Familiar Fields Collection

On both sides of my family, I come from generations of farmers. My parents, both the youngest of seven children, grew up working on their family farms in Northern New York. Growing up in this agricultural family and rural community instilled my love for wide open spaces, and built nostalgia for exploring the edges of these fields, following the dirt roads until they turn to grass, and sitting by runoff creeks on a hot summer day.

The comfort of being in these places feels like I’m returning to an old friend, one that may have changed with the seasons (as we all do), but still gently holds space while you try to figure out your place in the world.

Inspired by ever-changing, yet familiar fields, I invite you to lean into the paradoxical feelings of comfort and discomfort when you’re taken back to a place where you belonged.