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One of my favorite photos of my mom. My dad took this when she was a young first-time mom, before I came along and permanently altered her stress levels 🥹
Happy Mother’s Day ❤️
Officially one month in at @tataharperskincare and I fear the products are working a little too well 💚
Ran into an old friend on the street and immediately got interrogated about my skin… and who am I to gatekeep?
Anyway… Crème Supreme hive rise 🫡
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
View Instagram Stories in Secret
The Instagram Story Viewer is an easy tool that lets you secretly watch and save Instagram stories, videos, photos, or IGTV. With this service, you can download content and enjoy it offline whenever you like. If you find something interesting on Instagram that you’d like to check out later or want to view stories while staying anonymous, our Viewer is perfect for you. Anonstories offers an excellent solution for keeping your identity hidden. Instagram first launched the Stories feature in August 2023, which was quickly adopted by other platforms due to its engaging, time-sensitive format. Stories let users share quick updates, whether photos, videos, or selfies, enhanced with text, emojis, or filters, and are visible for only 24 hours. This limited time frame creates high engagement compared to regular posts. In today’s world, Stories are one of the most popular ways to connect and communicate on social media. However, when you view a Story, the creator can see your name in their viewer list, which may be a privacy concern. What if you wish to browse Stories without being noticed? Here’s where Anonstories becomes useful. It allows you to watch public Instagram content without revealing your identity. Simply enter the username of the profile you’re curious about, and the tool will display their latest Stories. Features of Anonstories Viewer: - Anonymous Browsing: Watch Stories without showing up on the viewer list. - No Account Needed: View public content without signing up for an Instagram account. - Content Download: Save any Stories content directly to your device for offline use. - View Highlights: Access Instagram Highlights, even beyond the 24-hour window. - Repost Monitoring: Track the reposts or engagement levels on Stories for personal profiles. Limitations: - This tool works only with public accounts; private accounts remain inaccessible. Benefits: - Privacy-Friendly: Watch any Instagram content without being noticed. - Simple and Easy: No app installation or registration required. - Exclusive Tools: Download and manage content in ways Instagram doesn’t offer.
Advantages of Anonstories
Explore IG Stories Privately
Keep track of Instagram updates discreetly while protecting your privacy and staying anonymous.
Private Instagram Viewer
View profiles and photos anonymously with ease using the Private Profile Viewer.
Story Viewer for Free
This free tool allows you to view Instagram Stories anonymously, ensuring your activity remains hidden from the story uploader.
Frequently asked questions
Anonymity
Anonstories lets users view Instagram stories without alerting the creator.
Device Compatibility
Works seamlessly on iOS, Android, Windows, macOS, and modern browsers like Chrome and Safari.
Safety and Privacy
Prioritizes secure, anonymous browsing without requiring login credentials.
No Registration
Users can view public stories by simply entering a username—no account needed.
Supported Formats
Downloads photos (JPEG) and videos (MP4) with ease.
Cost
The service is free to use.
Private Accounts
Content from private accounts can only be accessed by followers.
File Usage
Files are for personal or educational use only and must comply with copyright rules.
How It Works
Enter a public username to view or download stories. The service generates direct links for saving content locally.