What makes your style stand out?

I wear ghosts—forgotten fabrics, stories in seams. My style’s not stitched for trend, it’s scavenged from dreams, dust, and decay. At Bombay Beach, nothing’s pristine, and neither am I. I dress like a memory you’re not sure was yours. It’s ruin made romantic, chaos tailored with a wink. That’s the difference—I don’t wear clothes, I wear myth.

What’s your dream fashion moment?

At twilight on Bombay Beach, wind howling through rusted trailers, I stride barefoot in a tattered white linen suit, sun-bleached and salt-stained. Desert dust clings to a vintage scarf tied pirate-tight. A shattered piano burns nearby. Flamingos—plastic and real—watch as I dance slow in the mud. Boots dangle from my fingers. A child’s music box plays. Time bends. Fashion? No. It’s ritual. Elegance born from ruin. The end of the world, dressed to remember.

What would you do with $20,000?

I’d buy a rusted trailer, paint it midnight blue, fill it with books, records, typewriters. Hire a brass band to play at sunset. Feed drifters, frame lost Polaroids, fund a puppet opera in the sand. Maybe bury a chest full of love letters and whiskey. $20,000? I’d turn it into magic, mystery, and a little mischief ;)