
This started out as a very different idea. I wanted to make an image that was evocative and melancholy, but also a bit of a horror vibe. Kind of like “The Great God Pan” by Arthur Machen. This was the initial prompt: Vintage 1950s black and white photograph, grainy film texture, high contrast, slight…

Back in the USA, Emily had been trapped in a relentless corporate grind—endless meetings in stiff suits, suffocating under layers of professional attire that symbolized her burnout. Desperate for escape, she fled to a quaint Eastern European city, leaving behind her high-stress job and every stitch of clothing that reminded her of that life.…

There’s some kind of magic when you walk into a dirty place with cheap alcohol and you realize that there are a lot of women out there wanting to make some bad choices. And you can be that mistake. Because until they invent a stripper that actually loves me, hearts will be broken.