i‘ve lived in seattle for 9 years. before that, i lived an hour and half north of here, and when i came to seattle, one of my favourite places to meander was the market. even now, as a local, it never seems cliche’ to me to go there to connect to my city. i never get tired of wandering there. poking through new corners. going a little further than i went last time.
a new goal has been to document some seattle fashion. seattle is a land of individualists. people who don’t conform to the rules of other cities. it’s a joke that we wear fleeces and socks with sandals, and i won’t even argue with you, i own more fleece than i did when i lived in arizona. and my tevas are beloved, although i would sooner set fire to hair than wear them with socks. but i get it.
i want just a little bit of what my city looks like here. from the man selling produce with the wicked style, to the girls walking around in herds starting the new grunge. i love living here, and i’ve always loved people watching. this is my way to connect to where i live and be inspired.
