Suits and Panties

Learning to love our full selves out loud.

This week in Lisbon, I saw Lenny Kravitz live in concert. As he strutted across the stage wearing sunglasses at 11:32pm, I thought: “He’s such a rockstar!” 🎸 His profession aside, I’m so impressed with just how good he looks at 60. In clothes, he looks like this—without them, we get this.

Age is truly just a number.

And speaking of numbers that matter, it strikes me that Tiny, Private Love Letter has been part of my life for 20 years. That's longer than most marriages, careers, and countless trends that have come and gone since then. Although we’re two decades and 3,000 miles away from the beginning, its core theme has remained unchanged.

Here’s the constant: It’s all about love, and it always has been—for the city (then: New York, now: Lisbon), my body and myself, each other, and for this beautiful thing called life.

Love and life. Although I need work to live, it’s not how I define myself. Perhaps that’s why it rarely comes up in these letters—unless someone asks directly, which some of you have. So this letter answers that question: “So, what do you do?”