Jessica Nichole

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Join date: Oct 24, 2020

About

Jessica Nichole is the founder and creative force behind Simplie Golden, a multi-platform brand dedicated to celebrating the art of culinary adventures, luxury travel, and empowered living. Based in Los Angeles, Jessica is a content creator, producer, and food photographer who brings stories to life through authentic storytelling and visually captivating imagery. With a keen eye for discovering hidden gems and a passion for inspiring confidence in others, she invites her audience to indulge in a world of elegance, wellness, and femininity. Whether she’s exploring new destinations or curating recipes with a sophisticated twist, Jessica’s mission is to empower women to embrace their individuality and savor life’s most delicious moments.

Posts (18)

Dec 22, 2025 ∙ 5 min

Ojai, California

I didn’t wake up feeling great. My throat hurt, my sinuses were clogged, and I had that internal conversation: go, or don’t go? I felt better after my morning routine, so I got in the car. I was already grateful that I’d cancelled a reservation earlier in the week, because immediately I realized this wasn’t going to be the trip I’d mapped out. Not feeling well gave me permission to be loose. Highly Likely. Photo by Jessica Nichole. The drive into town made me nervous for a moment — that old...

Dec 17, 2025 ∙ 3 min

Banana Bread

I wasn’t planning to bake. I was in the kitchen doing something ordinary — meal prepping, half-thinking about the week ahead — when I kept noticing the bananas on the counter. Not blackened or overly soft, not at that stage where they’re begging to be used. Just ripe. Present. Waiting. Somewhere between chopping and rinsing, the thought landed: I’m going to want something sweet later. Because I know myself. Evenings always ask for something sweet. Banana bread came to mind quietly, without...

Dec 7, 2025 ∙ 3 min

Notes From Portland

I’m standing at the corner of Jefferson in downtown Portland, pretending I’m just waiting for the light—but really, I’m arguing with myself. My GPS is still mumbling directions in my AirPods, even though by now I know my way back to the hotel. I leave it on because it makes me feel safe, like there’s a grown-up in the room. City noise in the background, that little robotic voice in my ear, boots on the pavement—it’s all starting to feel familiar. The crosswalk timer starts counting down in...