Design

I remember sitting on a sun-drenched curb in Florence, my sketchbook balanced on my knees, watching the way the terracotta rooftops collided with the bruised purples of a Mediterranean twilight.…

I remember sitting on the floor of a sun-drenched studio in Florence, surrounded by half-finished sketches, fabric swatches, and a stack of Miles Davis records, feeling utterly paralyzed. I was…

I remember sitting on a sun-drenched cobblestone street in Florence, my sketchbook open, trying to capture the exact way the terracotta rooftops bled into a bruised violet twilight. I realized…

I remember sitting in a sun-drenched studio in Florence, surrounded by half-finished sketches and the rhythmic, brassy swell of a Miles Davis record, feeling completely paralyzed by a single swatch…