I was raised by a woman who wore stilettos to my doctor’s appointments and bought outfits for our golden retriever. It’s no surprise then that our house was brimming with stacks of fashion magazines, and eventually they would become coffee table decor. I couldn’t resist the urge to tear them apart, cutting out anything that caught my eye. Of course, this habit earned me plenty of scoldings for leaving a trail of paper scraps. But out of that chaos, my love for making collages was born.
Fast forward a decade, and I'm still creating. Along the way, I picked up photography, styling, and graphic design, only occasionally getting yelled at by my mom for leaving our home in shambles. My biggest "oopsies," however, was during my first photoshoot when I accidentally drove my car into the wall of someone’s $60 million mansion.
You can say I’m driven.
If it’s in the name of art, a little trouble is always worth it. Scraps become collages, scribbles turn into scenes, and accidents turn into important life lessons.
These days, I promise I'm much more careful on set (for everyone’s sake), but I still hope to leave a worldwide “mess.”