|Occupation||Journalist/Former Assistant to Designer/Stylegazer|
|Location||NYC, NY, United States|
|Introduction||I'm the bestdressed bookworm in town. Much of what I admire is embodied by fashion's countercultural cults: the Yé-yé girls, the Biba girls, the Westwood punks, the Antwerp Six, and the kogaru of today. I relate to others through what they create or imagine. Among fellow aesthetes, I'm the liveliest social butterfly. Elsewhere, I'm forever on the fringe of the playground of the tragically hip.|
|Interests||haute couture, deconstruction, music, alternative art, left-field appeal, androgyny, androids, belgian designers, french inspiration, british inspiration, literary topics, film and all it inspires, modern art, impressionism, bauhaus the band, peacocks, vanity, savants, warrior as inspiration for lifestyle and wardrobe, bauhaus the style, art deco, german expressionism, Decadence, Art Nouveau, vorticism, philosophy, cultural analysis, trendwatching, trendlynching, you are what you dream.|
|Favorite Movies||CONTROL FOR 2008.|
|Favorite Music||Bauhaus, Girls Aloud, Garbage, M.I.A., Blur, Franz Ferdinand, Joy Division, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Air, Clinic, Blonde Redhead, NIN, whatever makes sense within whichever context i see fit whenever|
|Favorite Books||Those written by or about ICONOCLASTS.|
If you were a pirate, how would you avoid laughing when saying 'poop deck'?
Because they just did.