A: Juul, obscure references, natural fabrications, uncut dick, cold brew with cold foam

A: Being high maintenance in a chai latte kind of way.

A: God these are so stupid do people read these?

A: I’m an artist and spending your money is my art.

A: I think what makes me stand out is that I move through the world with a very intentional visual language, where everything from my style to my posture to the way I carry myself feels composed rather than accidental. I’ve never been interested in fitting neatly into other people’s expectations, and I think people respond to the fact that I seem self-authored, like I already exist inside my own mythology.

There’s a tension in the way I present myself that creates intrigue: soft and sharp, glamorous and untouchable, masculine and feminine all at once. I communicate atmospherically as much as verbally, and people pick up on that through eye contact, energy, movement, and presence before I even speak.

In New York City, where people are trained to tune each other out, that kind of coherence and confidence cuts through the noise immediately. More than anything, I think people sense a story around me, and that emotional texture is what makes them unable to look away.

A: I’m a homebody but im a great travel buddy.

A: I will not go out to sit on the balcony of your 50th floor apartment. Don’t ask me.

A: My wit, my taste, and my intellect. I think you need all three of those traits to have or be any of those traits. They all inform each other to create the weird, sexy, on the nose, slightly off balance but strangely satiating and stimulating person that I am and becoming.