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Reformation

Walls

Miami, Florida

You could say I’ve kinda hit a wall as of late. Writing weekly entries on this blog used to be my escape, my favourite method of self expression, my way of speaking out on issues, or confessing all the big and little things in life that were and weren’t going my way. Now it feels as though I only speak of the weather. I use to share…I used to swear! This text used to feel more like my voice then when I actually spoke aloud. I’m not sure if I lost that because these posts became less frequent, and images started speaking my 1000 words on instagram, or if maybe I lost a bit of myself along the way, while trying to appeal to everybody from clients to my audience. All I know is I’d like to go back to those good old days. I’d like to talk to you guys like an old friend again. Admit all of my wrongs, my neurosis, my short comings, not just use these 200 words as an episode recap of what you missed last week on your favourite sitcom. Though I do want to bring back my Gilmore Girl-esque obscure references, from TV, film, and song that really brought together those who understood them. I want the words to flow out of me about everything and nothing the way they always seemed to before. Kind of the way they are now. I hope you guys enjoy this little renaissance, and don’t mind if I step back out of the box a little. Can’t wait to tell you how I’m feeling next week….but so far I feel fucking great.

FSTVL sunnies, Rag & Bone denim jacket, Reformation dress, Louis-Vuitton “Petite Boîte Chapeau”, and Prada platform wingtips.