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I’m not who I’m supposed to be. You can’t define me. Lyrical notes, melodies, rhythms and beats jumpstart my days. My existence thrives on the intoxication of sounds and the lack of sounds; stillness is an escape. Sounds and colors are an inspiration that are translated and expressed with love of my fashion.

My Fashion is My Power.

I appreciate and uplift other’s talents. I don’t spit the emotions on multi-level rhythms with a smoothness and confidence, but I can rock an afrocentric print with a hip-hugging pencil skirt and strappy heels with ease.

My Fashion is My Power.

I can speak about cultures, feminism, lessons learned and not learned, power, creativity, and freedoms through my fashion.

My Fashion is My Power!