In February 2017, I started a book.

About business and style. I had lost it in my docs, until today.

Note: I’ll make this a few substacks - it’s quite long. I’m so glad I found what I wrote - I remember I was so miserable writing this - I rented an apartment in Paris and holed up before PFW to work. Alone. A small shitty place, it was kind of depressing. I got a lot out on paper, but at the time - I couldn’t see where this would go. I hadn’t read this again until now, over seven years later, and I enjoyed reading what I wrote. I’m always so critical in the moment….maybe that’s truly why it had stayed buried all these years…?