Fifteen years ago marks the first time I styled hair in a professional setting. From then, that seed has grown into a fruitful tree. During that same time, I remember finding my love for cosmetics. I styled hair at a beauty bar earning twenty dollars per-style. Nonetheless; I was happy and excited to be there. I remember loving every second of the make-up process. Admiring how beauty poured out of literal liquids and powders.

No matter the amount of love I had for this, I chose to steer away from this world. During that time, in my reality - I was taught that the make-up industry was no place for a man. I was afraid of how many might view me so i took a different direction while still having access to view it from a close distance. It strikes me interesting to think “what the fuck was I hiding from?”

I dove into my love for fashion as it is the only industry that encompasses all the affairs of Beauty. Apparel, Architecture, Hair, Make-up, Production, Glamor, Photography, Film, Music, Theater, and above all, the respect it has for creativity. 

Through this I realize how fulfilling it feels to be a part of someone’s cherished memory, to remind them how beautiful they are both inside and out. I learned that no matter how far I tried to steer away from my calling, it found its way back to me. How I’ve written before and how I’ll say it again all these roads lead me back to where I started.

Cheers to that seventeen year old boy who dared to dream.

"WITH LOVE" -