It’s bittersweet being ahead, but unseen. When I share something, it’s personal. It’s raw. It’s an extension of my world and my perspective. But once the industry gets a hold of it, it becomes less about essence and more about aesthetic. The true voices, the ones that get it on a visceral level, get buried. And so we’re forced to push even further , to stay ahead, stay strange, stay true—just to not be mistaken for someone chasing trends.

Is anyone else feeling the FOMO every year during Paris Fashion Week? I mean, I always want to be in Paris, obviously—but this feeling just grows stronger and stronger each year. And it's not even about the fashion itself.

After watching a Swedish love story, I kind of fell in love with the whole Swedish vibe. Everyone in the film was just so effortlessly cool and chill

Relying on fast-paced, unstable figures hyped by PR machines will never truly satisfy your desire for personal style.

I miss the days when models could walk down the runway smoking, delivering a clear story without needing Sherlock-level deduction skills. We, the audience, are not in your heads. Show us passion, fire, and the chaos within you.

What infuriates me the most is that the people who critique these shows are dishonest and biased because they lack a trained eye, or they just have a remote controlling their every word. From now on, I will just post the rawest version of me: my art, my sounds, my styles, my takes. Take it or leave it. I just feel that this is how greatness shines.