Let every side of your prism shine.

I am following the threads that make me feel most alive: hair, beauty, color, education, storytelling, entrepreneurship, spaces, and the endless curiosity that makes me want to investigate how things work and then bring other people along for the discovery.

The Clinic. Trading, TRICARE-authorized, first prototype unit in hand, and on the record with Fox 5. Continuing to develop it while questioning, in the best possible way, what it might ultimately become.

The industry. Exploring opportunities to teach, educate, collaborate, create, and work more deeply within the professional beauty industry.

Prism. Imagining a larger ecosystem of businesses and experiences — something that feels less like opening a salon and more like building infrastructure for creativity, community, and whole-person wellbeing.

The harder question. Paying closer attention to the difference between what I can do and what I actually want to spend my life doing.

The role. Fascinated by the curator: gathering ideas, people, objects, histories, aesthetics, and experiences, finding the connective tissue between them, and making something that helps other people see what I see.

The method. A lot of experimentation — professionally, creatively, spiritually, and personally. I am letting curiosity lead rather than forcing every exploration to become a five-year plan.

I am learning to value presence over performance, discovery over certainty, and a life that feels expansive over one that simply looks impressive from the outside. Less interested in choosing a single title for myself. More interested in becoming the person capable of making all of these seemingly disparate interests belong to the same life.

I struggle with learning makeup. Trial and error is the fun part, but my neurodivergence needs an anchor, and translating a technique built for someone else’s face onto mine is the hard part nobody talks about. So I built one. It tells you when a look breaks and why.

Install it first. iPhone: open the link, tap Share, then Add to Home Screen. Android in Chrome: the three dots, then Install app. Open it from the icon and sign up there, so it never asks twice.

The short form asks for your name, email, where you are, and one line about what you want to learn. I do not share it or sell it. The checkbox is because this is early and unreleased: keep the link between us, and don’t publish the method as your own. Using it on your face and posting the look is the point.

No cost, nothing to buy. We will use it live on Beauty Bois.

Safety is engineering, not a promise. It sits in how a thing is set up: who is in the room, what gets asked first, what happens when someone says the true thing. That means it can be specified and copied. Most people arrive having already worked out what showing up whole will cost them. The job is to make that sum come out to nothing.

Mastery comes after being allowed to be bad at something in front of no one. A field with nowhere to be bad produces people who fake it on the people counting on them. Every discipline has a thing its people quietly cannot do and will not say, and that silence is a design problem more than a character one.

Ownership, not access: your work, your name, your terms, your data. Access is granted, and what is granted can be taken back. Inclusion asks a room to make space and leaves the room’s authority where it was. I would rather write the standard than be admitted to it.

Scarcity is usually a design decision. Ten people doing the same thing side by side is manufactured rivalry; ten people doing different things is a network. So I distrust the word on its own. Show me who is rewarded for sending someone elsewhere and I will tell you whether there is a community there.

A field that stops asking questions hardens its defaults and then calls them standards. That is how whole groups of people get left out of a specification and stay out. This is the one of the five aimed at me: anything I write down is a draft, and the point of writing it down is to make it easy to beat in public.

Virgo Sun in the 9th — identity through craft and teaching. Cancer Moon in the 7th. Capricorn rising at 15°, ruled by Saturn in the 1st, which is a long way of saying I answer to myself. Scorpio Midheaven. Born at 3:55 PM.

The Heretic built on the Investigator. Emotional authority, single definition, Left Angle Cross of Informing. Strategy: inform, don’t ask. I work in bursts, I cannot trust a decision on the day I make it, and I go underground to study before I say anything. Peace means I did it right. Anger means I skipped a step.

It has helped my anxiety and depression tremendously.

It is unique on every head. I am called to work on the crown, I do not take it lightly, and it is an honor to do this work. Color is where I get to be an alchemist — bold, expressive, and room to work.

One zone at a time. Choose where the light lands, commit to it, and let the rest of the face support it. Mine is the lips and the upper cheek, right on the bone where the light already hits. Which one I lead with, and where I place it, is the mood before I’ve said anything — soft, moody, mellow, deep.

My husband. He’s from Detroit, I’m from Chicago. We are contemplating becoming a cat and dog dad. Our Black cat, Salem, will come first in January 2027. Our future dog, Halston, will be down the road. We love Providence, Rhode Island. We love edibles and mushrooms. We are both starseeds and Earth Angels. We are twin flames.

Stumptown. The drip at the roasters is full-bodied, earthy, cozy, distinct. The iced is bold, deep, weighty. Same bean, two preparations, and neither one is the real one.