Many years ago when I was just starting to work, I had the opportunity to travel rather extensively for my first venture. I hopped around countries, like it was as easy as going to brunch; every few weeks was a new adventure and a new chance for exploration in a new territory. I lived with only one rule, and that rule consisted of seeking the most thrilling adventures with my passport in hand. I could be anything that I wanted to be, and I switched interests as often as I switched locales. The world was my oyster. My style has always been eclectic, so over the years it has been difficult for me to ever fall into a stereotype. I like switching things up and wearing the unexpected.
I've always been a collector of beautiful things; whether it be handcrafted slippers created with silk yarns far too beautiful to adorn your feet or pottery made by the village inhabitants; I always left a location with a souvenir of some sort, as well as a story that goes along with it for true remembrance. I love the idea of having a curated life. Observing the smallest details that make life so special, also make life so much more interesting. You may think that it is easy to conjure such a life, but there is actually a lot of work that goes into it. I've been an avid curator for as long as I can remember. For every piece that I own, I first before purchasing, think about how it will fit in with the rest of my collection, and why it is that I love it so. Each piece is special. This keeps me from hoarding more than I need and only consuming things that are truly unique.
I purchased this bustier ages ago from a Dolce and Gabbana shop in Italy. I can't seem to part with it since the story of why I purchased it to begin with, holds such an intrinsic memory in time. I was very young and quite excited about my newly acquired "mini-baller" status with getting a few paying customers into my company and I was out on a celebratory shopping adventure. I stumbled upon this piece that made me feel so grown up and accomplished and I have coveted it for years since. I recently acquired this Givenchy bag and for a while I thought that it may have been too popular for me, but now that I have it, I positively cherish its very existence. Last year around this time a dear friend came over to my West Village flat for some late night cocktails and conversation; he ended up plugging in his phone and played Help Me Lose My Mind by Disclosure and London Grammar and I have been obsessed with it ever since. It seems like its an appropriate song for my feelings lately.