Somehow, over time, I grew to finally like and accept myself, and I did not need to look elsewhere to find that approval. I created a collection of collages with something I didn’t think I would ever give up. I began combining Kate’s face with Naomi’s body, making my own paper dolls. Until one day I started ripping out the pages that inspired me and throwing away the rest. Decades of holding on to these beautiful books. I carried the magazines with me to Dallas, Houston, Manhattan, Brooklyn, back to Manhattan, back to Houston, Savannah, Atlanta, Austin, back to Atlanta, and finally to Jacksonville, Florida. I left the collection at home while I was in college, but it grew, of course. I was simply in awe of these women and these magazines. At the time I didn’t realize I was molding my brain with unachievable beauty. From there it was Paulina, Tatiana, Stephanie, Naomi, Christy, Claudia, Elle, Linda. And by 'meet' I mean found on the cover of Vogue.

The following year was when I met Cindy Crawford. This is most likely where I found my obsession with pink. Isabella Rosselini was staring at me from behind pink silk on the cover of Vogue. I remember layouts of the streets of New York the most. Not once did I have a subscription because it always came later than when it was delivered to the store.

'I’ve bought every single issue of Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, and Elle since I was 12. For this stunning wallpaper, inspired by decades of fashion magazine fondness and collection, it is best to hear the description from Ashley directly:

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