Literally and figuratively. Starting a new week with a new candle (currently burning Boy Smells Cinderose, which I bought over a year ago at the Guggenheim gift shop). Gorgeous packaging that houses an equally gorgeous product. Glossier's hand cream does not disappoint. Making coffee at ... Read More
Love Handles
Since working from home, I've had no gauge of how my body has changed. Has it grown? Softened and stretched—sagged even—with sedentary idleness? Of course it has, the little voice in my head seethes. She's the product of society, of the patriarchy, the one who's always reminding me of how far from ... Read More
On Fear + Flower Porn
This past week has been especially dreary. I'm restless, and no matter how hard I try to sleep off the inner imbalance, I can't: somehow, my body is bearing the brunt of this nameless stress. I knew it wasn't cabin fever (I'm a homebody at heart), and the stormy weather couldn't be blamed entirely ... Read More