currently working on an eponymous collection   [ O Y Ë R I N ]

in collaboration with beloved colleagues kisa tashi margaret maricela zebina


i am always heavily influenced by what i'm listening to and reading at the time. these, and my undying muse egon schiele, are very much infused into my collection, and in everything i do.

i spent my college days focusing so much on precise drafting, pattern making, and tailoring. i'm letting loose, now, and designing intuitively. expect dark colors and a wide array of textures.


i hope people i admire, regardless of gender or age, will want to wear my clothing. to be integrated into their lives as a functional medium of self expression would be the greatest compliment of all.













you also should wash one another’s feet. 15 I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. 16 Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him.

4 so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. 5 After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.



When did we become utterly desensitized to consummate despair, unfathomable physical pain, and mental illness



did we go from tearing up at the sight of fellow toddlers crying over scraped knees


stomping past tattered bundles of rancid, anonymous textiles

in which humans slumber    in our   $400+ shoes

              $120+ jeans     $50+ tee

$500+ designer coat


$649+ iPhone       $200+ jewelry         


 $1,999+ laptop

     $200,000 college degree


$priceless privilege

              to and fro our $20,000+ apartments          and 'dreadful' but paid employment


As I look back on this year's turmoil, I recognize just how much of my energy and time was consumed by Myself. My career my dreams my goals my emotions my life my family my friends my likes my dislikes my revelations my victories my realizations my failures my hair my weight my virtual presence       my hopeful future               my regretful past                my insatiably ungratifying present

I choose, now, to step out of my bubble

out of my head, my skin

and step    in     to that of this world.     Real i ty.

A reality in which you and I yearn for that new designer item, feeding consumerism with thousands of dollars without a dollar to spare on feeding the hungry.

I choose, now, to make a conscious effort to humanize the de-humanized

and genuinely wonder,


What happened? What went wrong

in their lives, and in ours.


(our lives as apathetic passerbys to the less fortunate, our existence in which we solely live for ourselves)

material wish-lists

illusory, virtual 'fame'         self-proclaimed 'celebrity'

I hope for myself and for you that we will collectively reach for substantial chunks to which we allot our efforts        to reharness our innate goodness         to not outshine, but uplift      to collaborate, not compete      



How can My dream align with Yours

How can My success not revolve around myself my victories my fame my name

but uplift  You  the people the sad  the hopeless

How can my clothing not only dress  the beautiful the rich the glamorous  the famous

but   cocoon comfort Empower   the cold the famished   The Outcast





i may be younger, but


look after