The only option was to die…

Some days or years or half decades you have to go silent. For one of the most extraverted people most of my friends know, I had to hide…it was forced. The only way I would do it was by force….I refused to rest, to have balance, to ever be with myself…that was boring. After a series of events: illness, accidents, broken bones, 3rd degree burns, depression, anxiety and rejection… I finally saw myself. I’ve heard it said…you sometimes have to feel so much unlike yourself to actually see yourself. Once I caught a glimpse of that person I was horrified. The deconstruction of myself is what it’s taken to remember who I really am. This is that journey…

sarah barlow

Sarah is a LA based fashion & music photographer, director & teacher. Chicago was where she called home in her childhood years and Nashville during her 20s. If she could hang till 5am every night in her pinkly lit living room with you and a glass of tequila she would.