daisies & eyeliner

It’s my thirteenth summer at camp. I started as a camper way back in 2003, as a rising fourth-grader who had yet to get her first haircut. Since then, my whole life has boiled down to one microcosmic week each year. Every June, I enter my fishbowl. Every June, our family gets a little closer…


At summer camp, teaching young’uns and testing my intestinal mettle on dorm food. This is why I always have backlogged photos on hand.  

the witch & the sprite: madonna edition

I really love Madonna themes. The iconography is so lush, so blatantly defiant of the Second Commandment, that it’s easy to see the pagan roots of Abrahamic traditions. The Blessed Virgin is just another permutation of female divinity. She’s Baubo and Oshun and Persephone and the Morrigan alike. This, right here, is why I’m a…

the frizz

So it’s been a while. I wish I had a reason, but my lady-brain just can’t come up with one. I think I go through one of these phases every few months: I’m more interested in living than in documenting. It always cycles back. I still go through life with a photographer’s eye – I’m…

fairy in the rubble

Instead of cleaning up my yard, I decided to work with it. I’m actually really into the contrast between my super!ultra!fluorescence and the 20something detritus around me. I wore this outfit to my first haunted house meeting of the year! I’m contractually disallowed from mentioning anything else yet, but…two words. CORPSE TUNNEL.

pour me a spot of chartreuse

I’m on Shaped by Style today looking mod as all get out in Emily’s skirt and lecturing you about etymologies!

deep thoughts at the shelburne museum

It would be so easy to accidentally-on-purpose get locked in here and spend the night in a tiny Victorian bed. And hunt for ghosts. And see if the wine in the apothecary bottles is real. How does one get hired as a living statue? I could rock that. Give me a period dress and a…