For the dreams come true category: After my GRAMMYs looks made their way onto a couple of best dressed lists, I booked a Gucci editorial spread for a magazine that I can’t talk about yet, but the shoot is in 3 weeks and they sent me a TON of stuff today!

I’m so excited I am literally screaming in the living room as I open each box. Thank you for your vision, Alessandro Michele! This is wild. 😍

Well, that was fun.

Thank you to the Recording Academy for an amazing week at the Grammys, to my friend Ruth for being my co-pilot the entire time, to Questlove, Dave Chappelle, Ty Dolla $ign, Billy Ray Cyrus, and Black Thought for inviting us to party the night before the big show, to Alessandro Michele and Gucci for dressing me while I was in LA, and to Hollywood for delivering adventure at every turn.

Also: Baby’s first best dressed list!!!

Here are a shit ton of photos:

For a year that included me having to fight multiple tech companies in and out of the press for protecting trolls and profiting off of abuse, a full blown RV manufacturing scandal and international media tour that I inexplicably found myself at the center of as a RoadTrek owner, and a major integration back into society after 9 months of off-grid misadventuring at the beach, I love that my 2019 still somehow managed to be all about pop stars, very pretty clothes, building rad shit with my favorite people, responding to hate by going punk on systems change, having my songs somehow make their way into the mainstream, signing to a new label, and the beauty of nature in spite of it all.

If you’re reading this, fuck yes. I love you. Thanks for being here. 🖤