Last weekend, in Sandy Liang's studio, wearing the Lil Tour sweater. . . . xx ... Read More
Bare Feet, Clean Floors
Things I love: a statement sleeve, typically by way of a puffed shoulder; vintage sweaters, secondhand from my mother; sitting on the floor. (So much so that I almost didn’t buy a sofa because I knew I would never sit on one, but my dad convinced me otherwise: You don't know, he'd say. What if you ... Read More
Sacred Mornings
It's 4:49am as I write this. I've been up since 2:30 and haven't been able to fall back asleep; perhaps it was the two soy lattes I consumed during the day? Or was it the consecutive cups of green tea, sipped and refilled multiple times between coffee runs? The Lord Jones, I love you—but even your ... Read More