My essays start somewhere specific, a couture show, a pair of micro shorts, a third grader announcing her mother doesn’t eat breakfast or lunch, and they go somewhere true. It’s cultural criticism with a personal interior. Sharp, occasionally profane, never gentle.
I have spent most of my adult life shapeshifting to fit whoever needed me to be something. I’m done with that now.
Slightly punk. Never average. Not apologising.
New essays when they’re ready. Quality over quantity, always.
