Good coffee. Always. A slow morning with absolutely nowhere to be. Wandering around the city with my film camera. I’m obsessed with my fiancé and my cats. Making art, looking at art, being in or near the water. Cocktails with the gals, really good food,, comedy shows, and thrifting. Most of my clothes are thrifted, and I’ll happily spend an afternoon hemming or altering something until it feels like mine.
Basically, I’m happiest when I’m making something, discovering something new, eating or drinking something good, or hanging out with people I love.
Street fashion. Good design. Matisse. Large-scale art and murals. Wandering around museums and art shows and finding pieces that make me stop and stare.
Meeting a stranger and somehow ending up in a 20-minute conversation with them. Going somewhere I’ve never been before and getting a little lost. Blue hour. The way a beautiful floral arrangement can make me gasp. The artistry of a well plated piece of food. A really good glass of orange wine and thinking about how it was made.
The feeling of the rain. Big cities. New places. New people. All the little things that make me slow down, look around, and think a little deeper.
I split my time between New York City and Arizona, and I love how different I feel in each place.
New York gives me energy. It makes me want to get dressed up, wander with my camera, meet new people, and constantly find something new to look at. I feel alive there. Arizona has a healing vibe to it. Lots of sunshine, open space, slow mornings, and people I’ve known for years. It’s where I’ve found home and a little more room to breathe.
I think I need both. The energy of the city and the stillness of the desert. A little city, a little desert. I like it that way.