Susan wrote me to suggest this post from the archives. Thank you Susan. It’s my mother’s house, in Santa Barbara. You will read references to chaos. My stepfather had returned early from the hospital after emergency heart surgery and I had driven down to help out. As we do in my culture when faced with [...]
Am I serious? Privilege? Yes. At least when I'm not joking. While privilege can teach you what shoes to wear with navy blue, and how to do beige linen at all, nothing beats the privilege of being alive. So let's talk style, in the context of culture, and look at beautiful things. For more, please go here. Or you can reach me at my email: firstname.lastname@example.org. That's the name I wanted to be called when I was 16. Ah. 16....