About Me

Growing up, I wanted to do everything and be everything and that is still kind of true to this day. Soccer was my whole life at one point and I simply adored it more than anything. I played competitively and have fond memories of weekends spent out of town competing in tournaments. Because of that, my childhood nostalgia revolves around Eurosport magazines coming to my house and rewatching movies like Bend it Like Beckham and Goal!. All of this ultimately gave me an attachment to Europe, Africa, and South America from the time I was a child which never really dissipated but has evolved intricately. 

My dream growing up, like many, was to change the world and help as many people and animals as I possibly could. I remember being 8 years old and watching one of those long and painfully sad infomercials about kids in Sudan needing food, clothing, and shelter. I vividly remember being completely engulfed in what I was seeing and feeling that it was up to me to help them. I did the only thing I could think of doing in that moment which was grabbing a pink sheet of paper I had and making who knows how many individual slips that briefly described the situation in Sudan and included the phone number from the infomercial that people could call to donate. Without mentioning anything to my mom in fear that she might cast doubt on my mission, I carried those pink slips with me in my pocket when we went to Safeway later that day. Once we were in line at the checkout I handed them to everyone in line including the cashier. My mom was initially shocked as she didn’t know what I was handing out to these strangers, but ultimately very proud of her young activist daughter once she realized what was written. I have never forgotten how I felt that day as I remember it as the day such a core tenet of who I am was born.

 My intense desire to change the world led to my father getting me a subscription to National Geographic when I was in the fourth grade. I remember reading about elephants being poached for their ivory in Africa and being filled with anger that human beings were capable of such monstrosities. But I would continue to pour myself into those magazines, feeling as if I was fully immersed into a different world and that by just simply reading them and being educated on these worldly topics, I was helping to make a change occur.

Just as I would pour into those Nat Geo mags, I would maintain that same intensity by diving into my mother's never-ending Vogue magazine subscription. When I was 12 years old, I would place sticky notes in all the pages of fashion that I liked and I have now realized that doing this type of study helped me to be able to quickly identify who designed what piece just by looking at it and not seeing any labels. I have a deep respect for the art of fashion and how it interlocks with other key facets of society at large, both good and bad. The beauty of how everything is connected is one of the main reasons I started this blog and I hope that essence shines through for you as you experience my little corner of the internet.