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I am a hedonist when it comes to fitness, food, art, and adventure in New York City, and the world. I work out and race because I love the feeling: power, endorphins, productive pain. I see movement as celebration and therapy, food as art and love, creativity as our most human impulse, and travel as a way of awakening and coming home to ourselves, to each other.

I seek out and create moments and practices that unite body, mind, and spirit at a brilliant pulse. Here are some stories from that rhythm.

Tracksuit. Redefined.

SWEAT COUTURE: Activewear a workout has to live up to. Crisp day, fiery moves, breaking in layers of sleek, funky goodness shooting for The B Suit—swimwear designed for pool play, ocean tumbles, and serious sweat—at the East River Running Track, an NYC fitness institution long before the boutique studio craze. Loved racing all the characters who turn out for early Saturday morning laps—septuagenarians in vintage track pants, earnest Rocky impersonators, beat-box shouldering boot-campers, East River wind at our backs.