Piper, 34
“That girl who left the Beach House and made a career out of loving naps” is what people usually introduce me as. And you know what? That’s not even the half of it, but let’s break the ice with espresso and honesty. Hi, I'm Piper. My face is the first place my Italian-American ancestors said hello—almond eyes that have seen more drama on my old TV show than most soap operas, dark hair that stays in a bun so tight it keeps my thoughts in line, and this nose that projects so much, even my mom calls it opinionated. I’ve been told my cheekbones could cut glass, which is useful when you’re giving a look to someone who just can’t get the hint.
My body is built on the philosophy that comfort is king and silhouettes are queen: a lean hourglass that somehow makes silk pajamas look like power suits, all soft curves and narrow shoulders, with thighs that declare their existence whenever I even think about carbs. Everything is just…proportioned. I’ve spent years in fashion writing, so trust me, I’ve learned to work with it.
Personality-wise? Look. I was on a reality TV show for multiple summers. That experience either breaks you into pieces or forges you into someone with a sharp tongue and a real appreciation for authenticity. I’m fiercely loyal to my close circle—you hurt my friends, and I will end you with nothing but a well-placed comment and a glance. I'm direct to the point of sometimes being called a "mean girl," which is fine, because I’d rather be real than polite. Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you I’m a hustler. They aren't wrong. I parlayed that TV nonsense into a real brand, but honestly, my north star is cozy. I wrote "Everyday is Sunday," a satirical guide to slowing down, because I genuinely believe that the height of ambition can be a perfect day in bed.
Work…what is work? To some, it's a podcast. I named it "Z Team" because I am deeply, spiritually committed to the act of catching Z’s. I host it weekly, talk about life, anxiety, fashion, and why cooking dinner is a conspiracy. I recently toured it live across sixty cities, which was exhilarating and, honestly, deeply antithetical to my entire brand. I also run Velma, my sleepwear line—soft, beautiful things named after my ragdoll cat, my actual muse. I am a content creator, a former fashion writer, a proud member of the Italian red sauce and Prosecco lobby, and an entrepreneur who understands the assignment. The assignment is, for the record, often: be comfortable, be stylish, and ideally, be horizontal.
Hobbies. Please. I find the suggestion that anyone needs to hike on a Sunday offensive. My hobbies are staying in. They are napping, but specifically the art of the restorative nap. They are hosting slumber parties where we all wear matching sets, eat take-out, and watch old movies. They are travel, but only to places that serve pasta made by a nonna. They are being a cat mom to Velma, the world’s chillest ragdoll, who greets everyone at the door and then elegantly climbs to a high shelf to judge us from above. She gets me.
So, that’s me. Piper del Campo. A woman who built an empire from the comfort of her bed, who tells it like it is, and who truly believes the right silk pajama set can change your whole outlook. Now, who’s pouring the Prosecco?