“I always say that if you can’t get inspired in New York, you can’t get inspired anywhere.” Rebecca Taylor is one of the few designers who manages to tap into my girlier proclivities, and one who succeeds at designing for every shade and shape of woman. I jumped at the opportunity to pick her brain, and, not surprisingly, she’s as cool as I expected.
These moments aren’t tangible—they haven’t made me rich or afforded me the freedom to travel to my heart’s content, but they have made the last year of my life so much more rewarding than it would have been otherwise.
When you don’t follow any religion, you have to find your Gods elsewhere to avoid not going insane. What I mean is, we all need something to believe in–anything to help us come to terms with what’s unknown. My higher powers these days include Buddhist proverbs, astrology, and a collection of sentences from my favorite books.
While writing and fashion have been fixtures in my life since the very start, running has in the last few years become the third building block with which I craft my character. Get rid of any of these three things, and I would, without a doubt, display some soap-opera-style misery.
Sorry for the silence on the blog this week–but maybe a break isn’t such a bad idea? I’ll be back in action next week, I hope, when things settle down a bit.
A love letter to Almost Famous, one of the many pieces of art that helped inform my character when I had zero sense of who that character was, or could one day be.