06/12/2026
I am not freaking old.
On April 4th, I performed with Ormao Dance Company — at 52 years old, with the same body that first walked into a dance studio when I was 18.
Different life. Same fire.
People love to say things like “52 is the new 40” or “you still have it,” and I know they usually mean it kindly. But I don’t want to be measured against some younger version of myself.
I am not trying to be younger. I am trying to be fully here.
Dance has taught me almost everything I know about design: movement, tension, texture, weight, space, and line.
A room has choreography, too.
The way a rug anchors the floor.
The way a textile pulls your eye across the space.
The way brass catches light.
The way pattern gives a room its pulse.
So when people ask me why VIV looks the way it does — why the rug is so red, why the suzani is so big, why there is pattern on pattern and story layered over story — the answer is simple:
I do not believe in playing small in a body.
And I do not believe in playing small in a room.