A Life

Always Learning

I'm always in the middle of learning something. Tennis, golf, archery, heels dance, woodworking, yoga. Racing classes are next, and after that horseback riding, properly, so we can eventually go through Mongolia. I don't think there's a version of me that stops taking lessons.

I take clown classes. This is not a joke, or it is, and that's the point.

Music

I shoot film because the grain is evidence. I play bass alone in my apartment because some things aren't meant to be performed. I've been going to concerts and festivals my whole life because music is the one thing that works at every volume. I collect vinyl carefully, with intent. I listen to everything and make playlists the way some people write letters. I cannot sing a single note and this has never stopped me. Explore my Spotify here.

Architecture

The houses I keep returning to in my mind: Neutra, Eames, Frank Lloyd Wright. The ones who understood that a room should feel like something before anything happens in it. I've been to the Eames House. I keep going back.

Art and Books

The artists: Helmut Newton, Man Ray, Frida Kahlo, Dalí. I collect erotic photography books, the body as subject, not object. I read poetry. I read about desire, sex work politics, the architecture of intimacy.

Collecting

Archival and runway pieces, clothing made to be remembered. Vintage fine jewelry. Things with a history longer than mine.

Cinema

Lynch, Park Chan-wook, Kubrick, Coppola, Lanthimos, Ari Aster, Tarantino, Scorsese, Wes Anderson, Terry Gilliam. Cinema that trusts you to keep up or leaves you behind either way.

At the Table

I cook. Always learning a new cuisine, taking classes, trying things that don't work the first time, trying them again. I love hosting dinner parties, a full table, good wine, the kind of evening that doesn't end when it's supposed to. It reminds me of growing up in a house that was always full of food and laughter and someone dancing in the kitchen. That feeling is something I've been recreating ever since.

Fresh sushi. Wagyu. Every cheese without exception. Milk chocolate over dark, always. The taco truck with no signage on a street you'd never drive down otherwise that ruins every other taco for you permanently. Michelin tasting menus when the occasion calls for it. I have strong opinions about all of it and I'm not interested in pretending otherwise.

Small Things

Ranunculus. Peonies. Rain on summer nights when you can smell the jasmine before you see it. I want to learn to garden, to understand how things grow from the beginning.

Still Going

I've been to Sardinia in August when the light does something unreasonable. Tikal at sunrise before the crowds. Mexico City in the rain. Montreal in October. Asia, Africa, the Middle East still ahead of me, which is the part I like best. I want to float over something ancient in a hot air balloon. I'm not finished.

The Dogs

Two dogs, both rescued as puppies. One is a husky-border collie-cattle dog mix who has opinions about everything. The other is a shih tzu-chihuahua-terrier mix who has no idea how small she is. I walk them to the park every morning at eight with a coffee and sit there until someone has somewhere to be. Most mornings, that someone is me.