What sort of world are we living in right now? What sort of hope is there in a society of extremes?
I went to my hometown salon this week, to see the stylist who had been taking care of hair (owning it, in his words) since I was in junior high, and we did something we’d never done before: We cut my hair.
Moving, the cause of such interesting emotions.
To live + love + work: London or New York. How does one choose?
Fire is the greatest alchemist the world has ever known.
Still waters are always the sign of something deep(er).
Too many of us get into the habit of holding our breath to hide ourselves.
What happens when we stop holding and start breathing?