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Portfolio Category: Architecture

Steve Hermann • Glass Pavilion
August 26, 2018

Santa Barbara, California

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Steve Hermann • Cole House
July 26, 2018

Beverly Hills, California

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Steve Hermann Architecture + Design • Beverly Hills
August 19, 2012

Published in print in OD Casas, Venezuela, 2012. Location: Beverly Hills, LA.

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Hej, Ciao, Hola, Hi.

Hi, I'm Savannah

Hi, I'm Savannah.

Currently based out of Stockholm, Sweden.

Unbeatable Mind coach, sensual embodiment coach, Paleo recipe developer & food photographer, nude fine artist, and oh so much more.

As of 2022: I am currently merging my brands together; you can find updated stories and coaching at
The Primal Revolution; and my fine art nude work at The Beast Goddess.

Here you'll find a constantly evolving space devoted to the elements that make us human - on the deepest, but most simple, level.

The art of the ultimate human experience - the practice of slow living; conscious & ethical travel; the preservation of diversity & cultural tradition; celebration of what the human body & mind are capable of (and how to get there, too).

Ultimately, I explore what life really is, why we're here, and what we should do about it.

Looking for answers to life's biggest questions is where you'll find me.

See you on the road,
x Savannah

Little Stories of My Life

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primalrevolutions
In exactly two weeks of working with @katie.sroka In exactly two weeks of working with @katie.sroka as my coach, my life has moved from a clouded confusion fluctuating between periods of depression & anxiety, to crisp clarity. Yesterday, a decision about how to move forward came to me. And as it settled in, my energy shifted from a heavy burden to a light ease. I didn’t make the decision. At least, not in the way we usually think of making decisions. “Making up our mind,” as it were. I’ve been procrastinating on buying a plane ticket. The destination was feeling so certain, but I resisted the ticket. Drawing the outlines of everything I was aiming for in this next chapter, but not filling the color between the lines. Last week, I realized: “If it was a decision of the mind, I would have made it already.” Friday I had a reiki session with Katie. Saturday, as I was running through the woods, I could feel my mind continuing to spin. Gears turning over & over in search of a decision. I sat down amongst the trees, cradled by the mossy stones, encompassed by the towering trees. Turn off, brain, turn off. And here, I realized: ✈️ I am a landing strip. With reiki, meditations, and doing the work, I have been clearing the air. The storm clouds have parted, so that the plane - which is the decision - can land. This decision is too important to be made from the limits of the mind. It’s a decision to be received. Too important, and at the same time, not important at all. Action, whatever action, will move things forward. Paralysis will keep everything the same. Sunday & Monday, a new path was suggested. Tuesday, I stepped fully into that path, determined to trust this intuitive hit that, in the surface, seems impulsive & sudden. I closed off the energy leaks of second guessing myself. My vision (literally, physically) cleared. And today, Wednesday: I’m in an exhausted energy hangover. Weeks and months of depression and anxiety and stress were a constant tension, & with this decision forward, it’s as if my entire being has deflated into a heap of relief. Finally, rest. Trust. Clarity. And a reminder that life moves so damn fast when we do the work to seriously initiate change in our lives.
[1/2] “Because it is right.” Perché? Perché [1/2] “Because it is right.” Perché? Perché è così. Why why why why? The more frequently and with the more urgency I demand the question, the more elusive the answer becomes. As if the Universe is rolling her eyes in exasperation and begging me to hear the answer that, like life, is staring me in the face: “Because it is right.” Could it be so simple? Simply, because it is right. Isn’t that enough? My focus lately has been on walking down memory lane, looking at journals and photos from a year ago - an attempt to take myself back in time to write all of the stories that were at the center of the intention behind my travels in the first place. Stories written in real time, which always seem to be hijacked by the delusional belief that if I sink fully into the presence of this moment, right here & right now, in unfamiliar territories, I can absorb so much more. Logic tells me that the more I absorb without the distraction of real-time documentation, the more easily it will be to write stories of depth from the comforts & familiarity of "home." Memory, surely, will suffice. Besides - logic tells me - I can write from anywhere in the world. Why take myself out of presence so rich, to sit with a machine, when I could be spending time with people filled with lively exuberance? And yet, in over a decade of telling myself this, & almost two decades as an international traveler, not once has this worked. Part of saturating yourself in the depth of every story is a requisite to infuse the written narrative with feelings & observations that you can only capture within that moment. Logic, as per usual, is superseded by a deeper truth that defies it. 📸 self portrait captured above the hills of Firenze // magical glass orbs from Fiesole 🔮 #sonyalphafemale #ladolcevitaly #fiesole #firenze🇮🇹
Nestled in a small valley in the Chianti region si Nestled in a small valley in the Chianti region sits an abandoned shoe heel factory, neglected and crumbling to the ground. Nella Valle Della Luna, as I have always called it, due to the topography and the family crest decorated with a crescent moon stamped against the exterior. A powerful thing, to give a dream a name. Almost as if you have given birth to something living, breathing, screaming for your attention. And in a way, you have… haven’t you? A necessary ingredient to a dream turned reality, is declaring that dream to the world. There is a certain period of time when it’s important to keep your dreams to yourself. At least, for the most part. There are some special characters you’ll let in on the beginnings of the secret – those whose eyes will sparkle with possibility, reflecting back your passionate enthusiasm and expanding your scope of what is possible. But they are few and far between. When you’ve first planted the seeds, there’s a sacred time of private nurturing – watering and waiting and allowing time for the roots to take to the earth, before you invite others in whose footsteps may carelessly trample the new growth into the ground. >> full story about Nella Valle Della Luna on my website (link in bio) #ladolcevitaly #chiantilovers #italymagazine
14 kilometres not a haiku, but enjoy regardless 14 kilometres not a haiku, but enjoy regardless / the longer you wait, the colder it gets, the faster you run left my ruck; cardio sucks / #girlswhoruck #goruck #ladolcevitaly #firenze🇮🇹 #traveldeep

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