
When people ask me how I knew I could move to NYC alone, I don’t really have an answer other than this.

Walk with me. I am standing on a street corner somewhere in Greenwich clutching a trembling umbrella as every car within a mile radius sounds their horn.

There are some thing you can find, and others that you have to wait and let find you.

Someone is getting married. There is a tray of caviar in my hand and I am staring down into Beyoncé’s penthouse.
Spinning Visions was created as an ode to love, art, and other messy things that make my head spin. It is a space for documenting experience and exploring thought. It is also the thing that makes me lose all sense of time and place. You can click here to learn more.
It should also be noted that I probably shouldn’t be telling you half of what is on here, but that I don’t really know how not to.
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