Unwanted petting of my hair, trying to put stuff in it, presumptuous questions, all were seemingly friendly and joking acts, but I could tell they were a subtle form of ridicule.
Everyday that I shop and work and speak and travel and read and exist quite happily with this gorgeous head of hair, I defy the stereotype that I have to conform to a certain standard of beauty.
There was passion and joy and love in that boy, love for music and love for life. It was the very essence of who he is. I see you son.
It was a Louis Vuitton Kusama pop-up store – one of only six in the world. And here we were in Paris for the launch of the limited edition collection. It was fate.
We jumped out, ran/pulled our luggage through the train station and cleared security and customs within 5 minutes – we still had a chance to make our train!
I think that’s going to be one of my new year’s sayings: oh well.
