About

I’m not a designer. I create shells.

Each piece I make is a fragment of my aura — torn out and frozen. I’m not interested in fashion for the sake of trends. I create artifacts that infect. Objects that fall apart in someone else’s hands and reassemble themselves — inside another body.

My orchids aren’t decorative. They’re aggressive. A reminder that femininity can be cold, sharp, mechanical.

The world is noise, distortion, white background. I make things to be seen without speaking. So that someone who recognizes themselves in them — also recognizes me.

If you feel the resonance, you’re already inside.