artificial intelligence: finding realness

I work at the intersection of image-making, identity, and machine intuition. With roots in fashion and film, this is where my tools shift / where photography meets AI, where CGI blends with animation, and where softness is constructed, not captured.

I treat these technologies like collage / layering fragments of skin, fabric, movement, and digital memory. I’m drawn to textures that feel both real and synthetic, to the low hum of nostalgia, and to the quiet ways queerness reveals itself in surfaces.

These aren’t finished products. They’re studies in feeling.
They’re soft renders / visual experiments shaped by intuition, distortion, and code.

In a culture wired for speed and perfection, I prefer the in-between: a slower collaboration, where the machine doesn’t finish my thought / it interrupts it.

creative director

Soto Naturals

creative director

Soto Naturals

creative director

Soto Naturals

creative director

Soto Naturals

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Dior Chiffre Rouge

creative producer

Dior Chiffre Rouge

creative producer

Dior Chiffre Rouge

creative producer

Dior Chiffre Rouge

orbit

we wanted stars,
so we sent up plastic.
left lipstick tubes in orbit,
shadows of champagne bottles
spinning weightless in regret.

satellites blink over oceans of waste,
a cosmos colonized by wrappers,
the echo of Earth’s hunger
now floating, endless,
beautiful
and sick.

we built heaven,
then littered it.

orbit

we wanted stars,
so we sent up plastic.
left lipstick tubes in orbit,
shadows of champagne bottles
spinning weightless in regret.

satellites blink over oceans of waste,
a cosmos colonized by wrappers,
the echo of Earth’s hunger
now floating, endless,
beautiful
and sick.

we built heaven,
then littered it.

orbit

we wanted stars,
so we sent up plastic.
left lipstick tubes in orbit,
shadows of champagne bottles
spinning weightless in regret.

satellites blink over oceans of waste,
a cosmos colonized by wrappers,
the echo of Earth’s hunger
now floating, endless,
beautiful
and sick.

we built heaven,
then littered it.

orbit

we wanted stars,
so we sent up plastic.
left lipstick tubes in orbit,
shadows of champagne bottles
spinning weightless in regret.

satellites blink over oceans of waste,
a cosmos colonized by wrappers,
the echo of Earth’s hunger
now floating, endless,
beautiful
and sick.

we built heaven,
then littered it.

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dior magazine

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dior magazine

creative producer

dior magazine

creative producer

dior magazine

ai artist

soleil works

ai artist

soleil works

ai artist

soleil works

ai artist

soleil works