Lost in translation... My first passport stamp being my first fashion week in Paris has shifted my scope for good. Being so far from home but feeling as if I’m retracing my own steps is a warm feeling that I’m embracing with gratitude. I’ve been thinking about the countless sleepless nights that have illuminated the present moment; man what a difference distance makes. I say all this to say that I’m reinvigorated and I look forward to improving my approach to this life shit in every aspect possible. Thank you to @nxxnyo for trusting me to work on this special project with Heliot Emil. Eternally grateful for all those in unflinching belief and support 💚. Currently writing this in an empty airport on a 14 hour layover in Copenhagen. This excessive time with my own thoughts has reminded me of what to do when one returns from Dagobah...