The Devil wears Prada: From Aspen

For as long as I can remember, I have been infatuated with anything fashion, modeling, art, film and New York City. Perhaps it started with a young girl sitting next to her mother, at the edge of a twin bed, in a cramped 2 bedroom 2 bath apartment fitting a family of four. On top of a Conoco, sitting comfortably across from the towns only airport. Watching, bonding, over one of the most iconic and inspiring movies of the early 2000″s for the girlies of the 90’s and on. The dedication, the fashion, the STORY!  Andie, the main character, sold her soul *accidentally* to be more and give more for the fashion industry, and ended up gaining more than she ever wanted. Just to prove that she can only go there, that she can be THAT b****. Her inner self clashing between being “THE”  it girl in such a double edge sword of a industry for women.  While juggling being uniquely her self in the life she curated. That film single handedly created the biggest impact on who I wanted to be and what I wanted for myself for as long as I can remember.

Perhaps it was the fabulousness. The fashion. The city with blinding lights. The possibilities of opportunity to make beautiful wearable art. New York city has been romanticized in every corner of every movie in every bookstore around me  imaginable. And boy did I fall for it, boy do I want it, and boy am I gonna get it. This is my origin story. I patiently watched those romanticized ads we call entertainment films until I had blossomed into a “fully” formed human.  After 26 beautiful years in America’s most cozy notoriously knowns ski town, it was time for me to experience my own inner Devil wearing nothing but Prada. But this time, the devil on my shoulder wouldn’t be from Aspen. She would be from her mother herself, New York f*****g City.

So here I am. Living out my dream. Small town girl moves to the city cliché, but so much deeper than that, I am finally living out my truth and perusing life long dream with passion in this crazy, fickle world.