The Archive

What if desire isn’t something we lose, but something we stop paying attention to?

On shame, family, and the rare kind of love that remains after seeing where you come from

On finally learning the difference between a luxury and a need

A soft, lavender-rose perfume that smells like the fantasy of a slower, more feminine life.

Fresh, luminous, impossibly light. The kind of foundation worn by a woman who is no longer rushing through her life.

Somewhere between the low ceilings, the rosé bottles, the arguments, and the lack of privacy, I learned what it really means to choose someone.