Xiao long bao.

Writing today from Gate B9 in Taipei, waiting for a plane to- you guessed it- Phnom Penh, Cambodia. I’ve spent…

Sorority.

It’s already been a month since I made my first trek to Phnom Penh and experienced this well-known yet no…

I find it difficult to trust people, and I believe that stemming from that lack of trust comes me being…

I’m sitting in my muggy office under fluorescent lights, coconut to my right, sketch pad to my left, and the…

I met Aimee on an eyewear curation project in Hong Kong, 2014. We hit it off immediately. Between our affinity…

April 6, 2015: 5:20pm Here I am again, eyes parallel with the clouds. It’s familiar, this situation. The seats feel…

Court yourself today.

Backlogged from April 16, 2015. As I sit on a Wi-Fi-less plane with a few hours left on my first…

The blue hour varies from place to place, from time and from space. To know this is a gift, a…

Sunday nights have this aura about them. They’re the entryway to the coming week- full of unknowns and possibilities- and…