I'm a queer Puerto Rican figuring it out one reinvention at a time. I’ve been solo since 18, fumbling forward, burning out, rebuilding, and somehow turning the fallout into fabric.
After walking away from the 9-to-5 rinse cycle, I started designing pieces that felt like survival notes: soft, sharp, sarcastic, sentimental and sometimes a little sad.
Intentional, even when it's messy.
Every design here is shaped by real life: the nights spent overthinking, the mornings survived by spite, the small rebellions nobody claps for.
This isn’t just clothing.
It’s quiet defiance stitched into thread.
It’s art made from surviving myself.