ONCE, A QUESTION FOUND ME…
If you could do anything with this brief, wondrous life, what would you do—and who would you be while doing it?
The answer came easily to me. I’d collect passport stamps, conversations that linger long after the last glass of something old is poured, and pulse-quickening memories. I’d build a life shaped by curiosity, pleasure, movement, beauty, and becoming more fully myself.
These days, I sit comfortably in duality: half librarian, half libertine. I grew up between worlds—my South African vibrancy wrapped in Midwestern warmth, with a little NYC spark for good measure. Curious and cultivated, with a well-intact sense of play, life for me tends to be measure life in songs, books, films, and seasons. Bisexual, deeply fond of delicious tension, and apparently quite distracting in close quarters.
My life moves with intention: yoga classes, unpacking somewhere new, farmer’s market trips for produce, evenings that unfold without rushing toward the next thing. I certainly love a NYC evening out at a Michelin restaurant and luxe lounge that doesn’t take reservations. But I’m just as likely to spend a weekend away from the city, barefoot on cool marble in a silk slip, dancing around the kitchen while something slow-cooked fills the air.
We spend so much of modern life staring at screens, answering messages, performing competence, ambition, or success without asking whether we still feel connected to ourselves underneath it all.
I don’t believe rest should be earned, though if anyone’s earned it, I suspect you have.
Time with me is rarely about doing the most. Usually, it’s about feeling a little more like yourself again. And rolling out that dusty bucketlist. Less artifice, more connection.
Let yourself imagine: sharing glances across a candlelit table, as your hand grazes my knee out of view. Having tangled conversations that stretch in the twilight, before I pull you in for a deep kiss. Waking up with me in your arms, already planning where we should go next.
The trouble usually starts once my eyes begin sparkling. After that, restraint tends to become a little theoretical. Because chemistry is what makes time feel pleasantly irrelevant for a little while…
Life is for living; let’s do it well.
drawn to
pink grapefruit, cold oysters
a burger worth ruining lipstick for
books you inhale in a single sitting
layered harmonies + low lighting
collecting greetings in new languages
olive green + tomato red + skin warmed by the sun
ranch dressing, unapologetically
hearing someone laugh before they touch you
lately
listening: Sonny Rollins, NxWorries, James Taylor
reading: All Fours, The Scarlet Pimpernel, whatever followed me home from the bookstore
forever favorites: Game of Thrones, Donny Hathaway on vinyl, films that leave me breathless, ocean air thru open windows, the peace right before slumber