Modern romance has a new aisle: it’s not Tinder, the window table of a coffee shop, or trivia night at your local bar three margaritas in, but an upscale grocery store where, alongside $34 sea moss gummies, love is now something you can shop for…
It was all swingsets with friends and watching Hannah Montana on VHS tapes. It was shrieking on playgrounds and switching schools again and again and again. It was loving classrooms more than the apartment my family shared. It was recess with teachers, and wearing a bright purple leopard print outfit on the first day of third grade because of an obsession with the eighties.
Flow “Flow” uses the human body as a canvas, aiming to add new dimensions to the concept of the portrait. With focus on the art of movement and self expression,…
Recently, I watched The Blair Witch Project. I had very low expectations of the movie, because people who’ve watched it before often called it “boring” and said “nothing happens until the last 10 minutes.” While things do heat up at the end of the movie, I would never describe it as boring…
Supernova Around the world, Los Angeles is known as the height of glamour. L.A. is a dark dreamland—it’s surreal, invoking picturesque snapshots of beauty, ageless youth, stardom, riches, and fame….
I started journaling as soon as I developed both the fine motor skills to hold a crayon as a toddler and the ability to shakily write my ABCs just before kindergarten. I’m self-reflective and analytical to a fault, but after 15 years of putting my thoughts to paper, I somehow still don’t have journaling—something that’s (allegedly) an incredible and meditative tool—figured out…
We are now in the midst of autumn, and in my opinion, it couldn’t feel less like it. Instead of the changing leaves and the chill in the air bringing me the comfort and coziness it once did, it’s a reminder that time is continuing to march on. Each browning leaf that falls serves as a reminder that my time as a college student is almost up, and only the unknown stands before me…
My body is an hourglass. My color palette: soft summer. I look best in light blues, butter yellows, and baby pinks. Feminine clothes look best. Do not wear anything baggy…
I met him first in Barcelona, in the dim light of a friend of a friend’s apartment. He wore a cropped graphic t-shirt and baggy jeans, his nails were painted black, and each knuckle displayed a different thrifted ring. We talked about reality television, as Love Island had just finished, but the conversation rapidly spiraled into a heated debate regarding the free use of filler injections…