Though the image was created in 2015, I’d yet to encounter myself larger than life at Intercontinental until traveling this Thanksgiving. What I remember most about the day of the shoot was how cold it was, exacerbated by the fact that we were in a warehouse open to the elements. And what’s hopelessly bizarre to me now is that I ever felt inclined to straighten my hair. I suppose the weirder thing would be running into a former self and not having changed in the ensuing half decade. But I certainly wish there were a kinder measure than prior self-styling choices.
I’d be remiss in not mentioning that it was Christine West, one of Houston’s indefatigable advocates for the arts , who invited me to take part in this campaign to highlight the city’s creative community. While I’m truly delighted that I now have another friend to visit in Albuquerque, some changes are harder to adjust to than others, and this is certainly true of the speed with which many in my circle moved away during the pandemic.
May craft night live on, somehow and somewhere, ladies!
