I didn't know bergen was an interior design tiktoker. my lasting memory had always been the girl I met at pasadena's memorial park when I took photos of her and sara together, both co-founders of that special zine I'll forever hold in my heart—trash mag. that was back in 2019. and now here she is in her san francisco home, 6/13/2025. where does the time go?
that's right. san francisco, bitch. I'm taking this shit worldwide (or wherever the greyhound can take me). bergen was in brooklyn for a good few years, doing her thing where she'd just barely crossed paths with my dearest taylor. not long after that meeting I never imagined would happen—she moved across the country (again) to the bay area (first time), a place I finally got around to traveling to and fro late last year. so of course, what else could I do but reach out to this old friend of mine and include her in this archive of people fortunate enough to know me.
inside the home, and I can't believe I didn't take photos of this, are a bunch of remote-controlled candles dangling from the ceiling. with a single button press and completely unnecessary (but such fun) wave of a plastic wizard's wand, they turn on. then placed meticulously around the home were plants that bergen actually manages to keep alive. I feel like any time I go into a home with greens, they're on the brink. oh bergen, a true chlorophyll friend.
no shade to my friends with dying plants. I know you can do it, too.
unimportant, but actually it is. I love socks. specifically merino wool socks. specifically specifically, darn tough merino wool socks. this is not an ad, but bergen is wearing a pair here and so was I. fucking love darn tough socks. please darn tough, send me socks.
I mentioned before, bergen co-founded trash mag with sara (whom I have been trying to do an @home with forever now). they met in college if I am remembering right. I'd been blessed to be acquainted with this wonderful duo who took a chance on me. allowing me into their safe spaces to document it all, to grow alongside them. we're a far cry of who we were pre-pandemic. I'd like to imagine we all turned out for the better. bergen definitely did. I am so impressed by all they've been up to in the last few years. so impressed, but unsurprised. she always had it in her, never would anyone have a doubt.
I can only dream (or manifest into future reality) to be as hardworking and capable of putting into fruition the commitment to achieve what's on my mind as she is. and I'm certain I'm gonna have to keep dreaming bigger the further into our lives we get. how lucky.
it's beautiful where we come from. it's beautiful how we connect. you can connect the dots between everyone in my life—the lines get tangled up into a messy web I can't keep track of. I see the diy shows. I see the exhibits. I see the house parties. I see the messy social media posts. I see so much of what the details of my life are but I take a step back and see love, whole. that's my life.
bitch.
how lucky I am.
