What’s Making Me Happy

Clothing made from 100% natural fibers.

I recently made my first  Capsule Wardrobe (watch the video here) and I realized how many cheap clothes I donated because they were falling apart. Going through my mom’s closet, I noticed that her t-shirts from the 1980s were still in good condition and incredibly soft. I decided that I want to only buy clothes that are made from 90%-100% natural fibers.

The white dress shirt I’m wearing in this photo is from Madewell and is 100% cotton. I wore it in New Orleans and was amazed at how well the fabric breathed. Even though the temperature was in the 90s, I was very comfortable in this long sleeve shirt walking around for several hours. Expect an updated Capsule Wardrobe video soon with my recent natural fiber clothing additions.

Neon Lights

This isn’t a new obsession, but it’s one I was reminded of recently. A few weeks ago, Sanguine and I went to meet friends for dinner, and stumbled upon a grocery store with these retro neon signs, while killing time before dinner. I’d love to do a photo collection of neon signs in unexpected places.

Honey, I’m Good.

This music video made me smile and laugh.


Disney World // Photo taken by my dad.

My mom taught me to take care of what you have and to embrace it without reservation.

My mom is third from the left wearing a flamingo watch. She wears a lot of loose clothes.
Lovely loose dress with actual ballet flats.

Her talent is is enhancing the features that made her unique and beautiful and her clothes are just an extension of that.

My parents.
My parents.

I’ve learned to look for clothes that fit me and buy quality over quantity. I have pieces of her wardrobe that she purchased in the 1980s that still look fantastic today because she took care of them.


How has your mother’s style influenced you?





Little Havana is a district within Miami filled with cigar and tourist shops lining painted streets.

Every few minutes a tourist bus stops in front of Domino Park where around 100, mostly older Cuban men, play dominos under large canopies. It’s fairly small and crowded with almost every seat filled with people playing, an occasionally person watching, and a consistent group of people walking around the perimeter of the park spectating and taking pictures.

Taking travel photos is always difficult for me because I never want to treat someone’s home as a spectacle. I cringe when I see photographers treat someone’s everyday life as a breaking news event without establishing any respect. My style is to make the subjects comfortable with my presence, or at least grow tired of caring, rather than barging in without the introduction. Developing this type of relationship takes time, which I don’t have a lot of while traveling. I decided to sit on one of the benches in the park with my cousin and just take the moment in instead.

Before leaving Little Havana, I noticed a group of men playing dominos in an air conditioned barbershop away from tourists.