Mussels stuck to cave walls in the periwinkle beach light. Surfing and the sun turns orange against the waves. Laughing with my friends on the cold sand. A potato chip wrapper…
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In the midst of the Oscars and sunlight, I make dresses. Not for people going to the Academy Awards, but for people going to parties and gatherings, to watch it on…
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Peace is when I sit with my mommy in Silverlake, at Intelligentsia, and I drink hot chocolate and she reads her book. And we watch the sunset, not even talking, or…
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Oftentimes I think about what it means to be the best– especially in cheer and other areas where it totally matters. I mean, I spend, like, many hours doing activities and…
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Oftentimes in these days of deadlines I forget I have a body. I mean, I am designing and thinking and channeling new designs, and creating patterns and doing my own sewing,…
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I love it. I love it on everything. My mother says it ruins the flavor palette. For me, it is the flavor palette. My favorite flavor– hot. There are five kinds…
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Don’t expect me to bow down to you – I am not your ladyship bowing my way to your door. I am not a pliant adaptor to your rigid ideas. I…
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Sometimes getting my work done is hard. Sometimes a song flows out of me so easily– no– all the time it does. But getting to that point is what I’m talking…
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In Central Park there is a memorial. It’s called Imagine and is for a very special man named John. He lived a long time ago. And played a guitar. He sang…