I met Doug because I backed into his mailbox, infront of him, holding his mail. I stepped out to apologize and quickly pivoted. Who are you, even? Hello? I didn't say out loud. The next day a van full of backdrops lights and co was parked in his driveway and we were doing the dance. Big thanks to Cathy, Doug's wife, who suggested "should I hose him down?" Since our shoot mid August, I too often stop by Doug and Cathy's unannounced, (once) strangers give the best advice. And Doug replaced the mailbox.
Ten years of Rose des Vents — a compass that doesn't tell you where to go, but reminds you that getting lost might lead you to more beauty. So honored to be part of the celebration. @Dior #DiorJoaillerie
🎟️ the pink ball, bravo @nicholascullinan@sophiegoodwin@robinscottlawson , exquisitely staged night. (last slide, after party as seen by the first arriver -- oui, me. Albeit a little too, and by accident, I was early, and I want you to know it)
Ive been writing the caption (dissertation) to this for a week - which is the only and entire reason I haven't posted i-everything. so, here's this, caption coming. To whom it may concern, you may release your omgsoproudofu msgs. For she who is me who am I is adult.
