Lately, I am in a constant state of purging. I am uncertain if it’s Jupiter transiting trough my personal orbit, the self-inflicted Hoarders mini-marathon, or the relocation from China and then from my ex-fiance's house that I am still recovering from, but the need to pare down is almost obsessive although kind of cool in the same way. I was never much of a “stuff” person. My biggest accumulation of anything aside from my current art collection was Barbie Dolls and that was decades ago. Even in boarding school, I managed to resist participating in the impossible to win ESPRIT/BENNETON sweater competition. That was back in the 80′s when less wasn’t more, it was just less.
When I moved abroad over ten years ago, I took what I could fit in 2 big suitcases and a few small postal boxes. I remember tossing a few extras at the airport to avoid the gross overcharge for excessive baggage. Everything else from my NYC apartment was sold off on Craigslist (does anyone still use Craigslist?), donated to Housing Works or given away to friends. The only thing my parents stored for me was a small box of negatives from my art school days, my tax records and a copy of New York Magazine’s 9-11 Memorial issue. Up until few months ago, that box was in a soft box tucked neatly in a cube on an IKEA bookshelf in my GZ apartment. Now along with 90% of my other “stuff”,it’s in another hard box in a storage facility back here stateside.
Now that most of my belongings are in storage and out of reach, I increasingly realize what I could and have come to live without. Even M-Pumpkin (my little girl) is accustomed to a limited selection of toys, books and tchotkes. For whatever the reason, my stuff footprint has shrunk even more. These day, less is more, and more is more of the things that are most important to me. After all, you can only wear one ESPRIT sweater at a time.
Photos©Nick Hudson, April 2016 Harper’s Bazaar Korea