At 10, I fell madly in love. An impassioned love affair ensued. As would be expected, my parents did not understand and forbade the late night rendezvous'.
It was a reckless alliance, me and Punk Rock!
By 13, late night window slips allowed regular passage into the city. I was captivated by the streets of New York. Enchanted by the colorful characters of the Lower East Side. Drawn to the seeds of rebellion abrew within the dingy, smoke filled clubs.
Addicted to the music, and costumes that rose from the putrescence, born of what seemed to me; magic. CBGBs, The Mudd Club, Great Gildersleeves, Max's Kansas City even Studio 54.
Scrounging for tidbits, I created my own unique protective coating. Thrift stores, hand me downs, garbage bins... nothing was sacred in the search for the ultimate costume. My reflection of self. My personal armor.
I moved back to my beginnings in 1982. Philladelphia. Bursting with its own grungy, distinctive, underground scene, Philly offered smoke filled nights at The Kennel Club, the East Side Club, City Gardens & Bacchanal and the Underground in Ben Salem.
In 1986 I hit the road for San Francisco, lured by its intoxicating, and vibrant music scene. I worked in record stores. Sold pearls from the oyster on Pier 39 and reconstructed thrifted clothes to get by while putting myself through college, majoring in music business. I built a career and life encased in Rock n Roll.
The 80s produced a sea of "Throwaways". Kids who for some reason, were left to raise themselves. Refugees in our own land, we were just trying to get by... making our way as artists, musicians, bandits, addicts and revolutionaries. Misfits, seeking a truth that didn't exist.
Filled with colorful characters, was my Haight Street flat. We made our own music, made our own clothes, lived our own way, relying on no one but each other. We wore our thrift store, and dumpster dive, colours with pride. For awhile, we believed we had it all worked out...
but every party has to have an end.
I have worked in music, film, video games, tech & now vintage. Now, I travel. I travel A LOT.
In my spare time, I run three online shops andctry to keep them going as I travel.
I seek out, research, clean, mend, photograph, create content, pack ship everything on my own (with a little help from my friends & my critters). My models are friends, acquaintances and family.
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