THE MAN THEY CALL JUICE

I grew up in Utah, which means I was water and snow skiing by 6, completely unfamiliar with swear words, and the only kid I knew who managed to break his neck instead of an arm or leg.

I have an affinity for bolo ties, bakeries, and classic barber shops. My spirit animal is Chip Gaines, I regret bleaching my hair in high school, and I’m now doing my darnedest (case in point) to rewild my children. Oh, and it’s true, most people call me Juice.