Wanderlust hits us like a wave more frequently than we are able to do anything about it. I imagine hotel rooms with fluffy white sheets, camel rides through the Sahara, or Icelandic hikes ending in styled editorials.Read More
That's it. Officially twenty-five. I'm not complaining, I'm not anxious, I'm not really looking at this age as a ticker on a timeline, but I am becoming aware that I need to take care of myself now because I'm simply not as young as I used to be.
As a photographer, I'd say I walk a fun line between understanding fashion and completely not understanding fashion. I can appreciate the beautiful, the artistic, even the eccentric, but there are still some garments and getups that leave me at a loss.Read More