I reject the term model I am not a model. I am a maker. I don’t pose. I don’t perform. I construct new realities with my body

Every idea starts as a flicker - an image burned into the back of my skull. They ask, “How can this be?” This coexistence we create. I take that glimmer and build until it breathes. Mood boards. Look progression. Outfit rehearsals. Location scouting is so precise I can already see the way the shade will strike me

I do not wait for inspiration. I wrangle it.
I am a one-woman show pulling off theories that typically take small teams. Three looks, minimum. Every set, every frame a new experience. Otherwise, what a missed opportunity

And when things go wrong? I'm also one hell of a problem solver. I carve my solutions out of the wreckage. Lose an earring backing? Find a strip of bark. Dress too big? Cut holes, and lace it tighter. About to get chased off mid look change? Tear off that bracelet because those 15 seconds could be the winning picture of the day

All a purposeful pirouette to a symphony of metal on my black JBL Flip 5

Art forms in the deepest parts of my brain and the caverns of my heart. I try my hardest to bottle the electricity when lightning fires. How often does magic strike twice?

What if I keep my deliberate movements slow so you can capture what you wish? I think you’d like to hold these tiny shards of me, the ones that glint and in our light. But be mindful. They are sharp

ive sequestered this space to show you whats mine