Category: Journal

• Quarantine, Reimagined

  I spent more than 50 days of quarantine in Italy. I struggled everyday with my own existence in a place so empty to me, so foreign that even words felt cumbersome. I was living and working in the home of a family that spoke Italian. Even my thoughts betrayed me as I guiltily redirected them…
• After-effect

  These days I have been seeing Rome; having flashbacks to a city in another part of the world as I’m living my life here. Quarantine was spent there. Two months between the same walls day and night non-stop. Seeing gray. Forgetting color, except for the occasional grocery excursion.
• Regal peplum blouse

  I created this shirt for myself last year, thinking I would bring it to Italy with me, but in the end, I didn’t like it. However, after a year of travelling and coming home, I’m finally really loving what I’ve created. The simple yet beautiful lines, and the skimming yet not overly-tight fit defines my…
• August 4, 2020

  What if I woke up from a long sleep and all I saw were cities between clouds, green space, and lines cutting through it, lives and the way people lived them, and the shadow of clouds on the earth. I’d wake up with the pressure of gravity on my chest as the plane would lose…
• i gusti

  A collection of polaroids taken during travel away from home this year
• Valle dell’Aniene

  One of the things I love about Rome, or maybe just Italy as a whole, is it’s depth, spatially. I love how you can walk by an archway and as you pass it by, it seems for a second that you caught a glimpse of another world. Behind the archway there is an open courtyard,…
• A crime to kiss

  It was a crime to kiss, they said But when we met our feelings only seemed to be  missed more Pouring through cracks they had broken When we were shadows before Elongated by the growing sun We never seemed to touch For one reason or another Small excerpt from a larger poem
• I am the sun

  I am the sun, And I walk with a sweetness in my soul That catches in water pools Or on red cheeks And I smile As the day ends  I turn buildings to gold My uncommonly beautiful silhouette across the wall  They watch me stand with a calmness of breath, I am lost in brilliance,…
• April 24th
• Pasquetta