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German Castles & The Soul of Story

Fairytales. How we love to dream about these idealistic worlds where glass slippers fit and straw can be spun into gold. According to anthropologist Joseph Campbell's monomyth, "The Hero's Journey," virtually every story is made up of fairytale ingredients — a call to adventure, a wizard mentor, a hero prince, a daunting dragon.  

 

14 Reasons Fashion Shows and Dog Shows are Pretty Much the Same Thing

From Fashion Week to Westminster Dog Show, last week was certainly excitement-packed. The marked similarities between the shows is something that still makes me laugh. From munching Filet Mingon with celebrities like Lindsay Lohan at Nicole Miller’s after-party to finding a photo of Miranda in the dress we created overnight in the New York Times, it was surreal as well. Sometimes I pinch myself to see if it’s all a dream, but in reality, all I can do is say thanks to the Man Upstairs who keeps dragging me along on these crazy adventures.

And what a sense of humor must He have!

Miles & Hyde: The Murder of Bonnie and Clyde

Another round of New York City adventures with two Oregon farm girls.

Chinatown, N.Y. — Pagoda roofs sit like ballgowns atop the heads of jenga-stacked businesses, and neon signs splash characters and symbols across their sprawling skirts. Red and gold awnings, umbrella tables knolled with green Opo Squash, King Crabs, and vibrantly packaged sweets abound. 

Moments earlier, my friend Lizzie and I were passing a glossy skyscraper that stands like a compass needle in the heart of the financial district. In a matter of a left turn, we find ourselves immersed into another world entirely. The briefcase-toting businessmen on the previous block are replaced by storied grandfathers bent over their tables of goods. 

 

 

Fall Fashion and New Beginnings

Autumn means new beginnings. It’s out with the old, and in with the new. Leaves drip from trees, leaving crispy pools of warm colors that turn unto the earthy, sweet smell of fermenting seasons past. 

Back home at the farm, baby calves are born with glossy pink noses that breathe in that fresh fall air, welcoming promises of new life and new seasons to come. 

The fields are put to bed, and a new school year begins, and the children trade their greasy work boots and shovels for shiny new shoes and sharp crayons. 

For me, this season has brought more new, and cast more old than any other time in my life. I miss the tiny school where my 23 classmates used to cut out paper pilgrims and turkeys this time of year. But as I push the button for the 20th floor, in the glass high-rise overlooking the Hudson River where I now go to school, I can’t help but feel excitement for the new beginnings I am in the process of exploring.