What we choose to let go matters just as much as what we keep. This isn’t a resale service—it’s a invitation to offload with care. I ask questions to help you decide what stays and why, what goes, and where it should go next: What role did this piece play? Does it still support the life I’m living? What kind of future do I hope it finds?

You’ll also find a selection of garments and accessories from my own evolving life —pieces that still have beauty, function, and story left in them. Some are offered as gifts. Others are available for purchase, always with context, always with care.

Read the story behind the Closet Archive here

Stories from my closet

  • Thrift Store Finds

    A few weeks after my seasonal closet detox, I returned to the thrift store to drop off a few forgotten items and to browse, of course; you never know what you might find. In the clothing section, a piece in blue caught my eye. Excited at the prospect of a find, I pulled it off the rack, only to realize it was one of the skirts I had donated just weeks before!!

    I realized then that I don’t always need to own something to truly appreciate it. And apparently, my sense of style is timeless— predictable, even.

  • Stadel Museum Frankfurt - August 2021

    A well-dressed woman at an art museum on a Sunday during a COVID summer has stayed with me. We shared the same space for maybe an hour, but the way she carried herself and dressed lingers as a reminder: to show up fully, to dress thoughtfully every day, and to give the spaces we occupy—and ourselves—the attention they deserve.

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  • This clutch is striking, a deep red with an aquamarine clasp and a gold chain that catches light. It can be worn or tucked away, bold or quiet. I first saw it in Hong Kong, December 2017, between flights and family weddings. At the time, the price felt excessive, something I admired but told myself I didn’t deserve.

    I no longer believe that story or talk to myself that way.

    When I returned to Hong Kong in July 2018, I bought the clutch as a gift to myself. A marker of everything I had accomplished up to that point. A moment of claiming joy and self-recognition.

    It’s been with me to parties and celebrations, and like a few other pieces, still carries mementoes from past nights out. Raffle tickets. A cocktail napkin. A scribbled address. All reminders of a season in my life that was full, fast, and fearless.

    But I’ve changed. That version of me is no longer who I am. I’m proud of her, but I approach life differently now. More grounded. More deliberate.

    I’m not sure yet whether I’ll keep this clutch or let it go. But its story belongs here for what it meant, and what it has helped me see.

  • In the Archive. Currently not for sale.