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Halloween: Agnes from Despicable Me + Her Unicorn

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We can call this Halloween costume on a budget and because I really, really wanted overalls. I searched the internet for well-known characters with bangs and it ranged from Daria to Mia Wallace to Agnes. Of course, Agnes won. Overalls. A unicorn. Not to mention one of the best characters out there — consistently optimistic and sees the best in people, loves her sisters and kitten finger puppets, and loses her shit when she sees something that makes her entirely…

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My Day As a Porcelain Doll

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Modeling has brought me some serious joy over the past few years. The people I meet, the designers I marvel at, the vision that often times takes a team to bring together. It feels like doing art with a group of brilliant people who all work a different way + standing back at the finished product while everyone agrees, “fuck yeah, that’s awesome, that was it.” When Bri and I decided to visit L.A. to explore and spend time with…

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Kaleidoscope J O Y

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I remember the first time I met Joy. I was six and had just lost my first tooth. Writing was my dearest friend. Peas were my enemy. I could feel the air push back my dark brown curls as I stared at a familiar face across from me on the see-saw. Up. Down. Up. The high-pitched squeals reverberated off the worn brick walls of our school like the small white ball in a pinball machine. And that’s when I saw…

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The Lineage of D I S C O M F O R T

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Last night I sat with discomfort. I poured him a glass of scotch, sat Indian style at his feet and listened to him tell tales of his Great Grandfather and how he ruled with a heavy hand. “Never budge,” he’d say. “Always stay firm and wound up. Resting is for the lazy.” I slowly shook my head as to say that I felt for Discomfort. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and cleared his throat. “So,”…

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G I L D E D

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Bri and I wandered off the wet cobblestone streets of Burlington, VT into a tiny shop that felt like home. Oversized chunky sweaters greeted us, floppy brimmed hats lined the wall, dresses I could move and dance in beckoned me, not to mention 1/4 of the store was assigned to some of the most beautiful boots made for meandering feet that I’d ever laid my dark cocoa eyes on. Shops like this remind me what lights that lava in my…

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