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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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Olá, Hej, Ciao, Hi.

Hi, I'm Savannah

Hi, I'm Savannah.

Currently based out of Ericeira, Portugal after building my life in Stockholm, Sweden for 6 years.

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

primalrevolutions

primalrevolutions
Introducing the best new podcast, 🎙 Forging Fl Introducing the best new podcast, 🎙 Forging Fluidity: on navigating primal purpose - co-hosted with my dear friend and fellow coach, Griffin of @moves_with_coombs Consider this your official invitation to lean into a consciously woven life that feels nothing less than fully alive. We are coming together in an organic dialog, where we weave together various layers of the consciously-lived (and unpretentious) human experience. Over the years, as our friendship has grown - supported by likeminded values around primal health, functional fitness, and expat life - we have had a multitude of conversations where I walk away thinking: “I wish we had recorded this because there was so much value here!” And now we are doing just that. Our conversations reflect humility and an honest vulnerability where we reflect on how we show up to life as the best humans we can possibly be, how we support each other as peers, and how we create space for our clients to tap into their own ultimate human experience. We want to invite you in to join the conversation. And we hope that by doing so, doors of possibility will open for you to tap into that feeling of what it means to be alive beyond merely existing. A single conversation has the power to transform your life. And if you want to dive deeper, we are both here to support you in guiding you to take on radical responsibility in every area of your life. Here is to living a life that feels nothing less than fully alive. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life. Podcast link is in bio, available on Spotify, Apple, and Amazon. If you love it, please rate and subscribe for weekly (at least) drops. And write to us! We’d love to hear from you. Salty hugs. 🌊🏄🏼‍♀️💙 #podcastandchill #carvemaglineup #surfphotographer #thesurfersjournal #primalhealthcoach
Happy birthday, America. Now, please kindly get Happy birthday, America. Now, please kindly get your shit together. For the last 5 years, I’ve watched as an expat as the US continues to rapidly decline. During moments of homesickness, I’ve wished over and over again that I had a country that feels safe to return to. The more I’ve spoken to Americans traveling as tourists, the more grateful I’ve been that I’ve been making my home abroad. I wish for a safe country to call home - one to be proud to represent and return to - but I’m one who got away. There are many who are stuck, who have had their freedoms taken away. I’m one of the lucky ones. Part luck, part foresight, and a lot of dedicated hard work to live life out of the comfort zone of many. Now here I am in Portugal, the 3rd safest country in the world, compared to the US sitting at 128th. And prior to Portugal, I’ve been calling Sweden home for the last few years - ranked around number 15. Both countries, a far cry from a country high in the triple digits. A country that is supposed to stand for freedom, opportunity, and a place for dreams to come true - instead falling apart with rights removed for citizens, lacking healthcare or education, heart-wrenching gaps between wealth and poverty, and division amongst the people. As I’ve navigated the world living mostly abroad for 10 years, my identity as an American has evolved in a multitude of ways. I’ve been proud of being infused ambition and the stubborn belief that anything is possible. Dreams can, and do, come true. I’ve seen that there is a certain amount of adversity that one must experience to shape character and influence an individual’s drive. The challenges I’ve faced in my life have shaped my passionate nature to build something impactful. I am grateful for the struggles, and for the way my parents raised me. It would have been different elsewhere. But I believe there is a better way. I believe that our nation can do better, and I will hold the Americans in my heart who have lost so much these last years, and continue to do so. The world is waiting and ready for change. 👖 @feedmefightme and 👟 @lalotactical at @extremfabriken #leggingsarepants
Gone surfing, be back never. 🏄🏼‍♀️ Si Gone surfing, be back never. 🏄🏼‍♀️ Sitting on the beach overlooking Amado after my double session of surf, I couldn’t help laughing at where life has taken me. Or where I have taken life. Whichever it might be - probably a team effort, I suppose. As the sun slowly sunk closer to dunking itself like a glowing cookie into the Atlantic, I watched waves build, form, roll toward shore, and break. Small dots that were surfers watched, waited, & began paddling. Or they didn’t. Suddenly the ocean is something to analyze & understand. How is this wave different than the wave that came before? What made the surfer(s) paddle for this one? What were the cues they saw? Felt? I couldn’t help but to laugh at myself because never in my life had I felt much interest in surfing, & here I was: about a week into my travels with surfing guiding my every move. It made no logical sense, & that itself is a clue that this is the right direction. No home, no anchor pulling me anywhere. Just me, my life compressed to fit in a backpack, my sense of self infused in the present moment, a playful curiosity, an openness to adapting as I gather information & meet people… Here is where I am, & this moment is all that I have. Reset. Pivot. Find life & live it. At the root of this intuitive quest to learn to surf & let it guide my way: Playfulness as a compass. It sounded simple, but I knew that it wouldn’t be easy. With a lifetime of conditioning telling us that we need to hustle & grind, I knew shifting my mindset wouldn’t happen overnight. Even as someone who has had a business for over a decade & lived life according to my own rules: my relationship with intuitive ease, light-heartedness, & playfulness is one that needs some TLC. And as my frustration built in the ocean, I reminded myself: I’m not supposed to be frustrated. Learning to surf was meant to be playful. “Allow it to be easy,” I told myself. This chapter is all about stepping into a new way of being. As I paused to breathe deeply into my belly, I tried to surrender to the rise & fall of the waves. The ocean, like any woman: to understand her is to feel her. #take3forthesea #summerlooksgoodonyou
I have a deep wound with sisterhood. As soon as @ I have a deep wound with sisterhood. As soon as @katie.sroka named it, so much made sense. Even typing “sisterhood” makes me feel uneasy. I can see that the wound, like a deep crevice scarring the earth, has been a speed bump limiting multiple areas of my life. I’m more comfortable with male friends, doing a tango with a barbell, & problem solving my way through life with my head. This is all true, & yet before Katie named it, I look at these last months of growth & see that I have placed my growth in the hands of a triage of powerful women: Group coaching & nervous system work with @iamsacred.space, Writing workshops & group coaching with @jannerobinson, And the most powerful 1:1 embodiment work with @katie.sroka. As I’ve stepped into holding space as a facilitator, guide, & coach in the name of Sensual Embodiment, the feminine has - without my conscious knowing - asked me to heal this wound felt with women. Sensual Embodiment is asking me to explore the feminine through flowing fabrics, dresses, & skirts. Within all of this, inner child work has come to the surface, & I’ve asked my mom to send me photos of little Savannah between 6-8 years of age. I need to see her to hold her with the depth she deserves. It seems I’ve always walked the line between the masculine & feminine, even as a little one - a tomboy playing soccer to satisfy the masculine (not to mention the intensity of academic achievement), & dressing up in elaborate dresses from thrift shops. When did I stop wearing dresses? I wonder. Sensual Embodiment is asking me to feel into my body & my heart, to give my tired head a rest. As for the masculine? The Beast half of the Goddess doesn’t need more physical intensity; we’ve got that covered as an integrated foundation. Instead, the masculine has shown up in asking to build a stronger relationship with the energy of money, & that’s exactly what I have done. Boy, does it feel powerful. How do you balance the primal masculine and divine feminine within yourself? Coaching sessions are open again; link in bio to dive deep 👉🏻 💃🏼 myself with a BTS outtake from an anonymous collaboration before jumping into the ice. ❄️🥰

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