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Fish Bowl

Lately I've been feeling like New York has been crumpling me up in a cube. It could be homesickness, it could be the depression of the city in the winter, or it could be the simple fact that I was ready to graduate and get away from Pratt my first day of freshman year. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I can't stop thinking about other people, especially on the subway. I sit on the subway alone on my way to work and can't help but look at everyone around me. I've been trying this thing where I try to make eye contact with anyone that will look at me. People hate it. I tend to get obsessed with the fact that all of these people are going somewhere, have a story, a lover, a family, different occupations. Are they married? Have they had sex? Have they ever been in love? It drives me crazy. I feel like I'm a tiny goldfish stuck in a cloudy bowl.

WEEDS.

Marie Claire photos by David Bellemere:

This past year was one for the record books. It brought highs and lows, triumph and defeat, love and heartbreak, and it has begun my journey for self-discovery. This blog is a statement of who I am. It will follow me, my passions, my life, as I discover myself in this crazy world. Cheers to a new year, and new beginnings.

Interning at America’s first fashion magazine has been a dream come true. I am in an environment where creativity and passion circulates through the air. The magazine has been home for the talents of Man Ray, Alexey Brodovich, Andy Warhol, Noonie Moore, Carmel Snow, and countless others. I am so lucky to be apart of the team that makes this publication what it is today.

My love for fashion photography has grown tremendously while working at Bazaar. Enjoy.