Iceland + London + NYC

I don't know about anyone else, but 2017 has been a mere flash.  I find myself reeling when I think about half of the year already being behind me.  As most self-employed humans, I tend to overwork, under-relax, and live in the bubble of my task list.  At the beginning of this year, I made the choice to book a trip abroad with a dear friend and completely ignore the typically terrifying financial implications of said trip.  It's been a few years since I've been outside of the US and now seemed as good a time as ever.  I started my journey in Iceland, hopped over to London, and then ended my time away in New York.  All three were incredibly different and left me with unique inspirations.  

If you've never been to Iceland, I encourage you to book a trip now, yesterday, three weeks ago.  It's for your own good.  I had no idea what to expect from the tiny country that sits on the Arctic Circle, and it floored me.  The landscape (volcanoes?!), the coastline, the Scandinavian valleys, the free-roaming goats, sheep, and ponies -- I'm not really sure what else you could ever possibly want.  One thing I wasn't expecting?  Smelling like a boiled egg 90% of the time.  Turns out all those volcanoes cause a fair amount of sulfur a.k.a. when you shower, it's like taking a dip in the vat of boiled eggs at the Whole Foods salad bar.  But when you find yourself on a black sand beach nearly at the top of the world, the boiled eggs don't seem so bad.  Pictures don't even come close to what it was like to stare into the face of waterfalls, mountains, and sunsets that last all night.  It's truly breathtaking.  

After my spiritual, egg-inspired Icelandic expedition, my friend and I did a stint in London.  I had a few more expectations for ye ol' London, and as I assumed, it was NOTHING like Iceland.  London felt a bit more familiar -- a more manageable New York with cleaner subway stops, Harry Potter accents, and dogs on leashes that looked to live a more elegant life than I.  The mood was much more intense than that of the first leg of my trip, but I still found peace amongst the stylish chaos.  London is one of those places where I just know I'll be back more than once and it felt more like an introduction -- a first of many trips.  

After feeling quite exhausted from the two weeks of travel, I stopped over in New York on my way back to sweet, gentle Nashville.  It was hot.  It was rainy.  But it was glorious.  Ever since I was a little girl, New York has been one of my favorite cities.  I like the noise, in more ways than one.  I spent some time in the garment district (as to be expected), plotting out Spring 18.  I took in Comme des Garcons at the MET (duh).  But perhaps my favorite moment was when I sat down at a coffee shop with Brett Warren, innocently desiring a caffeine boost before a meeting.  We stared across the street over our lattes only to lay our tired eyes upon the Sterling Ruby installation on the ground floor look-space of the Calvin Klein headquarters.  Raf Simons will always be one of my ultimates and there we were, gazing upon the very stage of his first collection for Calvin Klein.  Be still my heart.  Reminders such as these always spark a mood of gratitude and drive in me and it was exactly what I needed.  

Enjoy a few pictures from my trip and always say yes to taking a break, resetting, unwinding, and getting inspired.