This young woman came to me to hear my thoughts on fashion and the industry. We shared an afternoon where I tried to help her imagine that beyond my spit up covered shirt, gray roots, crazy eye from fatigue and rolls of mama chub, was a woman who had once been described as willowy, a woman who craved the excitement and ridiculousness of NYC's fashion scene, a woman who fell prey to the exact things that I swore I would never fall prey too, it all being so cliche so do so. I warned her and encouraged her and felt alive in a new way talking to her about it all. She and I decided at the end of our chat that we needed to work together. Here is her senior portrait. Here is our magic combined.