Everyone Needs a Good Origin Story
I grew up in an urban playground where the Boston commuter rail doubled as my first art gallery. Each day, I’d watch graffiti murals whiz by, and to me those weren’t acts of vandalism – they were vibrant storytelling in spray paint. Helping out in my grandfather’s print shop after school, I learned the old-school art of hand-set type and ink, which taught me patience (and that crafting something by hand is worth getting a little ink on your shirt). By night, I was stitching up my own clothing designs and selling them out of my backpack to classmates. Looking back, it makes perfect sense: I’ve always lived at the intersection of creativity and hustle.
From tagging sketchbooks with graffiti ideas to tailoring my own fashion line in homeroom, I was that kid who didn’t just follow trends – I created them. This resourcefulness (okay, and a bit of rebellious streak) led me to an unlikely first career: professional skateboarding. Yes, really – I turned my teenage skate habit into a pro gig, touring the country with my board in hand and eyes wide open. Rolling through new cities and skateparks introduced me to artists, subcultures, and stories in every corner of the U.S. It was like a crash course in cultural anthropology on four wheels, and I soaked up every minute of it.