2016 began with a word: Avaunt. To advance / elevate / move forward. Shakespeare liked to use it as an interjection—"Get thee gone" if you will. (Which seems mildly appropriate in the context of my year.) But Kurt Vonnegut says it best, “I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”Read More
The only way to beat a creative slump is to create. Try things. Fail things. And make make make.Read More
A week ago, Chelsea and I were here. In Paris, of all places. And I hate to say it, because everyone does, but it's magical. Truly, it is.Read More
Milan landed at a strange place in our trip. Just as Chelsea started feeling better, I picked up her head cold. We also happened to book our Airbnb on the loudest street in the city. And nostalgia for home started slowly creeping in. It was, as Chelsea had anticipated, our 'slump week.'Read More
The five best things about London. According to muah.
- Monacle Café
- The men have serious style ((and looks???)) here. America, you have a lot to learn.
- Hyde Park in September.
It was 6 days of endless walking and fashioning and cheap (uhmazing) pizza and FREAKING HOT SUBWAYS.Read More
I'm a sucker for the new year. Something about one year--an entire trip around the sun--coming to a close fills me with a sense of accomplishment. I finished something.And in the midst, grew into someone much wiser, much stronger than the year before. Becoming is a slow process. It is a transition, not a countdown to midnight. The funny thing is that, sometimes we need the sudden switch from 11:59 to 12:00 to notice that there was a process at all. To see that all this time we've been stretching and shifting and growing into something more.Read More
2014 was a good year. I launched my new website, traveled to Florida and California and the North Shore, went to my first and last high school dance (PROM), graduated, fell in love (with Urban Bean - HAH FOOLED YA), photographed four weddings of my own, second shot two, met several wonderful people (Diana and Bethany and Kadi and Elyse), contributed to Leaking Hearts magazine's first issue, entered adulthood (aka EIGHTEEN), attended five killer concerts, worked at a local bakery (and got a head start on the freshman fifteen), started life at college, built new friendships and cultivated old ones, and got my nose pierced.Read More