
The photo that took four tries in Ubud
The wind kept stealing the shot before I was ready for it. Here's what three days in the Ubud rice terraces actually looked like, wind included.



Come see how I’mliving.
Where to go, what to wear, how to make a room feel like yours, and how to rest. Start anywhere.

For years I kept a folder on my phone called someday. Hotel rooms with the light coming in a particular way. A chair I couldn’t stop thinking about. A street in Lisbon I walked down twice because the first time felt like I’d rushed it.
This is that folder, opened up. Where I’ve been and what it actually cost. The things I bought once and still use. The rooms I’ve rearranged four times over. The mornings I got right, and the ones I didn’t.
Before any of this was content, it was just my life. I’ve lived in a lot of places, traveled even farther, and eventually put down roots in Texas. I wasn’t building a brand. I was just living somewhere different every few years. Along the way, I learned to pay attention to the details — the places worth going back to, the things worth bringing home, and the little ways we make life feel like our own.
That’s what you’ll find here. The places I’ve been, the things I genuinely love, the spaces I’m making my own, and everything I’m learning about slowing down enough to enjoy it.
I’m not here to sell you a whole life. Just the good parts of mine, in case any of them are useful to you.

“I’ve missed flights, overpacked, and cried in an Airbnb bathroom more than once. None of that made the cut here. Just what worked.”
Neké Akua · on keeping the good parts
The spots I’d go back to without thinking twice. They’re right below.

Bo-Kaap · November 2023
I booked the trip for the photographs, which is a shallow reason to go anywhere. I stayed for the woman who sold me koesisters on the corner of Wale Street and told me which houses had been repainted that spring.
See Cape TownThings earning their place right now. Nothing is here because it paid to be.

Goes with everything, apologizes for nothing.

The ones I reach for when the outfit needs one more thing.

Not every closet needs one this dramatic. Mine does.

Packed for every trip, worn on days I didn't wash my hair.

Survived three trips and a kimono I still own.

Not practical. Not sorry.
Life, styled my way.
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