Emma Bloom, or bloomyogi, is hanging out in your sweetest dreams, or maybe just in Canada. Who knows? She’s 28, and somehow manages to not have any tags. I mean, come on, how do you not have a single tag? That’s like showing up to a party without booze. Her room subject is as empty as my fridge on a Sunday morning.
Emma’s got this mysterious vibe going, like she wants you to guess if she’s in dreamland or freezing her butt off up north. She’s got that whole yogi thing going on, which probably means she’s flexible enough to bend over backwards and still make it look classy. Or maybe she just sits there and meditates while you try to figure out what the hell’s going on.