Writing from the middle of an unfinished story. This week, I got to spend a few days with someone who has been an important part of my life. A year had passed since we’d last seen each other, and somewhere in the quiet space between then and now, we’d both become different versions of ourselves. I’ve realized we spend so much of our lives trying to figure out what a moment means that we forget to simply experience it. Normally, I write from the other side of things. After I’v

A man I dated once told me his family thought I was crazy. They had never met me, but apparently they had read my posts and watched my videos long enough to reach a verdict. I laughed when he told me. Not because it didn’t bother me, but because it finally explained something I had been feeling for months. I wasn’t being misunderstood by him. I was being evaluated by people who would never understand me in the first place. For some people, writing about your life is attention

We’ve become so obsessed with aesthetics that we’ve forgotten about soul. Everywhere I look, people are curating beautiful lives. Beautiful homes. Beautiful outfits. Beautiful content. Beautiful brands. But beauty without personality eventually starts to feel hollow. And lately, that’s what I’ve been noticing. Not a lack of creativity. A lack of humanity. As I scroll through Instagram, walk into restaurants, browse furniture stores, or simply observe the world around me, I ke

Since becoming a member of the SCAD FASH Museum, I’ve spent more time thinking about fashion beyond the clothes themselves. Walking through exhibitions, seeing pieces from the closet of André Leon Talley, reading his memoir, and learning more about the history of Christian Dior and the designers who came after him, I keep finding myself returning to the same question: What happened to personal style? Not fashion. Not trends. Not luxury. Style. What struck me most about Talley