On writing.
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I swam in a sea of values and stirred integrity into my morning tea; it was the year of remembering.
I stood on the cliffs of conflict and judged the sun for its indifference; it was the year of honesty. I sat silently in the parlor of change and boarded the train of release; it was the year of reality. On a park bench in the light of the violet hour, I watched a city reveal itself without regard. And then I became the city. |
On curation.
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Storytelling brought to life with striking intention. From live performances to petite exhibitions and the ritual of salon gatherings, filling a space with thematic beauty has been a delight over the past two decades - with no project too intimate, no concept too bold. A celebration of presence and connection.
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On travel.
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Early on and with modest resources, my mother taught her daughters the value of a "discovery-cation" - choreographed around an inspiring hotel stay and the charm of its immediate surroundings. Serene and exploratory by design, these petite vacations punctuated the art of breathing in the details: the curve of an ancient armchair, the dignity of a neighborhood garden, the choreography of a bustling intersection.
It is a ritual that informs my approach to travel today: Fixing a lens on an inviting hotel, instinctively journeying outward at an organic pace, and inviting the possibilities in. |
