I work at the intersection of image-making, identity, and feeling. With roots in fashion and film, my practice moves between film, photography, and digital construction — building worlds where softness isn't found but made.

I'm drawn to collage as a way of thinking, layering skin, fabric, movement, and memory until something unfamiliar surfaces.

I like textures that sit between real and synthetic. The low hum of nostalgia. The quiet ways queerness reveals itself in surfaces, in light, in what's almost hidden.

These aren't finished products. They're studies — soft renders, visual experiments shaped by intuition, distortion, and desire.

In a culture wired for speed and perfection, I prefer the in-between: the slower image, the one that hasn't decided what it is yet.

creative director

Soto Naturals

creative director

Soto Naturals

creative director

Soto Naturals

creative director

Soto Naturals

portrait photography

portrait photography

portrait photography

portrait photography

creative producer

Dior Chiffre Rouge

creative producer

Dior Chiffre Rouge

creative producer

Dior Chiffre Rouge

creative producer

Dior Chiffre Rouge

portrait photography

portrait photography

portrait photography

portrait photography

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.

creative producer

dior magazine

creative producer

dior magazine

creative producer

dior magazine

creative producer

dior magazine

ai artist

soleil works

ai artist

soleil works

ai artist

soleil works