Can we talk about Kacy Hill?

This isn't a post about me or my photography. It is a post of how amazing Kacy Hill is and will continue to be. 

I first found her music video for Experience on Youtube. As soon as the video started I was in love. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted four albums right away. I had to wait till she released an EP. Not only that an EP I have played too many times over and over and over and over again. Her voice is a cinematic masterpiece that makes the listener feel artistic, powerful, and beautiful. There is something special about this artist. I can't stop listening to her. Side note: also can't stop looking at her. I mean she is drop dead gorgeous.

Ok, now I am getting where I need to be. She recently released two new songs to bless my morning commute to work. I needed these trippy songs to complete my morning while I drink iced coffee (all year, including winters). 

Hard To Love was a banger. I was feeling this right away. It just spoke to me. It is what I have been missing. I want to run through the streets singing this song with a middle finger to anyone who has hurt me. Who hasn't felt like that? I know there is probably a different meaning, but I get that there is something that you can't let go. You can't let go of that love and you accept it. I could picture the video to be made for it. Right away. Epic. Beautiful. Sad.

I was wrong.

The other song Like A Woman (video embedded) was the one made into a video. And all I have to say is "HOLY GOSH! HOLY SHIT." I was wrong. This song is beautifully, romantically, honest. The video is simple, "feel sexy." Kacy Hill is softly singing to the viewer, while she gracefully slides her hand into her pants. This sense of amazing feeling is so beautiful. It just a simple NSFW gesture that makes the video. The message of touching yourself and feeling in touch with your sexually is powerful. The video does not disappoint. Yes, there are shirtless men surrounding her little body as it falls from the heavens, but it is all perspective.  Who's to say how one is supposed to feel when another makes them feel? She is seen being carried by men, falling, feeling tiny, and on red sheets in an outfit that does not leave a lot to the mind.

The stills in this video are works of art. The simple video can be screenshotted over and over again, and feel like a new work of art. I can't believe how people still do not know about this amazingly talented this woman. Please, look up her, watch the video, and become a fan. 

Geez, I just love Kacy Hill. 

Ten Miles Later

"Alexa, set alarm for 5:20 am," I said laying in bed already rethinking what I was doing the next morning. I am going to bed at 9 pm on a Saturday to wake up early and run with 40,000 plus people. Who does that? Why do we do that? What is the end goal? What does this accomplish?

I got up and got changed. Didn't shower because why would I? That would be dumb. I got on the subway ten minutes later. I was sitting there thinking to myself that the faster I got to the start the faster I could be done with this race.

I got to the start and the green corral was ready to go. Even though people were pushing to get in front of me like we were at a concert, I didn't care. I cross the start and started to run.

Of course, the first song on my five hour long running playlist was "7/11" by Beyoncé. I got in the zoned. I was ready to focus.

Mostly...focused. I danced the whole way. If I was going to do this run, I was going to make it mine. I danced and pointed to people. A few shimmy movements here and there. There was a special energy that can't be matched. Running through a city that has taught you so much was powerful. I haven't been here for long, but it was a different feeling. I saw City Hall and ran past it. I ran past choices I have made. I ran past choices I didn't make. I was lost in my music and my feet pushing forward. It wasn't about time for me; it was about me. It was about letting go and focusing on myself. It was about living and breathing. It was about going forward.