My friend, Anje, got her hair done recently. The result was, what we called, 'Anje Warhol'. Last night we decided to cut four inches of fringe off and the result was eerily reminiscent of Agyness Deyn. Don't you think?
After leaving a cushy fashion job in New York, I spent 2011 in a peripatetic blur, living out of a suitcase, traveling from coast to coast, and continent to continent. I fell in love on New Year's Day and eloped on Labor Day. I never thought I'd be married, but nothing surprises me anymore. After nine months of wayfaring, I finally settled down in Portland. This blogs chronicles a new, possibly more settled, era of my life, and my dreams of travel and grad school.