In 2002, I signed with my first New York modeling agency. In that red-walled box of an office, I met Jennifer Mclawhorn for the first ...
DON'T GO HERE Part 2, Berlin Written by: Sasha Owen-Longfellow Edited by: S. K. Rand Preface: In every city I’ve lived in, ...
THIS IS NOT A NOVEL Ode to June Written by: Sasha Owen-Longfellow Edited by: Susie Rand There were two floors at the club where ...
THIS IS NOT A NOVEL Written by: Sasha Owen-Longfellow Edited by: Susannah Rand A History of Odd Jobs During my fifteen year ...
The first time I modeled in Tokyo was in 2007. Cell phones existed, but international roaming would have sent my family ...
Foreword/Introduction: I spent the majority of my twenties lost. The concept of a well-traveled and independent ...
It’s the year 2017 and the races are off and running. I and my fellow liberal Americans have had the exhausting excuse for a slow churning ...
We sit in the second story of Doutor coffee, my boyfriend and I. He’s wearing his leather jacket which otherwise has been claimed as my leather ...
I like to pluck the hairs out of his eyebrows in the morning. I keep my pink rubber gripped tweezers beside the bed waiting for the special day ...
Although not unique to many of the designers I associate myself with, UM is another small brand on the rise with a do it all yourself mentality. "I ...
Falling asleep in the arms of my love, he holds me tenderly in the soft cocoon that we’ve woven together. He dozes off like a dying candle, slowly, ...
I met up with designer Young Seo Kang of Sweet180 last week to talk shop at her showroom. It was my first outing outside of my neighborhood since I ...
Back in Seoul in my nothing by nothing kitchen-less apartment. I try not to compare my life to others as anyone knows this tends to end in ...
Seoul is cold, colder than I expected, colder than I remember. It's raining and I didn't bring an umbrella, my fur coat and leather bag lightly ...
Unseasonably warm, I felt sticky in my fuzzy overcoat. I’d been wearing the same Metallica t-shirt for at least three days, while ...
He had a comfortable tongue, the kind that felt like a pillow in my mouth. Normally I’m adverse to having so very much of someone’s tongue in ...
I assume that most pen tips are designed to stand erect from their bodies, but mine protrudes at a slight downward angle, effectively appearing as a ...
When you’re miserable it’s easy to place things at a higher value than they are. I spent six months in New York, only two of them ...
Time does quicken, if only because my adult brain has adapted so many facets of retirement. Escapism in long form, there will be months at a time ...
Someone asked me last night, in broken English, what my goals in life are. Knowing the groups communication level I responded, "Not to kill myself ...
I celebrated finding black beans at the grocery store near my house, in addition to the chickpeas and chili beans that I already knew existed. Now, ...
This face is essentially representative about how I feel today. Last night after a short run and a don'thavetimetowashmyhair shower I put on a body ...
In Tokyo my visa status is limited to an entertainer. This visa, the "Entertainment Visa," commonly referred too amongst expats as the "Stripper ...
I think my last trip to Seoul destroyed any brain cells left that were capable of creative writing, which leaves me with two options: One-- lament ...
As anyone who follows my Instagram knows, it's been an interesting year of work for me so far. I'd love to sit here and write out how amazing my life ...
It's pretty windy out, I have to hold my oversized Game of Thrones winter coat closed with one hand and my bike handlebar with the other. My tiger ...
I hate the sound of sniffling. When I was just a kid my mom babysat this toddler who had perpetual snot running down her nose and into her mouth. ...
Here in Japan the Host/Hostess club remains ever popular as a valid form of social interaction. Paying to speak to someone might sound absurd, but if ...
I just finished working, stop in a Kawasaki station Krispy kreme with nose full of snot and eyes watery with tears. I order a chocolate glaze with ...
We went across the street to the Pink Pony, a small candlelit restaurant overlooking damp and rainy Ludlow street. The owner, a fat and angry ...
I parked my bike outside on the green metal railing, spitefully and directly in front of the "No Bicycle" sign. I was, naturally, on time, and my ...
I met Laura and Johnny at Veselka, the (still) popular Polish restaurant on 10th and 1st. They were sitting in the back with one extra, his name was ...
Four or five years ago I was living underwater. Something about my developing brain made it easy to hallucinate during waking hours. An unwanted ...
I can't stop staring at this guy adjacent from me. He looks like he has kept the same haircut since he was a young boy. Short and typical, nothing ...
Being productive is the hardest thing I face every day. Maybe skipping out on University and falling asleep every day in High School under my desk ...
The server I was streaming a Korean drama on just cut out while I was moving on to part 2 of episode 17, Boys Over Flowers. Koo Jun-Pyo's fiance was ...
I've been modeling for almost twelve years now. In high school when I started I was a mere string bean of a person. Not an ounce of fat on my five ...
How did I end up here? What were the moments that lead up to this moment, in this room, clouded by ambient music and surrounded by empty cans of ...
I slept so heavily that my head had a different weight when I woke up. I needed an extra thirty minutes to drift off and sleep again before the ...
Before I left New York and I had the pleasure of collaborating with the Korean bag brand Joseph and Stacey, styling a few different of my personal ...
Three weeks ago in Gimpo two guys rode by me on their bicycles and slapped my ass. I was walking to a convenience store around midnight down a quiet ...
I spent my last night out in Seoul sitting in fort at a park in Hongdae, surrounded by the intoxicated and rowdy youth of Korea who were sleeping on ...
It's so fucking weird, to be sitting here, at this cafe in Nonhyeon. This cafe where I spent so many sleepless evening before. It's called Nothing ...
There are a few days out of every year where it is possible for me to step out of my own head and see myself in another context, one that isn't ...
I'm sitting at Denny's drinking a small glass of beer to cure my hangover from staying out until 9am and talking myself into a relationship that I ...
I am not sure at what point people started being disposable for me, though it is more of a reflection of how I view myself than a statement of ...
I don't know what day it is. I don't know what day it is because I don't look at my calendar. I intentionally avoid the date looming at the top ...
Back in Tokyo it rains every day, sometimes for ten minutes, sometimes all day long. Today is the first day that I have seen blue sky drifting behind ...
I'm staying at Jimmy's house. He lives on Thompson and Houston on the sixth floor of an old walk-up building. You can't forget anything when you head ...
When I originally moved to New York I wanted to quit modeling. After a couple of years on the road which were interspersed with awkward trips back to ...
Korea is a frozen cold wasteland of cat cafes and Korean barbecue restaurants. If I didn't love it so much I'd hate it. Hate the ice, hate wearing ...
