I was recently honored to be able to shoot the home of Atlanta interior designer, Clary Bosbyshell. Readers of this blog know I've long been a fan of both Clary's work and general style. She's worked multiple times on my all time favorite house in the city. Her work is characterized by Southern grace, modern lines, curated art, and edited traditional pieces. In her living room, I love the sleek lines of the neutral pieces contrasted by the floral patterned chair, which creates a sense of refinement and a nod to Southern femininity. The blue and white patterned ceramics in her breakfast room look so beautiful against the glossy white table, modern light fixture, and antique turtle shells. Clary's true gift is in her ability to edit and create a space where the energy is perfectly simple, welcoming, intriguing, yet classic.Read More
In high school I had a friend who was overflowing with acting talent, and after trying out for yet another play and not getting the part, I said off the cuff to my mom, "it must be so frustrating to have that much talent and still not be the best." That statement has since haunted and defined most of my life.
In seventh grade, my friends and I started thinking about high school and honors classes. At that time it was fairly clear to me I had little hope for any academic honors except maybe with my writing. I went to eighth grade full of fire and passion only to find out I had no real grasp over the rules of grammar or spelling and spent the year trying to hang on to a B average. I entered high school squarely in the middle of the pack, far from the best.
My high school academic career can really be summed up with a scene in the basement of Campbell Hall at the end of Junior year. I had recently visited UNC, which had the number one photojournalism school in the country. I needed as many AP classes as possible to have any hope of getting accepted. I had an 89 average in math, so I was on the cusp of being recommended for AP statistics. I worked up all my courage, walked into the classroom, and flat out begged the teacher to recommend me. Her answer was, "you're not mathematically gifted, you're going to struggle every day in that class, but if this is what you want I'll sign the paper." I took her signed recommendation and ran down the hall like I'd won the lottery.
The next year I walked into AP statistics, sat in my seat, and realized she was right. Every day was a boring struggle through material my brain didn't naturally understand. I got a 3 on the AP exam, rejected from UNC, and headed straight for the SECOND best photojournalism program in the country.
College was not much better. I got turned down as photo editor of the school paper, never earned my own weekly comic strip, and eventually left for UGA. As a history major, I floated through my classes relying heavily on my creative writing skills and completely exhausting any memorization talent I had (very little). Other than a brief semester where I was completely spellbound by the 16th century Chinese economy (now there's a place to hang your hat), my college career was completely unremarkable.
Even senior year, when I spent six months and 25 pages arguing that early French pornographic literature was the birthplace of modern day feminism (truth), I only got a 99.5 on the thesis. WHY HOLD OUT ON THAT HALF A POINT? It would have been so easy to finally let me be the best. But no, that wasn't written in my stars.Read More
Losing my dad changed me. It made me reevaluate almost every aspect of my life and decide what is important to me. I've become really preoccupied with heaven and trying to build and strengthen a relationship with my dad and his memory. I made a commitment to doing things that nourish my body and soul. I'm reading The Artist Way, which has really been the roadmap for clearing my head and rediscovering who I am. It involves daily journaling and weekly "artist dates" where you spend time alone. It's focused my mind. I've cleaned out my closet and junk spaces. I've started meditating. It makes me want to take care of myself, so I'm doing Whole 30. I also signed up for a gym, but then I injured my back pretty severely, so I had to take a break.Read More