Someone recently told me that I am, "living a beautiful story". What does this even mean? I feel like this is the kind of phrase that always seems to be said when the person doesn't really know anything about you and they assume everything they see at your exterior layer to be true, yet they know nothing about you as a human, your story in life or your mission to the world.

During the inferno of these revelations to this person, she has thus discovered that I am newly back Stateside, stripped of all feelings that once made up my life in Paris and that my moral compass is right on point; this includes being kind, being honest, being transparent and keeping it real. Not to be overly truthful or put her in a state of dismay, but I tried to enlighten her on the tricks of the trade. My tricks is my story is very effing complicated and far too complicated for one to grasp at first glance. My trade is that I live the life that I want to live and that is an extremely passionate and amazing existence, and nothing will ever change that.

I'm digging denim on denim, except this shirt by Rag & Bone is a total optical illusion; it's not denim, but denim colored and a nice light flannel, which is perfect for fall. I've always fancied chunky belts that you can wear over anything and make look fun and this one is no exception with its skulls and studs. Mother makes some of the best denim out on the market today and they are as comfortable, as they are cool. Python sandals with neon PVC edging from Sergio Rossi, Celine sunnies and my Fendi Peek-a-boo tie everything together as one unit; my tricks, my trade.