I’ve posted a few times already about TEMPER, a project I’ve been working on with a dear friend in the States, Jesse. We are honored to be featured on Seattle magazine‘s Shopping and Fashion & Style section and excited to ramp up for our release on February 3rd!
Thanks Seattle magazine too for the fab write-up! Keep your eyes peeled for more (and a giveaway in the future, too!)
via The Prevailing Taste
This Saturday the 25th of January marked a special day for the Scots in my life, Phnom Penh, and across the globe: Burns Day.
To celebrate this honored date, Little Kitchen– Cooking for Change partnered up with a few good lads to host a memorable evening in honor of Robert Burns for the first time in the Charming City. Little Kitchen provides a monthly culinary event that brings people together who share a love for food, interaction, and education while supporting social and humanitarian activities in the local Cambodian community. Held at Meta House, each event is devoted to a particular country or region’s cuisine along with presentations and on some occasions, performances.
Recently, several people have asked some questions that have been difficult to answer, if answerable at all.
Why did you move to Cambodia?
Do you think I could live in Cambodia?
How long do you think you’ll stay there?
When are you coming home?
Do you like it?
Over the past few months, I’ve heard the word ‘baggage‘ more times than I have since I first checked in at the Seattle airport when I moved to Phnom Penh. In both metaphorical and literal terms, baggage has been the topic of the moment.
Every time I hear someone has become lactose intolerant, a little piece of my heart dies and I do a little fart.
I was extraordinarily pleased with this editorial I shot early last month with the energetic and dynamic photographer Jack Malipan and creative and skilled hair stylist Ryan Drewe Taylor from The Dollhouse. Shooting in an oil slicked auto parts garage surrounded by rusted nuts and bolts wasn’t glamorous in any way especially when I saw a cockroach scurry across a pair of the wardrobe shoes. Balancing in five inch wedges and a dress that barely covered my cake as onlookers gawked wasn’t easy either, but the results were entirely worth it. Who can complain when you’re working with such a great team? I absolutely adore working with these talents and look forward for more to come.
It won’t be until 10:10 today that my dad died four years ago. I honestly and embarrassingly can’t remember whether it was morning or night, the fluorescent hospital lights and agitated sleep on hard, angled chairs warped time and reality.