Don’t you be judging my makeshift ghetto band-aid.
[I like my scalpels sharp.]

Saturday afternoon errands, is a cumbersome affair.

It seems I’ve always been excited by the simple things. “woooaaaahhh floweeerss wooah”

Spring morning.

Judex (1963). Masked villainesses and mismatched hairpieces = excitement in my special area.

Outtakes from a beauty story I did for Vogue Hellas.

I like to keep my kit at its bare minimum. These tools are all I need, I only ever use.

i foresee another sleepless one, prepping for a 5am call.

New work in this month’s Vogue Hellas. Shot by Thanasis Krikis.

New work in this month’s Amica. Shot by Chris Craymer.

New work in Bal Harbor magazine, shot by Ruven Afanador.

Prepping away for a supa crazy shoot tomorrow.

My latest Mdvanii doll wig “Infidèle”. Human hair, in silver lilac grey color.
For my Mdvanii and Dheei doll wigs, I use the highest grade of European human hair. I then specially process the hair, for it to become pliable in such small scale, then I dye it in the desired color, weft it and finally construct the wig and style in a permanent hairdo. Each wig is one of a kind, I don’t repeat styles.

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This audacious tv adaptation is so forlorn and deathly, Wilde would’ve totally endorsed.
Set in 1982 New York City [a treat in itself], Dorian is a ruthless model who manages to have her screentest age instead of her. Very AA++