The place you grow up never leaves you. It has such a hold on you; shapes who you become. Walk down the road I grew up on in Santa Barbara and you reach a eucalyptus-lined path that leads to the Pacific. The weathered sun-bleached stairs are underfoot as you descend to the sand, which is peppered with pods and leaves from the trees. This place, nestled between mountains and sea, stays with you. Its scent, its people, its way, color everything you do. It’s this place I still call home, and it influences much of what I create, and want to share with you.