If there's one thing I hate, it's generic politicians. Barack Obama is not generic, and I had the pleasure of meeting him this evening. (Since this is a fashion blog, I feel obliged to report that he looked dapper and well-tailored.)
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.