You live between gallery openings and corner delis. Structure on top, instinct underneath. References stack in your head like blueprints. Downtown made you sharp. Art made you precise. You edit until it feels inevitable.

YOUR UNIFORM:
A blazer, a purple silk shirt, your heart on your sleeve, a suede belt, paint-splattered jeans, worn-in red suede sneakers, a leather clutch, a sexy scent, and a vital flush.