Why subscribe?
Welcome. I’ve always been drawn to creative talent—of every shade. Yes, fashion is important to me, but it’s only one piece of the puzzle. Film, art, design, music… The whole, electric spectrum of creativity captures my attention and, sometimes, my heart.
Consider this sub-stack the front row seat to all that inspires me: interviews, encounters, discoveries both dazzling and unexpected. But if you’re curious about the stories behind the person curating it all—my private chapters, the moments you never saw—well, those you’ll only find as a paid subscriber.
Here’s the secret: my autobiography, told differently. Each week I choose an image at random and tell its story—no timeline, no rules. Every photo unravels a cinematic, uncensored memory from New York to Paris (and plenty of places in between). Some are glamorous, some are raw, all are true.
If you want a taste of the journey behind the curation, consider this your quiet invitation. Step closer, if you like. Becoming a paid subscriber isn’t just access—it’s a key to the stories I’ve never told, revealed one evocative photo at a time.
And if you become a paid Subscriber…
After all these years of people urging me to write my autobiography—and after three abandoned ghostwriters and countless false starts where three pages took three years—I finally figured out a way that works for me. Every Tuesday, I post a fragment of memory: one image, chosen at random, and the story that photo unlocks. Over time it becomes a patchwork of my life, told sideways, unplanned, more like a living photo album than a conventional chronological march.
The writing lives on Substack, which means anyone can subscribe for free and follow along. The autobiography itself—those Tuesday memory-entries—sits behind a paywall. That part simply feels right: a way of marking the difference between everything else I share publicly, and this more intimate stitching together of my own history. I suppose after decades of championing other people’s work, it’s touching to find some want to quietly champion mine.
