My Devil Wears Prada Summer & the Feminine Truth It Revealed

Fourteen years ago, I had just completed my summer internship in Public Relations with my all-time favorite designer in New York City.

It was the final step in completing my Bachelor’s Degree in Fashion Merchandising and Communications.

As a teenager, I had dreamed of being a psychotherapist or an artist.

I was a highly academic student, a true nerd who skipped two grades by the time I finished high school and graduated with honors.

I was brimming with so much energy and searching for where to pour it.

I wanted a career that would unite both: the depths of the human heart and psyche, with the unparalleled power that comes from true creativity.

Unexpectedly, that reality came together for me when I fell in love with high fashion.

It came as a revelation, and I became obsessed with the living art of fashion.

During runway season, I would wake up at dawn to watch the latest shows, tingling with palpable excitement, charting the silhouettes, colors, moods and textures of the season, and most importantly—tracking the energetic currents pulsing through them.

For me, it wasn’t just about the beauty and exquisite craftsmanship.

It was about the frequencies I felt, and the radically expressive embodiment of womanhood, in all her glory.

It was like drinking in an indescribable energy. It was the most exciting, novel, edge-riding energy in the whole world to me.

Later, when people would ask why I chose a degree in fashion, I would summarize it like this:

Because it embodies the pulse of the evolution of woman.

It became a full-body passion.

A knowing, a remembering.

I knew this was the energy I wanted to dedicate my life to.

When I found my dream school to do the degree and discovered the tuition was 50k a year, I went into full feminine magic mode (I’d started my spiritual path a few years earlier), and within a few months, I manifested a full-ride scholarship.

My conviction and alignment were total. I felt unstoppable.

It was the same energy that propelled me to claim the prized spot as a Public Relations intern for my all-time favorite designer.

And of course, the reality wasn’t what I expected.

In my very own Devil Wears Prada montage, I’d find myself racing across Manhattan to secure nude underwear for models last minute before a show, couriering gowns to Vogue shoots, and meticulously clocking expensive samples in and out of a tiny PR closet.

It was far from my vision, but I learned something priceless during that whirlwind summer.

I now knew, without question, that this energy I had perceived and fallen in love with—the one that had ignited such extraordinary momentum—was indeed the one I longed to embody, and to devote my life and my work to.

And at the same time, I realized it wouldn’t be possible in that paradigm.

I would need to take that unstoppable stream of passion in another direction.

I had no idea what that would look like.

Plus, I also knew that my spiritual path could no longer exist in the sidelines.

I had this undeniable feeling that it needed to become the heartbeat of my life, and the foundation of my work to come.

And so, I quietly completed my degree, appreciating everything I’d learned along the way, and then proceeded to take a sharp turn in a new direction.

Following my instinct, I moved to Paris, back to my French roots, where I met my first spiritual mentor and began training in the healing arts, while undergoing my own metamorphosis in real time.

Fast forward fourteen years later, it’s still the same energy that lights me up every day.

The pulse of the evolution of woman.

The true embodiment of it.

My calling has evolved in ways I couldn’t have imagined as a twenty year old.

Fashion has turned into a living remembrance of the feminine arts, practiced and savored in daily feminine embodiment.

Art has become a mission to midwife women’s creative destinies.

Public relations has morphed into sacred relationship.

Communication has taken form as the rapturous liberation of the feminine voice, and her soul transmission to our world.

Today, I’m a mentor and soul doula for women birthing their next octave.

Women who are living that pulse.

Wild, powerful women on the edge of our collective evolution who are claiming themselves and their path fully.

Women who have heard the unmistakable call of their magic, and know they can’t live without it, or dare a life without fulfilling who they really are.

And those dazzling warrior queens and otherworldly she-creatures I once watched strutting down the runway?

It turns out they’re inspired by real magical women.

If you're feeling the pulse of your magic calling you into new territory, if you know it's time to yield to the call of the next level on your path, I'd love to support you.

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