the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me. honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

with a twist of lemon, please. 🍋🍸

outta this world

future mrs. baker

i’m melting 🫠

the happiest life

kate, grace, cindy, naomi, heidi, linda

painting, with my lover, in heaven, etc.

impossible challenge: resist your bf while he’s working and looking like this

I don’t think I’ve ever been excited for a Memorial Day weekend. Sure, cookouts and day drinking are fun, but it’s never been a time I anxiously awaited for. This year is different. Annie and I have come together to create an artistic gathering of my paintings and her new album. A rental warehouse space converted into a gallery AND a stage… it doesn’t get more brilliant than that.

We’re ready to show off our talents side by side and hopefully make a little money in the process. Traveling with Ford has given me so much inspiration and material. I’m coming home with a suitcase full of paintings and a new creative spark.

I haven’t told anyone yet, but I’ve fully made the decision not to enroll in classes for fall semester. NYU feels like a graveyard of sadness, a girlhood stolen, and stress. So much stress. My art deserves freedom, and so do I.

a negroni sbagliato… with prosecco in it

a girl does start to feel optimistic in a patch of sun