You may also know me as @theglamourarchivist. I’m the founder of Atelier Lincoln a way of life, a study, and a living endowment. Through it, I honor our experience through the lens of Vintage Black Glamour not as costume, but as strategy for survival.

For a long time, glamour felt distant. Something reserved, unobtainable and an elite offering only for special ones. But even as a child, I knew Black Glamour was real. I saw it in my grandmother: in the way she groomed herself each morning, even when her life gave her every reason not to. The lipstick. The curling iron. The nail polish. I wore plastic high heels and princess tiaras, sensing that I, too, would become something beautiful. But I didn’t yet know what or why.

That knowing came later through years of study, through collecting fragments, through the slow realization that glamour was more than aesthetic. It was an archive. A refuge. A language. Atelier Lincoln became the place where that language lives: in paper, in our conservatory, and in the quiet invitation to honor ourselves daily.

The Glamour Notes I write and leave around my home are messages from a past self to a future one. Reminders that glamour isn’t reserved for the privileged or the perfect. It’s an inheritance already inside you, waiting to be acknowledged through glamour and gratitude.