining the illuminati or something.

 Meeeee

Meeeee

After I got to know Patrick I’ve become so much appreciative of Ireland. I lived here for 5 years before and I never knew who Michael Collins were. He is so patriotic it’s hard to not see his point of view. After that song came out I’m constantly going “clickity clickity clack clack clack clickity clickity clack clack clack”.

Soap Opera

Lately I feel like I’ve lived life like I’ve been in the main cast of a soap opera. Im sure that sounds weird, but I was texting Jenny the other day and told her about this girl I know who is so sly and been mean to me, tried her luck with Patrick while I was there, has ignored me on purpose (in public) when I’ve said hi, bitched about me behind my back and clearly doesn’t like me. I told Jenny about her recently because she requested to follow me on Instagram which I thought was so strange. Like, wtf is her agenda?! I’ve been nothing but nice to her and she’s made her efforts to freeze me out and make me feel crap. Jenny pointed out that she sounds like an evil side character in a soap opera, and that’s exactly the vibe she has!! It cracked me up so much when she said it and it had me thinking about all the other drama I’ve stumbled into recently that is (alarmingly) a lot like a soap opera plot.


The amount of people that’s tried to come in-between me and Patrick is unreal. Girls I don’t even know and that Patrick isn’t even close with has been rude and weird at parties and tried to be all over Patrick (I trust Patrick 100% so it’s hilarious to see them fail.) And people seem to have vendettas against me and I just don’t know why! Like, I have two neighbours down the road. I’ve been friends with them for years. It’s a little over a year ago that I went down there for drinks and they actually helped me out a lot when I moved house. They were amazing. I have tried to arrange to see them a few times, but it didn’t end up suiting any of us and recently I met them by chance down the road and I said “oh hey” all happy and only one of them responded with a short and stern “hi” and turned away. I said “how are you?” and she said “good” all short and they both looked away and kept walking. LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. Let me point out that I have known them for years. But that’s just one good example and representation of so many little things that’s happened here recently. I feel like it’s a country side thing. Everyone is so concerned with what other people get up to. And it’s so soap opera-esque! I imagine that, on TV, the story would stop following me for a bit and the viewer would find out that she just found out that he cheated on her and there was a huge drama there that I wasn’t even aware of and I just got the short “hi” in the middle of their drama.


Never before have this many people tried to get in-between my relationships before. Lately I’ve had to learn to be cautious because people are fake, have agendas, try to get you to tell them things so they can start rumours and all that. I’m not used to that stuff at all. It’s waaaay too soap opera. All the scenarios I’ve used as examples have been about grown up people, by the way. Not teenagers or anything. And then a few of them still view my insta stories and creep on me on purpose afterwards. It’s so hard to wrap my head around why they would do that. One of my friends, Emer, gave me a fantastic advice. She gives people like that serial killer names or horror movie names. So now I do the same. I have one Nannie Doss (a serial killer that killed men with rat poison) and Creepy McCreeperson. It gives the whole situation a more bearable and comical narrative. I’ll just go “hey, there’s Nannie Doss again” and it’s easier to not take them so seriously.


Although I do rise above it all I have to say it’s been really hard to stay standing through it all considering my depression, anxiety and having very few people around me just the last year. It’s a lot easier to talk about now because I actually feel great and have made good, real friends. For a while I felt like every single person I met had some agenda with me instead of just being a nice friend. The thing I’ve told you about girls being all over Patrick in front of me has hurt because I don’t know why anyone wants to target us to come between us. But also I’ve never been hit on by so many inappropriate people who know perfectly well that me and Patrick are together and are happy. Usually guys who are friends with Patrick. I think that’s so fucked up.


Serious shoutout to the real ones. The OGs that have been with me through thick and thin. The ones that go with me to the toilet at parties, the one that gives me the harsh truths, the ones that comfort me when I cry, the ones that don’t judge me when I do something insanely stupid and date dumb guys, the ones that tries their best to make me look good in photos when I ask them to take one of me, the ones who remember what I tell them and send a random text to check in, the ones who listen to my long stories that I don’t realise I’m telling for the second time, the ones that critique my dumb outfits when they’re not on point, the ones that trust me with their embarrassing stories, the ones that make me laugh, the ones that inspire me endlessly with their strength. It’s become so clear who the real ones are. I have seriously never appreciated them more!!

It's been a hot minute

So the end of 2017 and all of 2018 didn’t go AT ALL like I expected it to. I didn't have many expectations to be honest, but no matter what they were, that wasn’t it! Life took me, involuntarily, on a rollercoaster ride. I don’t know how to describe this last year at all. It’s been a beautiful mess. I’m only starting to see the beauty now, before I’ve just seen the big mess and the pain. Now as the pain is ending, I recognise the pain as a good thing, but I wouldn’t re-live it if you paid me ten million euro.

I’ve renamed my blog to Stranded In Wexford. I didn’t use to be stranded here. I used to travel a lot and at least go to Norway and see my family, but I haven’t seen them in a year. A year!! And therefore I have accepted my fate and realised I’m actually stranded here. Currently with no travel plans or even a car or drivers license. Proper stranded, in the Irish country side.

My blog used to be called emilyeyra and you can read old posts about my travels. I love travelling and being a little stuck here is freaking me out, but I’m making the best of it. You can consider this blog a cry for help. Just kidding. It’s the complete opposite.

After what’s been the hardest year of my entire adult life I’m ready to start writing and blogging again. It’s been a hot minute. A lot has happened. I have struggled a lot, I’m not going to lie. I’m just starting to feel like myself again which is so nice. I mean, I’m starting to enjoy things I always used to enjoy again. I’ve come out on the other side, from the big mess. I’ve felt like an empty shell, but I’m starting to fill back up. I’m completely different. My whole world view has been shook and shifted and therefor my attitude has changed and I’m just different. Enjoying writing, music, my job and so on was something that I lost in the big, big mess. Finding joy in them again and seeing beauty is like seeing an old favourite and a very nurturing friend. It’s grounding and for so long I didn’t find joy in anything. Anything at all. Things I used to love and things that interested me felt and looked grey and uninteresting. To see myself come out on the other side and enjoying things again feels like a huge relief. I feel so much more at peace knowing I’m not empty anymore. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever feel like myself again. It felt like so long. Each day felt like forever and a year felt like a life time. I’m sure, by now you can guess that I’m referring to a depression. It’s hard not to turn cold, bitter and cynical, but I won’t. After having been pushed around a little by life I have a strong desire to speak my truth again. Find my voice and even be a little mean and push back.

Basically starting with this. I haven’t seen my loser parents in a year. I reached out and told them I was struggling and needed help, but they didn’t help. I needed them and I needed someone. They have both completed college and are fully educated yet somehow can’t afford to come and stay with me for free. Yep, calling you suckers out. I hope you read this.

I’d like to end this blog post with an excerpt from the book I’m currently reading.

in Greek the word for ‘the beautiful’ is to kalon. It’s related to the word kalein which includes the notion of ‘call’. When we experience beauty, we feel called. The Beautiful stirs passion and urgency in us and calls us forth from aloneness into the warmth and wonder of an eternal embrace. It unites us again with the neglected and forgotten grandeur of life. The call of beauty is not a cold call into the dark or the unknown; in some instinctive way we know that beauty is no stranger. We respond with joy to the call of beauty because in an instant it can awaken under the layers of the heart a forgotten brightness. Plato said: ‘Beauty was ours in all its brightness . . . Whole were we who celebrated that festival’ (Phaedrus)
— John O'Donohue, Divine Beauty: The Invisible Embrace

Oslo trip

Recently I had a very emotionally necessary and short trip back to Norway. There has been a lot of changes in my life recently and going back for a little bit seemed to be exactly what I needed! 

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I stayed for two nights with my dad and three nights with Jenny. Jenny always makes the prettiest breakfast tables so it had to be photographed, yet again. We spent the days hanging out  and going out in Oslo. We rewatched old episodes of New Girl and bitched about things needing bitching about and whatnot. It was awesome as it always is with my girl. 

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We went to a Christmas market in Oslo. It would have been so awesome if it had been snowing, but it didn't. Instead it was just slippery and insanely cold. That didn't stop us from having the best time obviously. In the end neither of us ended up buying anything or eating anything, but y'know, it was still fun and all!

Girls Trip

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Ok, this blogpost is so delayed. I was in Budapest in March, but as you can tell, I'm not the most active blogger anymore. I want to get back into it a bit more, but I have been so insanely busy creating my other business and working so this blog has taken a back seat. Photographing and fashion will never ever leave my field of interests, I've been following the Met gowns all day, but hey, I've needed to take a small break to make room for something else. 

When something grand happens I still like to write about it and post my photos from it and that's how this trip felt. Grand. It's the first time all of my girlfriends have come together for a trip! We are already planning our next trip so this will definitely be an annual thing. We went to Budapest together!! It never feels old, stale, forced or strange to be around these girls, no matter how many miles there are between us and how long it's been since we've seen each other. It always feels fun, exciting, safe, normal and fresh all at the same time. Budapest turned out to be an amazing city.  I had a blast and I so enjoyed seeing a new place! We had whole days planned of fun stuff and there was literally never a dull moment. I slept about 4 hours each night and never rested, we just kept on coming up with new stuff to do, I also enjoyed myself so much that I never felt tired, how amazing it that! I hope you've enjoyed all the pictures and we'll catch up more soon, promise :) 

Black and White Magic

  Hailing a cab in New York City 1956

Hailing a cab in New York City 1956

 New York woman

New York woman

 Manhattan 1957

Manhattan 1957

  5th Avenue and 53rd Street -With A View Of Saint Thomas' Church( 1915)

5th Avenue and 53rd Street -With A View Of Saint Thomas' Church( 1915)

  New York,1947. Photo: Saul Leiter    

New York,1947. Photo: Saul Leiter

 

  Times Square, Dusk.1948. Photo: Rudy Burckhardt

Times Square, Dusk.1948. Photo: Rudy Burckhardt

  Leonard Cohen During His Chelsea Hotel Period In The 1970s

Leonard Cohen During His Chelsea Hotel Period In The 1970s

  Scarf, 1948. Photo: Saul Leiter

Scarf, 1948. Photo: Saul Leiter

  Hollywood, 1957.

Hollywood, 1957.

  France, 1942. Photo: Brassaï

France, 1942. Photo: Brassaï

  Rue des Plantes, 1950. Photo: Todd Webb

Rue des Plantes, 1950. Photo: Todd Webb

  Marilyn Monroe, 1962. Photo: Lawrence Schiller

Marilyn Monroe, 1962. Photo: Lawrence Schiller

  212 East 14th St (between 2nd and 3rd ave), NYC, 1992. Photo: Ann Sanfedele

212 East 14th St (between 2nd and 3rd ave), NYC, 1992. Photo: Ann Sanfedele

  Hailing a cab in New York City 1956

Hailing a cab in New York City 1956

  JFK, New York City, 1963.

JFK, New York City, 1963.

  Luxembourg Gardens, Paris,1958. Photo: Lewis Morley

Luxembourg Gardens, Paris,1958. Photo: Lewis Morley

  Debbie Harry, NYC, 1978. Photo: STEPHANIE CHERNIKOWSKI

Debbie Harry, NYC, 1978. Photo: STEPHANIE CHERNIKOWSKI

  Times Square, New York, 1959. Photo: Bedrich Grunzweig

Times Square, New York, 1959. Photo: Bedrich Grunzweig

  Washington Square, NYC, 1945. Photo: Arthur Leipzig

Washington Square, NYC, 1945. Photo: Arthur Leipzig

  42nd Street NYC, 1982. Photo by: Steven Huszar

42nd Street NYC, 1982. Photo by: Steven Huszar

  Lenox Avenue and 116th Street. Harlem, NY. Early 1960s. Photo: Shawn Walker

Lenox Avenue and 116th Street. Harlem, NY. Early 1960s. Photo: Shawn Walker

  James Dean, New York City, 1955. photo by: Dennis Stock

James Dean, New York City, 1955. photo by: Dennis Stock

  Venice, 1976. Photo By: Anthony Friedkin

Venice, 1976. Photo By: Anthony Friedkin

Life on these pictures were perfect. The pictures are the absolute when it comes to perfection, why did anyone think we ever had to evolve from this? Why did anyone think they could ever make it better? Cameras have become technically better, clearer and whatnot, but no camera could take better pictures than these. Style have become more individual, daring and exciting, but no one looks better styled than people in these pictures. Buildings have become larger, more advanced and there are a lot more buildings now, but the cities doesn't look any better now than they did then. Movie stars have become thinner, smarter about what they say on camera and their teeth are whiter, but they were never more beautiful, mysterious and adored than they were then. Why did we ever think it could get better than this? 

I know I look at this time of the world with rose tainted glasses. We live in a fantastic time right now, but at the same time, what happened? I find these photos so captivating and beautiful. I want to be them and live them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these pictures as much as I do