Damsel at Dior

Sometimes you have to dress yourself from the outside in. My journey to the Dior show at Paris Fashion Week started with a sunset. I was 8 years old sitting on my 4-wheeler at the back end of the “Home Place” farm and what caused me to brake to take in the moment I am still uncertain. I was in my element. The sun was slowly fading lower and lower, my mother was cooking lasagna for dinner and I had spent the day chasing dove down and playing make believe in my world that was the farm country. But, as I sat there for what felt like 5 years, with every breath that the sun let out I began to feel smaller and smaller. The Home Place started to feel larger and...