Wore one of my favorite corsets for dinner with the girls a few nights ago. I'm not sure if getting older or two-ish years spent inside (first quarantining, then working from home) are to blame for my aversion to slinkier silhouettes, but I've fully embraced the oversized 'fit. Menswear blazers and ... Read More
A Very Good Year
A few years ago, I had a line from T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets tattooed down my leg. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever read—at the still point of the turning world—which completely consumed me then (and now, still). Perhaps it was because I craved stillness. I was chasing, always. Running ... Read More
Ink Dreams
Some art I loved from an early Thursday evening spent wandering the LACMA alone—one of my favorite things to do when I'm feeling stuck (or having a mild case of the writer's blues). This time I was drawn to lines. Inky hues, too. . . . xx ... Read More