It was the late ’70s when my parents met. My dad was a lighting director for a soap opera, and my mom was a temp at the studio. They moved into a house in The Valley in L.A., to a neighborhood that was leafy and affordable.
On a normal day, I love a shift dress with flats and a little cropped jacket. That, for me, is my travel wear if it’s not too chilly – you can throw a scarf over your legs if it’s cold on the plane!
My mother was a free-spirited clinical therapist, and I had the most hard-working father, a television lighting director by trade. My mum raised me to be a global citizen, with eyes open to sometimes harsh realities.
My dad is Caucasian, and my mom is African American. I’m half black and half white. Being biracial paints a blurred line that is equal parts staggering and illuminating.
I’m deeply and passionately involved in the design process. I’m a brash American, and if my name is going to be on something, I’m going to have my say.
I grew up with that farm-to-table dining before it was sweeping the nation. I do think there’s some value to really throwing yourself into food and embracing where it comes from.
