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A surreal dive into Florida’s dying freshwater springs—through the lens of performance, costume, and collaboration. Art as ecological witness. In my previous story, The Shape of Water, I showcased some of the most incredible images I’ve been part of creating—some of which were captured in the pristine, crystal-clear waters of...

“I have mixed-toned denim—but you have to buy the whole bale. A thousand pounds.” That was the unexpected reply from Tony, my raghouse supplier. Normally, he sourced soft castoffs—cashmere for my appliqué sweaters. But this time, I needed something sturdier: denim. And not just any denim. I needed variety—mixed tones...

One of Earth’s four sacred elements, water is so vital that without it, life would vanish. But water doesn’t just sustain life—it shapes it. As a girl from the land of 10,000 lakes, I fell in love with water early. I took swimming lessons in still-frigid spring lakes, went canoe camping...

“Let me slip into something more comfortable” The flirtatious, perhaps seductive quote may be first attributed to the sultry actress Mae West slipping into a lingerie-version slipdress in the 30’s when slips were worn as lingerie, but beyond romance, the allure of the slipdress is timeless. This story is woven...

Bustiers are unapologetically feminine. They shape the body—nipping the waist, lifting the bust, inviting upright posture. It’s nearly impossible to slouch in a bustier. And that’s part of the point: they demand presence.   This story is woven in both word and image. Visual collaborators featured in the full Substack...

Why jump out of a perfectly good airplane?   “It’s not about how well you fall, but how well you land.” That’s what paratroopers say. The act of free-falling becomes a symbol—for risk, resilience, and grace. There’s something beautifully contradictory about parachute fabric. Light as air, yet designed to carry...

The Jungle:"Beware of the Bearded Snake" “It will chase you, bite you, and you will die.” That was the warning I heard in a dimly lit room in Manhattan, sitting across from Jesse and Leonardo—the two men who would become central to this story. I didn't know it yet, but...

How a Spool of Wire Mesh Sparked a Forty-Year Design Journey Before there were runway finales, embroidered bustiers, or eco gowns crafted from vintage silks—There was a single belt.And a girl who saw beauty in forgotten things. This is the story of how it began:In a dusty Manhattan trim shop,...

A Father's Day remembrance of soil, memory, and the inheritance of care.   “What are we planting here, Dad?” I asked, tiny fingers curled around his calloused hand as we walked the fields one morning. I already knew about crop rotation—the old-school method of nurturing soil through seasonal rest and...

A Letter from the Edge of Form Some things arrive without asking.A color. A design. A line of thought. A crow on the fencepost. When people ask how I create, I say: “I don’t.”Not first, anyway. What Comes Out of the Blue My creative life doesn’t begin with fabric.It begins...