It was two a.m., and I was stark awake in my hotel room in Copenhagen. Jet lag had reared its ugly head, and after several tries to lull myself back into sleep, I decided to give up and give into some late-night scrolling.
Totally against everything sleep specialists recommend, I know. But I was secretly hoping I’d doze off anyway. No such luck. Because in the middle of my passive social media consumption, I saw it: myself, in Vogue. What? My brain jolted into maximum consciousness. I remember some light screaming and a few “Oh my Gods” tossed in every direction.
Needless to say, I didn’t get any shut-eye that night. I mean, it was Vogue. Vogue! The excitement of being noticed by street style photography extraordinaire, Acielle Tanbetova, lasts for hours, days, weeks — no, longer. (In fact, I’m still waiting for the feeling to fade.) The next day, I found out I’d made the magazine’s “Best Street Style” list a second time. And a few days later, photos of my outfits began cropping up in publications the likes of Vogue Scandinavia, Teen Vogue, Women’s Wear Daily, Elle, L’Officiel, and GQ.