Held Together, Not Defined.

I don't believe in a single answer anymore. What interests me now isn't a style. It's what quietly holds one together. It still begins with clothing. That's the language I know best. But it rarely stays there. None of it was built alone. I don't know exactly where it leads, and I've made my peace with that.

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Green With Envy

A friend's 40th birthday theme sent me down a rabbit hole.

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